Skilled Reaver

Reaver hadn’t exactly plotted a course, but he had to admit he might have been a bit lost. He wasn’t sure how much of that was due to the generous chalices of wine he had downed for several nights. He’d lost count of the bottles he’d gone through, but how else was one to entertain themselves on a ship alone as he was?

When he saw land, he didn’t think it looked particularly different than what he was used to in Albion, but... Ah, yes. Perhaps a bit more modern. Had he passed out for years? Centuries? Even for him, that would be a feat. 

Stepping foot off of his ship, he spotted what looked to be a young woman. His lips curled into a wicked grin as he pointed his cane towards her. “My dear girl... I do hope you can tell me where we are.”

//Sorry for the absence. Mental and physical health took a giant nosedive and it’s been a rough time. However, I have missed the hell out of writing and RPing and feel I can finally return to my beloved blogs. :)

I have a few behind the scenes things to get back in order before I’ll be open for RP again. I should be good to go in a day or so. At which point I’m starting with a clean slate again with threads.

Looking forward to getting back into the groove!

//Okay so I know I have been gone for forever and I apologize about that, but hoo boy life is life.

Work is crazy, had my best friend here for a week, debated remaking a new multi and ultimately decided against it, and applied for college/got accepted.

So... Here I am.

I won’t have too much time to do things until next week, but I am going to try and be around on all my blogs for a bit. I also have a super secret and very special blog that I am currently working on and super excited about.

Until next time, friends!

"What a weak, despicable man he is. But I am not he. I am Reaver. And I will sleep much better after this chalice of wine."

Jonathan watched the other carefully, already analyzing the way he moved, the way he talked…  It was amazing, how much you could discover about a person within five minutes of meeting them…  And he already had an idea of how to get more out of the other man.

“Oh, come now…  Don’t be a tease.  You can’t just dangle information like that in front of a psychiatrist…”

Reaver’s lips curled into an amused smirk, much to his surprise. He hadn’t at all expected such words to escape the other man’s mouth. He’d known people like this over the many centuries he had been alive. Truth be told, they were all so drab and boring that he scarcely ever bothered to give them an ounce of his time. Even if his time, of course, was rather unlimited. 

"What a weak, despicable man he is. But I am not he. I am Reaver. And I will sleep much better after this chalice of wine."