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@thievryss 
            
            ozias gave a frown at that , though kept his resolve .  it wouldn’t be the first he’s dealt with a fellow thief , he would have to go over this carefully—  especially if he wants said item back .  “ i’ll have you know that lute is VERY important  ,  was custom made in fact .  means a great deal to me .  if you want something more valuable to steal  ,  suppose i COULD offer some coin .  a rare offer  ,  indeed .  normally i prefer to be greedy with it .  ”

@taverntunes   ( … )       [       paedyn   rose   her   eyebrow,   a   slow,   mischievous   smile   forming   on   her   lips.   her   head   tilted,   glancing   down   at   his   hand   wrapped   around   her   forearm   briefly,   before   she   leaned   in   closer.   her   reddish   hair   seemed   to   spark   with   hidden   fire   underneath   the   light,   matching   her   personality.      ]      aye,   I   can   if   ‘ said   item ‘   is   already   / stolen /.       [     she   drawled,   staring   pointedly   at   him.     ] 

@-demonicprince-   /    LOVE YOUUU <33

@moonchiId    /    TY   HUN !     < 33

/ :eyes:

/   in   the   meantime,   fantasy   ocs/characters,   where   we   at ?

@hyrded    ( … )       [    the   sea   wind   tangled   in   paedyn’s   hair,   strands   of   it   flicking   across   her   cheek   like   whispers   from   ghosts   long   buried.   she   didn’t   flinch   at   rurik’s   closeness,   nor   did   she   recoil   from   the   gravel   in   his   voice.   instead,   she   stood   still — like   a   shadow   cast   by   the   moon,   unmoved   by   the   tide.    ]        and   here   I   thought   you’d   turn   a   blind   eye   like   all   the   others.      [     the   thief   hummed   to   herself.     ]     aye.   perhaps   I   did   reveal   myself   to   you   on   purpose.   perhaps   I   wanted   to   be   seen.   but   who   said   I   was   looking   for   jewels,   good   sir ?      
            
                  [       she   turned   then,   slow   and   deliberate,   the   sun   catching   the   copper   in   her   hair   and   setting   it   ablaze.   a   smirk   tugged   at   her   lips,   subtle   and   sharp.   her   fingers   tapped   rhythmically   against   the   worn   leather   buckle   at   her   waist,   a   casual   defiance   in   every   movement.   she   leaned   back   against   the   railing,   one   foot   hooked   behind   the   other,   posture   loose   and   unbothered — like   a   woman   who’d   never   known   chains.   like   the   ship   was   hers.   like   the   world   had   no   hold   on   her.   her   voice   was   silk   wrapped   around   steel,   playful   but   edged.   she   craned   her   neck   to   look   up   at   him,   the   wind   tugging   at   her   coat   like   it   too   wanted   to   escape.      ]     perhaps   a   lowborn   such   as   meself   wanted   merely   to   travel.   to   escape   this   shithole   of   a   town.   free   passage   is   a   tempting   thing. 

⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀“did i? or did you merely reveal yourself to me?” he paused, lifting his head, his gaze turning forward. the faint curve of his lips carried a venomous edge, and his features grew cold, carved with something cruel.        “tell me, then, did you find your precious jewels?” and for the briefest instant, beneath that hardened mask, something like sorrow flickered before vanishing into the salt wind.

⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀ glimpsing at her once, head lowered, the reaper observed in silence, listening to every fold and ripple her words made in the air. a breeze rolled through, carrying the salt of the sea, and his attention drifted toward the horizon. then came the crashing waves, their roar folding over itself again and again. bitter nostalgia filled his chest, fleeting yet sharp. for a moment he allowed himself the unfamiliar ease of it, the serenity of the horizon, and her quiet, haunting presence.          rurik lifted his gaze to the water, chest rising and falling like the tide itself. perhaps it was the loneliness eating at him from within, or perhaps the memory of something once lost, but he found himself envying her, her sheer will, her unyielding commitment to endure. and surely, if he were to dig through the valley of her secrecy, he would find more humanity buried beneath than deceit or treachery. for that reason alone, he stepped back, granting her space, though his arms still caged around her, barely brushing her frame.          at the somber look settling over his mismatched eyes, one jade green, the other iced grey, the reaper tilted his head, lowering his mouth near her ear. without so much as a touch, he murmured, amusement lingering in the gravel of his tone.       “no, i suppose not. but you cannot blame the captain for doing his duty.”
            
            ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ again came that rough tug of nostalgia. yet this time, he knew what caused it⎯⎯her. the thought of home, of something once pure and alive with love, clawed at him until his grip on the railing tightened. his teeth ground together; his voice deepened to a rasp.

/     oooo   great   minds   think   alike    ;D 

@hellslyrics         ( … )    so   you   are   a   savage   beast,   hm ?   you   think   you   are   the   first   one   I’ve   come   across ?      
            
                    [      her   tongue   dampened   her   dry   lips,   fingers   raising   to   her   throat   as   he   eventually   walked   away   from   her.   she   let   out   an   exhale,   a   sight   tremble   from   it,   before   a   low   chuckle   escaped   her.     ]        …   then   I   suppose   you   want   this   back ?      [       the   thief   held   up   the   silver   pocket   watch,   its   chain   dangling   from   her   fingers   like   bait.   her   expression   was   the   picture   of   innocence — except   for   the   sly   curve   of   her   mouth.   she   had   snatched   it   from   him   when   he   had   had   her   pinned.   she   finished   her   comment   with   a   final   jab,   to   match   the   nickname   he   had   given   her.     ] 
              
                                                       … beasty.   
            
            / 2/2

@hellslyrics             ( … )      why ?   are   you   afraid   of   what   I   might   do   to   you,   hunter ?     [        paedyn’s   mind   raced,   calculating   her   next   move   with   the   precision   of   someone   who’d   danced   this   line   before.   she   had   options.   she   could   drive   her   knee   upward,   right   into   his   vulnerable   groin,   as   thought   before.   or   perhaps   she’d   go   for   something   sharper — her   blade,   tucked   just   out   of   sight.   then   again,   her   talent   for   theatrics   could   serve   her   well:   a   blood-curdling   scream,   perfectly   timed,   would   surely   draw   attention.   any   of   these   might   buy   her   a   chance   to   slip   away   with   her   life   intact. 
            
                    her   teeth   clenched   together,   her   eye   twitching   in   a   flinch   at   the   sound   of   his   palm   hitting   the   wall   close   to   her   head,   but   her   gaze   remained   on   him.   her   pulse   fluttered   like   a   moth   trapped   in   a   jar,   and   yet   she   could   hide   it   on   her   face.   but   her   hand   shot   up   to   his   wrist   as   soon   as   his   large   hand   held   her   by   the   neck,   drawing   her   closer.   there   was   a   falter   in   her   expression — panic ?   fury ?   perhaps   both.   her   nails   dug   into   his   flesh,   attempting   to   pry   his   hand   away   from   her.   but   he   was   strong.   stronger   than   others.   her   head     turned   to   the   side   as   his   breath   fanned   upon   her   cheek.     ]      
            
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