sparrowdaughter:

         There was an answer in her head, originally. Then it disappears as it catches her tongue. Whether it was because his omniscience / his position as a god to a mortal / his face ( and oh, how young his face ; he couldn’t have been older than his teenage years ) / his interest in her name scares her, she was sure of one thing : that he’s more than just curious about the KALDWINS. About CORVO and the inevitable outcome of THE ISLES. He’s going to be there to witness its end, and he couldn’t just be curious.

         Then his cryptic words begin to gnaw at her head again, his glimpses of all things. It frightens her suddenly : falling / dying / trusting / hugging / believing in anything. But she stands firm. In the end, he is only a mortal who became a GOD. He was human, at one point, and maybe if she can reach in deep enough into that VOID of where his heart once was, then she can understand. MOTHER always did say she was too inquisitive for her own good.

          ❝ It’s just… there are so many people who long to see you, people who break their backs and scrape their nails just to build you RUNES. So why us…? Why MOTHER and FATHER? And more importantly, why me? ❞  

    ❝ because i MAY. ❞

    he’s merely INCHES away from her face now, disappearing and     reappearing within moments. despite his visage, he is not angry--      for that would require FEELING, which he had been oh so STARVED     of for more than 4000 years. but he knows humans. he knows their     fears, their worries. even an EMPRESS would be apprehensive around     a seemingly angry and vengeful god.      ❝ one day i will no longer be the ruler of this realm. i am not the first     outsider, nor will i be the last. some day this will all come crumbling      down around me and i will be rewarded my final rest. but in that time,      between now and then.. past you, and your father, and your children’s      lives, past any time that you could FATHOM, i will be continue to follow     those i deem interesting enough. ❞

    he vanishes again, materializing on a nearby floating rock. always one     for the theatrics, he was.      ❝ those who pine for my affection, hoping for me to reward them with     powers or eternal life.. they are boring. i gave you and your father my     mark because i wanted to see what someone in your positions would      do with the power to rise above other men. an empress, and a heretic,     as your overseers would say. tell me.. has your time with me changed      your opinion on the powers i have bestowed on you? or do you still see     it as heresy? either way.. my ‘magic’ has given you quite the edge. ❞

sparrowdaughter:

@inomniscient ❤’d for a thingy !!

          The memories flooded back to her like some dark spillage of a nightmare — crude crayon drawings / the sound of CALLISTA’S voice over the audiograph / the late-night drinking of FARLEY HAVELOCK and his goons / the creaking walls of the tower / dark eyes that would never leave her nightmares. When she was still an heiress, she had always longed to meet the black-eyed ghost that haunted the tower of THE HOUND PITS PUB.

          Standing in front of another one of his shrines, she wishes she hadn’t been such a curious / naive / sweet little girl.

          ❝ You were watching me ever since I was younger, ever since I was still hidden in THE GOLDEN CAT, and maybe even before that. And for what? Why? ❞

    human nature was to be curious. he knew, first hand-- a      very long time ago he experienced such a feeling, every      BIT of him was curious, right up to the moment steel touched     against his flesh and he was torn apart with one swift motion.      something that the woman before him had made others feel     on her CRUSADE to rescue her father and reclaim her throne.      and on her journeys she has found a number of his shrines in     the darkest corners of karnaca, but for once, she manages to      ASK before she is pulled in for him to ask her questions of his own.     he supposed, that with all the excitement she had provided him,      he could indulge her this one time. 

    he appears to her, manifested in her world for once, arms crossed     over his chest with a rather inquisitive look on his face.     ❝ you. your father. your mother-- to all, i have appeared. to all,      i have shared my influence with. the possible future     tied to the kaldwin line manages to.. pique my curiosity in such a      way that i simply do not wish to be a bystander in all the fun.      i know things about you that you will never know yourself. your      possible lives. i see graying hair, your arms tucked around your      beloved as you watch the sunset settle over the dunwall skyline.      i see a sword shoved through your chest by someone you thought     friend. i see you falling to your death on that lighthouse, and i see      you picking up your fathers legacy. i see these-- futures, that will      never come to fruition. pasts, that can still yet be manipulated.      but no matter how many possible futures i see for you, empress      emily kaldwin, you always manage to provide me with yet another      possibility that i had not considered. and that.. is why i have observed.     my question to you is-- what good will it do you, knowing why it is i      watch your line? ❞

syntinsel:

