one battlefield is very like another. / from diana

μ::|| meme: the passion (1987) | NOT accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @torntruth

Kassandra is quiet for a long moment. It never changed did it? The weaponry did, and mankind found newer and more spectacular ways to obliterate each other, each more gruesome or technologically advanced than the other. But the principle never changed. You kill the guys on the other side. War was simple in that regard, but so complex in so many others.

"The first battlefield I ever stepped foot on, I had only a falcata and a broken spear. No shield. I fought alongside the Spartans in Megaris. We won. But so many laid dead on the field, the precipice above overlooking what was now a mass grave." She quiets for a second. "You never forget your first battlefield, do you?"

❛ drag . to pull my muse closer by a piece of clothing . / from carol.

μ::|| meme: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 . | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @torntruth | carol

It felt like the only time she left the tower was for her morning walks, battles that needed her might, or whenever Carol had an idea to get Kassandra to experience some new part of the modern era she thought the immortal would enjoy. And it hasn't failed yet. Carol had managed to cure her boredom every single time. The troubling thing was, she realized a familiar feeling was brewing in her gut. That fluttering feeling whenever Carol checked in on her. At first, she chalked it up to the fact that the blonde felt responsible for her. But it felt like something else. The woman became the first friend Kassandra had since awakening once more.

But... what if it was more than that? There is no mistaking what the Keeper is feeling, she knows that flutter.

Of course, she doesn't realize she's staring until Carol waves a hand in front of her face. "Hello, ground control to Kassandra. Are you okay? You zoned out on me." Unfortunately, she only parses about half of that. She's searching for something, a sign that Carol feels that same feeling she does. The Keeper shakes her head. "I'm fine. I just... got lost in thought is all." Or her eyes. Damn. She has to know, she has to know that it's not just her.

Studying her features just a moment longer, her eyes momentarily fall on her lips. Gods, either she's about to misread this entire thing or she's about to make the best decision since she was revived. Her hand reaches out to grab Carol by the lapel of her bomber jacket, pulling her in as she presses a kiss against her lips, tasting the chapstick on her lips.

i don't want comfortable. i want passion.

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θ::|| @pentaghest

There is something about that answer that just tugs her lips into the biggest smirk. Comfort could be found in other places, in a good drink, a warm bed, or in a poem. Passion set her heart on fire and let her feel like she was truly living for something, something teetering on a dangerous precipice of becoming something more. But for now, for now, she was happy with this passion that the Seeker demanded of her. Whether it was the passion of her sword cutting through the throes of enemies, or a shared passion in the Seeker's bed.

Hands reached out and grabbed her by the cuirass pulling her a little closer as she leaned in, their lips dangerously close. "Good, because I'm not a comfortable person to be around."

“ don’t say it. ” / from evie

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θ::|| @torntruth - evie

She stands there in heavy silence. Surely silence or lies would be more comforting than the truth but there was always honesty between them and she wouldn't lie to Evie. Especially when the truth was so obvious. Instead, she just looks down, staff grasped in her hand. It was one of the most important things she was taught when given the great powers of the staff. She could not interfere with death. In her hands was the power to play god and she couldn't do it. The sheer amount of people she would have kept by her side if she could have... but she could not. Such abuses of the power were forbidden and she did not want to become like the Isu, ruling over man with a terrible gift. Looking back at the bleeding body, her brows knit in a feeling of sorrow she had known so well in the past. "I can't save them, not like this. I'm sorry."

μ::|| meme:                   god of war (2018) starters     |  [ Ξ ] accepting      

θ::|| @wornempathy​:       ❝  long way from home, aren’t you?  ❞

        The misthios stopped in her tracks, hearing the voice of the woman ring out from behind her. Oh she definitely stood out here, her clothes foreign, her mannerisms not quite caught up to the culture of the land she currently traversed through. She was a quick learner but there was always something about her that felt off from the other people around her. She turned, eyeing the stranger with curiosity. 

             “It’s hard to be a long way from home when you have none to speak of.”

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go. / from Kristen.

