death walks among you

Arsonist’s Lullabye | Hozier

Send one of the following symbols to find out more about my muse! Part I: (X)

Getting closer:

× what does your muse smell like? what perfume/cologne are they using? � do they shower often? every day or just every couple of days? ♻ how about brushing teeth? three times a day, or just in the morning? ⌘ do they rather shower or take a bath? ♀ how long does your muse usually need for a shower/bath? ⚣ how long does your muse need to shave? (this is also for the ladies!) ♂ does your muse put on make-up? how long do they need for it every day?  ⚢ what kind of make-up does your muse use? favourite colours? how much do they use?

Exploring their body:

♤ does your muse have any scars? where? what do they look like? how did they get them? ♧ any freckles/moles/birth marks? where? ♡ are their fingernails dirty or clean? cut/long? ♢ how much do they weigh? ♠ any ‘weird’ characteristics on their body? one leg/arm longer than the other? ♣ are their veins particularly visible when they’re angry/upset/sad? ♥ do they have more muscles or more fat on their body? ♦ any tattoos? where? what’s the story behind them?

Open your closet:

Foolish, of course, and he'd not likely admit to it, even to himself. Instead he saw it as an extension of work. Scoping out the city and getting a sense of how it lived and breathed on a day-to-day basis gave him better bearings during a mission. 

Spotting the omnic he frowned beneath the partial mask he wore, that concealed the worst of his ever-lingering injuries. A tension sparked between his shoulder blades as he strode slowly closer; years of war and conflict with their kind hadn't left him soft or amiable to their sometimes strange or suspicious behavior. Sometimes they went quiet like this, and the next thing you knew, the God-AI had them in their clutches. 

Now the rains weep o’er his hall with no one there to hear.

“Wake up, Gabriel.”

He watched her with carefully bridled interest, though behind the mask none could truly tell, and his posture generally gave little -if anything- away. Her words perplexed him though - memories resurfacing? 

As things were, he had always recognized Talon's top assassin as the late Gérard Lacroix's missing wife, but only so far as appearances were concerned. Beyond that, he had found little trace of the woman once known as Amélie. In some ways, their situations weren't so drastically different.

She redirected her attention to him, however, and the only indication he acknowledged it for several seconds was a slight quirk of his head to the side. 

"Old habits die hard," he responded, gravelly voice drawing the words out slowly as he had a tendency to do. How would he have known those very words echoed the sentiments of one he'd not be so keen on resembling? 

Giving a dismissive, languid, wave with one hand, he continued. "When you're stuck on the graveyard shift so long, gets hard to turn things back around." Daytime missions were one thing, but considering nearly everything about him from appearance to physical disposition, the cover of night suited him just as well these days as they had back then.

This is right up there on my list of favorite Weird Moments From In-Game. It was an embarrassing loss, but it was funny as shit. I will never forget the Reaper that kept calling Soldier “papi” and going berserk whenever I died (then I’d come back to “:3 I avenged you papi” like seriously I love you but do I have to do some kinkshaming up in here).