      ❛ —- only slightly disconcerted. ❜ how odd this place was, objects floating in the limitless void, an abyss of emptiness ( it so similar & yet unlike the reaches of the galaxy that it could nearly give her vertigo, if she was capable of it ), & the way he floats there is another factor to account to the fact that where she is now is a place where few people of the modern age had stood & been able to understand. objects seem to have no principles, no rules, nothing to act upon them. it is clear that the laws of the physical world no longer apply.

        ❛ this location is interesting. you float in midair as if the physics of the universe have no effect on you; i am not naive, i know where i stand. i believe it is safe to say that this is a realm entirely different from the milky way galaxy, yes? ❜

    disconcerted, she croaks, and he almost wants to laugh. 

    he recognizes all of her symptoms-- eyes darting from left      to right, still so ARTIFICIAL and yet so unlike his own, full of     white and blue. she is one without flesh and bone, but replaced     with metal and steel, the same that those in his favored domain      would love to use for weapons and whaling. perhaps he should      venture out of his ‘comfort zone’ more often, as the ingenuity of      different civilizations proved to surprise more often than naught.      ❝ you say you know where you stand, and yet you have to ask     what galaxy you are in. this is no galaxy, nor realm, nor world-- ❞

    he vanishes into a puff of black smoke, leaving a lasting scent of     burned wood and seawater, and appears next to her.      ❝ you are in the VOID, and i am it’s divine. ❞

give yourself over to the wolf. let it eat the parts of you that are sick, that are damaged beyond salvage. let the wolf in and let it clean house, and let it leave again. the wolf knows which parts must be swallowed. you do not need what it takes, and where it bites you the wounds will heal. let the wolf in and let it eat you, and let it leave again.  

@heartmommy was visited in a dream. 

    in his days he had seen countless empresses and      empires fall, he’d seen names erased from history and      bloodlines wiped off of the face of the earth. he had learned,      that by now, there was nothing INTRIGUING about anyone     in a position of power-- at least, not at face value. but HER,      this empress jessamine kaldwin, there was something he      couldn’t put his finger on about her, and the unknown is      always a subject of curiosity for him.      it’s while she SLUMBERS that he visits, the only available      means of communication without constructing himself in      the world; and something told him that her ever faithful      royal protector, who piqued his interest more and more      each day, wouldn’t be too accepting to see a floating man     in her bedchambers in the dark of night. he makes himself     known in only one way: appearing in her dream, having a      face to face conversation with her subconscious. 

    ❝ hello, jessamine. you seem a bit on edge. ❞

@syntinsel stepped into the void.

    the outsider knew all things, and no things. he knew every     past, every present, every FUTURE that could possibly come     to fruition, and all at the same time, the fate of the world was     out of his hands-- save for a few who constructed the      amalgamations of wood and bone in his name, hoping to see      for themselves just WHAT the outsider had to offer them. but      little did they know, the best way to pique his interest was to      lead a life worth WATCHING. and a life worth watching was      this.. a construct of intelligence and limitless knowledge. what     would happen if they were to be introduced to something they      could not possibly even begin to understand?      he floats in the shadows, arms crossed over ages old, void     tattered clothes, attempting to catch the attention of the artificial     body before him.

    ❝ hello, EDI. you seem rather lost here. ❞

ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴅᴜɴᴡᴀʟʟ ᴄɪᴛɪᴢᴇɴs:

          Due to the expected influx of blogs after the release of DISHONORED II, please reblog this post if you are a canon character / OC / probably have a general DISHONORED verse. This will be compiled in a masterlist I will create for the sake of everyone who would like to interact more with DH roleplay blogs. Thank you and spread the word !! 

I GIVE MY MARK SPARINGLY, AND I DON’T PLAY FAVORITES.                       BUT I WILL WATCH THIS WITH... UNUSUAL ATTENTION. 

am i the ruler my mother wanted me to be?

This is where my life ended and where it began again.

And what about you? Who will you leave to pick up the pieces here in the Jewel of the South?