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@crueal
  đđŤđŽđđđĽ ,  an independent and mutuals only multi-muse .  own lore featured on this blog .  extremely low to no activity .
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other blogs include :  @shallrise  and  @delusiela .
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" what happened to you ? "
" đ đ đđđ . "
DANIELLE CAMPBELLÂ as KAYLA POWELL Tell Me A Story (2018 â 2020 ) | Chapter 1: Hope.
her shoulders are saddled down with a heaviness she's not yet able to acclimate to, but bears none the less. if someone looks at her, really looks at her, they'd see hollow, endless and obscured by everything that led to this moment where lara stands over the body of a man she'd ripped into mercilessly. the moment stretches long enough for lara to realize she forgot to breath, and when she does the haze clears, she drags the blade against the fabric of her pants as she finally turns to address killian. killian, who might be the linger last fragments of lara's humanity, or naivety, or both.
the unease broils deep inside her chest as she debates sheathing the hunting knife, â i suppose it's not. â she murmurs as her eyes scale killian's relaxed posture and respond in contrary. she stands tense. lara doesn't trust the man who spoke of killing his brothers in arms like it were a vice to be indulged for an instant hit. she doesn't trust him, but she's spared him. and he spared her in return. now they stand on even ground.
â it's a warning. for those who choose to stay in this valley. â lara takes a step closer, stepping over strewn, lifeless limbs without so much a second glance. â consider yourself warned. i am not in a generous mood. â grief makes an ugly home where it loiters, clouds much of lara's judgement. she may have felt for the man as he wept over his fallen comrade, but the dust of that battle has long settled now. whatever alliance that was struck while the metal was hot is long iced over now, and ice shatters.
there is an  unspoken  truce  between them,  he believes.  she had been present the moment raw emotion ate him alive and consumed him whole at the betrayal trinity had committed,  the fallen comrade that died in his arms creating a hatred he has not yet experienced until the moment came    â    but his stability in alliances  proved  to be inapt at his capability of murdering his own on a whim.
there's a tsking sound that he makes as he pushes himself away from the tree he rests against,  taking a general step in her direction.    "    killin' the men here won't solve the  big  issue,    "    his tone is cold,  insisting for lara to see the bigger picture.  if she had truly wanted him gone,  she would make it happen.  he knew the ins and outs of trinity;  how they operated,  where compounds remain.  killian could help her achieve what she wanted most if she were willing to accept the risk.
MARK ROWLEY as Finan The Last Kingdom (5.03)
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â just do what youâre told. like you always do. â
there's a moment that he closes his eyes briefly, a sigh escaping chapped lips. the harsh elements of the sun combined with clear skies has exhausted him to his limit đ˘đĄđđ đđđđđĄ â but there's something about the way that peyton speaks to him that gets underneath his skin.
it's a reminder from his past, sucked back into a memory he thought was long forgotten. he is a child seeking the attention from parents who disregard him, invalidate his feelings and tell him to suck it up. đđ§'đŚ đđĽđđđ, but it's there. there's no point in arguing with her as it would use up the remaining energy he has left. " asking nicely will get you places, " cole quickly mentions despite the decision previously made about arguing with @inabsolute, but he rises to his feet from the sandy ground and brushes the particles of sand off that had been sticking to his skin.
laughter stirs up from inside her, tumbling out without fear. for what murphy has threatened in the past, it meant something to peyton that he had chosen to be beside her now. "yeah, you said that too," she jokes, not bothering to give her attention directly. focus remains on the firelight in front of them, on who still bothers to pay close attention to murphy. it doesn't surprise her when she sees bellamy in the distance, speaking to one of the hundred while his gaze continues to wander.
"shouldn't you be sharpening weapons or lurking in a tent somewhere?" the insults he'd thrown at her stung, even now. even with him choosing her over anyone else at camp. when chocolate hues finally land on murphy, peyton knows how to make her point. "away from all of us traitors."
had it been anyone else and he would have given a reason to shut them up, a đ˝đľđđđśđ°đŽđš đđľđżđ˛đŽđ that would have caused them to wish they hadn't said anything at all. peyton is peyton, he assumes she can at least handle the bluntness of his tone of voice. " tell me something i haven't said yet, " it's a rhetorical statement, not too interested in listening. his eyes wander from the lit fire, only landing on the blonde sitting beside him.
" afraid that i've come to đđ¨đĽđ§ your feelings again ? " there's a glimpse of a smile that flashes, quickly replaced by a scowl. he is quite aware of eyes that linger on him from a distance, watching his every move to ensure a threat will not be imminent.
gravel is sprinkled into tainted honeycomb snow, stained with blood of her slain enemies as their life seeps warm into the cold ground underneath. her knee drags back as she wrenches her knife from breastbone and vest, no amount of padding is match for a serrated blade designed to cut clean through the hardest bone. lara's eyes flicker up when she senses the company of @crueal but she's not quick to turn around. whatever or whoever's shown up would be a fool to challenge her as she champions over fallen trinity mercenaries that intercept her.
the river runs as cold as her the blood in her veins and ices over, whoever comes her way would be well greeted by her blade. she's not in a particularly trusting mood right now. â welcome. i trust youâve been enjoying my little party? â trinity's threat may have been thwarted, but the rangers of trinity's battalions who weren't eradicated by the deathless ones remained on the outskirts of the valley, threatening the remnant. a threat of lara's own doing. and it was up to her to undo. sofia had sent out her own hunting parties but lara preferred to work alone. no witnesses, she couldn't let the destruction be bore on anyone's sights but her own.
killian milne liked for a short starter.
he'd been trailing behind her for quite some time, maintaining enough distance to keep hidden from her keen eyesight yet close enough to watch her struggle with sense of control. his footsteps are heavy, boots splattered in a mixture of blood and soil. killian has made himself known, but she has chosen not to acknowledge him properly yet.
shoulder rests against a battered tree, most likely caused by the wildlife in the area. he's heard of the big cats that linger in the siberian wilderness. " don' think it could be called a party, đđĽđ˘đđ§, " he answers her nearly immediately, forcing away the smile that wants to form. it was interesting to see the limits she had pushed herself past. " quite the trail ya left behind. "
sometimes i wonder if i should change zara's fc and at the same time, idk who i would change it to
ngl, i want things from when murphy died.
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ngl, i want things from when murphy died.
i've done a lot of editing to this blog and i'm still adding more muses, rip to me.
Phoebe Tonkin as Olivia Gallagher in âSafe Harbourâ
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â the last time we talked, didnât you say you wanted to kill me? â
in the off chance that murphy did not remember their last conversation â he does â @inabsolute makes sure that it's brought to his attention after he had taken his time to seek her out. he remembers their last conversation very clearly, how every threat to hurt and kill her was only to get a reaction out of her, and stir up suspicion ; it wasn't worth the risk after being allowed permission to reside back in the camp. would he have done it ? that he could not answer.
" shut up, " words fall easily off his tongue as he takes a seat beside her, instinctively rolling his eyes. truth is, he wouldn't be able to give her a definite answer as to why he's here. has he come to threaten her again or simply due to the fact that she's one of the few who has willingly stuck by his side ? threat aside.
John Murphy finally gets the weapon he wanted all along - To Be ContinuedâŚ
