THE EAGLE BEARER.

𝐎𝐅𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐃   :   independent, selective and private roleplay blog for kassandra of agiad from assassin’s creed: odyssey. based on both game and book. please read my rules in my carrd before interacting. all graphics made by me, unless otherwise stated. personal blogs do not reblog my posts. low activity.

as written by holly (she/her, 25). established april 9 2019.

Concern settles in Myrrine’s features, ageing like a good wine, though she certainly bears her years in the grey in her braided hair, sun-kissed skin, and the aches in her joints that cold mornings of winter bring her. She watches Kassandra, how her body language changes over the rim of her cup.

“You mean…” Taking her words one at a time, Myrrine begins to put it together. Her face gives her away, falling from her expression to something sad. “Oh, lamb. That responsibility, I- that life…” Both hands reach and take Kassandra’s arm between her palms. “Are you certain that is… what you want?”

A HAND REACHED UP TO COVER Myrinne’s, the warmth of her skin under Kassandra’s palm calming some of her grief. Ever since she had taken the staff, the sensation had eaten at her. Just knowing that one day she would be alone, whose she loved snatched from her by time itself... It weighed heavy. She had to remind herself that they were not gone yet, to push the wave of grief away for now.

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“It’s good to see your appetite for my cooking is still as ravenous as before.” A hand gently smooths over her daughter’s hair as the other finally finishes her meal. A small smile tugs at her lips despite the numbness she felt within.

To be back in this house still tore a hole in her chest, but she pushed it aside. As she did each night when the memories of that mountain top and that night resurfaced again. Nights it plagued her outnumbered those it did not, even now that both of her children were with her again.

That was not as important as her children experiencing a sense of normalcy, time to heal and rest. They needed their mother and she needed to see them happier. So she went on as if everything was alright.

“Have you seen Alexios today?”

He was not home yet for dinner. She was not concerned, she just wanted food ready for when he felt like returning. Still he was quiet and reserved, spending lots of time on his own. It worried her greatly.

THE HOUSE FELT SMALL, THE YEARS of its gradual shrinking as Kassandra grew struck out. The last time she had been here, it had felt like the safest place in all the world. A place that held her mother and father, her baby brother. Now she felt awkward in the space, too large to belong there. And besides the spell of its protection had been broken when she was just a child, on a stormy night.

Swallowing the last of the food, she washed it down with the last of the wine in her cup. She gave her mother a wry grin, unashamed of her appetite or enjoyment of Myrrine’s cooking. And she couldn’t help the subconscious lean into her mother’s hand as it brushed over hair, an instinct as old as Kassandra herself was.

“No,” she said, a slight frown tugging at her lips. “He was gone when I woke up. Want me to go look for him?”

WITH JUST THOSE TWO WORDS, KASSANDRA’S expression crumbled. Sat beside Eivor, she curled into their embrace, hiding her face in the crook between shoulder and neck. It had been so long since she had let herself be close to anyone — since she had let people get more than a glance at her face, never mind anything more. Aletheia was always warning her, but this time, she ignored the Isu. Aletheia was not real, not in the same way, and she did not seem to feel the loneliness that haunted her Keeper.