μ::|| meme: deathless ♚ sentence meme | accepting [ Ξ ]

@torntruth | kristen

Oh. Kassandra wasn't sure what she was expecting. They had both implied this was a more casual thing, not really dating. Both of them led lives where domestic bliss was impossible and Kassandra was running out of time, she knew she only had a few years left on this earth before her time as Keeper came to an end. She looked into her glass of wine, half-tempted to swap it for the whole bottle instead. The truth was, she really liked Kristen, she'd even go as far to say she more than just liked her. She wasn't sure she was able to say the other L word, because once that was vocalized it was over. She took a large sip of wine from her glass, swallowing it and letting the flavor wash down her throat.

"Well, that puts us in a bit of a bind, doesn't it?"

👀   //   grab  my  muse’s  jaw   &   direct  their  gaze  towards  yours . From Emily

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θ::|| @torntruth | emily

Some formal attire felt so stiff that Kassandra felt more akin to the marble statues of her homeland than a moving, breathing creature. But these outfits felt so much better, she could move and move well and still looked as elegant as any of the men here in their fine tailored suits. Emily had chosen well for her, and the mask she wore for the masquerade resembled a fanged eagle, to fit in more with the strange aesthetics of the creatures who had become void touched. As she danced with Emily, the Empress seemed distracted, constantly looking around as if there were threats behind every mask. Perhaps there were, but Kassandra was more focused on her.

It was about the fifth time that Emily turned her head during the dance that Kassandra reached over to grab her jaw and turn her head to face her once again. "Nothing is going to happen, I promise." Reassurances are all she offers at the moment, but her voice is low in just the way that Emily likes it. "Ikaros is watching above, if anyone is making a move, I'll know it. Until then, let's enjoy ourselves. We're owed that much at least."

μ::|| meme:     send  “  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ”  for  the  sender  to  find  the  receiver  injured  and  demand  to  know  who  did  it.      |  [ Ξ ] accepting      

θ::|| @wornempathy​:     “  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ”

         It should have started healing by now. Golden threads should have started to knit the wounds, the Isu markings should have carved themselves in her flesh with their vibrant light. And yet... she sat there, blood pooling beneath her, holding the tip of the staff against her stab wound willing it to work. 

          She didn’t hear Freya at first, too busy swearing in her native tongue, wondering if even the staff grew tired of waiting for the Heir of Memories and decided this was it. But she finally paused, focusing on the words: who did this to you? Brown eyes flecked with gold looked up at the goddess, trying to hide the water that wet them and threatened to overrun. 

         “They had an artifact...” Did the artifact counter the Staff?! “It should have started healing. It- it hasn’t!” Fuck. Fuck! 

❛  fervent .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  after  a  fight .

μ::|| meme: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 . | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @wolfkcst

Those Saxons would have said they were right, that the Norse and their tanned companion were nothing more than barbaric brutes, uncultured and lacking the guidance of God were they still alive to witness this. But they weren't, their ambush had been for naught, cut down with spectacular ease by the Vikingr and the Misthios. And amid the fighting and blood and adrenaline, when the smoke had settled and the haze had barely lifted, when all other foes were dead, the two found themselves entangled with one another. Heated kisses and desperate hands clawing at each other's armor, or at least for the parts that were most in the way.

It didn't take long at all for Kassandra to have Eivor on their back, tunic pulled up so one hand could fondle their breast while the other was buried in their trousers. Her lips were crushing as she kissed them with all the want the world could afford, her fingers dipping in between their folds and working them up. All of this while the dead Saxons lay barely twenty feet away. They couldn't help it, they both admired each other while they fought, and Kassandra knew that Eivor had similar thoughts to her as they dispatched the last of the Saxons, their eyes only having to meet briefly before they met with one another so abruptly. It wasn't the first time they had done this, it wouldn't be the last. And as Kassandra moves to lay partially on top of her love, all she can think about is drawing out those cries of desperation as she gets them to the edge of pleasure.

