Narrow my tongue

                        The already drunk braggart was too late to change direction before entering his tent             one shared with a steely-eyed huntress who glared daggers upon approaching visage. This night was meant to be one of CELEBRATION as they had thwarted yet another attack by Roman scum. With wine in hand, he made his rounds among brothers and though the mind blurs with visions of many, he’s certain now what rouses frustration as the lips of a woman, not belonging to Mira, grace recollection.

❝ You would move to punish ?  The woman meant nothing. ❞

                                      ❛     Yes  -- -  nothing  except  for  wavering  faith.     ❜  

 for  creatures  of  bitter  souls  punished  even  the  slightest  of  mistakes.  wine  had  gotten  the  better  of  them  both  ‘pon  occasion   (   was  that  not  how  they  came  to  be?   ),  wasn’t  unusual  in  camp.  but  never  had  she  thought  such  actions  would  be  so  boisterously  declared  in  her  ear.  burned  into  her  sight  with  little  repentance.  drink  or  no,  lips  had  coveted  what  was  supposed  to  hers    &&    women  of  territorial  nature  do  not  take  kindly  to  trespasses.

everyone else trying to rock the french braids bc they wanna be cool too lol

just like mira

I’m here! Just working on a meta ask. I’ve been mostly away all day.

                                       ❛     Is  it  scorn  or  something  further  that  draws  your  blade  so  late  tonight?     ❜

@martyry gets a follow starter!

Nasir was in a bit of a foul mood. He was more aggressive than usual as he trained new recruits, though he attempted a softer tone after fight was had. It was not anyone else’s fault that Agron was fucking avoiding him every opportunity he could. Nasir had promised to keep from Castus’ company, and he had not broken trust, though Agron obviously believed he had. Nasir knew eventually he would have to confront Agron in a way he couldn’t avoid, but until then, he put his thoughts aside, seeking out company of long-trusted friend and hoping she was free. 

He offered a smile as he approached her, practice spear in hand. It was not as bright as it might have normally been, but her presence did lift spirits. “I hope you do not mind your name passes lips when those struggling with sword express interest in the bow,” he told her.

                                        ❛     I  will  teach  them  -- -     ❜     she  says  it  with  determination,  with  underlying  subtly    &&    care  in  her  words.  honeyed  in  the  surrounding  of  clanging  steel,  fevered  breathing.

 perhaps  he  could  hide  from  the  others.  their  gazes  not  so  caring,  their  hearts  not  so  open.  but  she  KNOWS.  for  it  is  the  same  bitterness  that  lingers  behind  her  eyes.  scorned    &&    forgotten.  perhaps  not  in  the  same,  a  widow  it  seemed  in  posture,  in  presence.  cursing  the  world  for  fates  she  had  not  desired.  for  love  returned  to  her  with  bloodied  fingers  enclosing  upon  her  throat.

“Envy the love if you must. Envy not the circumstances.”