[ HIDE ]:     while on the run, the sender hastily grabs the receiver and pins them against a wall that’s hidden from public view to avoid being seen. / from evie

μ::|| meme: 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @torntruth | evie frye

They had decided to make a detour to Greece before heading off to India. Kassandra had promised to show Evie her former home before heading to Sparta and Athens and finally off to the East to their true destination. However, things took a sour turn when she found Kephallonia had a new gang of thugs roaming the streets. Templars. From what they could tell, something had tipped them off that a powerful artifact may have been on the island.

Kassandra had a moment of feeling overwhelmed, they were set up near the precipice where her home once stood. It was at that moment that they were discovered, and she and Evie had to take off through the villages nearby. It isn't that they can't take them, but there are about twenty templars and two of them and they were caught off guard. It wasn't like that first night in London where it was Blighters and Templars, these were all Templars. As they moved through the streets, Kassandra's sense of direction starts to feel distorted. It is Kephallonia, but it's not. Everything is wrong and different. The streets she once knew intimately were different, and modern, nothing is where it should be, and for a moment, her mind is filling in her vision with the landscape that once was. She's careless, and not intentionally so.

Suddenly she gets yanked into an alleyway, her back slammed against a wall, and out of instinct, she brings up her hands to twist the hand off her. Feeling that familiar gauntlet under her grip, she let go, taking a few sharp breaths and letting herself recenter. It takes her nearly a moment to reorient herself, the more modern, colorful buildings reemerging from visions of the past. Holding up a hand, she pauses, amber eyes casting back to Evie. "Sorry, I... uh, don't know what happened there."

MUSE AS A DRINK

crimson with gold? and a delicious lemon? very much kassandra as a drink. you know the alcohol content on this was high.

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❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . / from emily, but also like hold the void entity after a void nightmare.

μ::|| meme: 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @torntruth

The night had been cold with even the fire fighting to provide a scant amount of warmth. Emily had been curled tight against the Keeper, clinging to the warmth her body provided as she slept through the night. Kassandra had, in turn, entered her meditative state, not quite sleeping, but allowing her mind to rest. It should have been a restful night, aside from the bite of winter outside, but a violent stirring beside Kassandra had torn her abruptly from her meditative state.

Red eyes opened to see Emily tossing, saying something she couldn't quite make out. Her movements were jerky, violent, as if fighting off something unseen. Shifting in the bed, Kassandra acted quickly, throwing a blanket around her and wrapping her arms around the woman, securing her as best as she could. "Emily! Emily, shhhh, I'm here." She held on tightly, but not so tight that it would hurt her. "Emily, wake up, I'm here!" Dark eyes opened, greeting Kassandra's ruby eyes, and the Keeper offered what she had hoped was a reassuring smile. As reassuring as she could offer with those sharp teeth. "There you are. You're here, you're safe."

𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚄𝚁𝙻 𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙸𝚃𝙻𝙴𝚂. 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙽 , 𝚃𝙰𝙶 𝙰𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝚈 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚄𝚁𝙻 :

O - Odyssey - Modern Version - The Flight ft Emma Rohan

F - Flesh and Bone - Black Math

S - Salt - Eivør 

P - Persephone (The Gathering of Flowers) - Dead Can Dance

V - Vagabond - Tommee Profitt ft FJØRA

R - Rebel - Pep Squad

T - Tumbleweed - Puscifer

A - Across the Seas - Alexa Ray

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i like you most with a smile and without clothes.

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θ::|| @pentaghest

Were they getting a bit more careless about sneaking around and trying to keep the entire affair secret? Maybe. But they were in too deep at this point and it was becoming harder and harder to keep away from each other. There were stolen glances, hands brushing against the other subtly. They longed so much just to be in each other's presence and get lost in one another. Kassandra would always tell herself that she could worry about what this really meant later but later kept being pushed back further and further. Maybe one day she wouldn't be able to put it off any longer and she'd face her feelings that she denied so vehemently. But not today. And certainly not with the Seeker saying things like that in her ear as if she was passing on important information.

And most importantly, she couldn't hide the smile that crept onto her features. "You already got the first part out of me..." Amber eyes glanced around the surprisingly quiet hall in Skyhold. "Now you just have to work on the second part."

What famous author do you write like?

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