#1sttalon

Aww.

lucanis' type meme

send  me  🍒  +  a  url  and  i  will  write  some  positivity  for  them.

Simon and all 500 of his blogs /j

I love SImon, I think he's so fucking cool and I'm glad he made that server where I got to meet him and everyone else. He writes all of his characters on point and captures each and every one of their personalities amazingly. The Miracle and Illario are def my faves so like, I gotta give them both smooches forever and always

it's crow business.

𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑺𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺

accepting @1sttalon sent: ( SHOULDER ) holding mine's shoulder from behind, leaning down to whisper in mine's ear.

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑲 𝑶𝑭 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑫𝑨𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑯𝑰𝑫𝑫𝑬𝑵 𝑩𝑬𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀 𝑪𝑨𝑻 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑲 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑳𝒀 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑬. The Houses had come together to throw such an extravagant masquerade in her honor. A thank you for saving the world from rampaging gods. While she felt the sentiment of her fellow Crows, she much preferred to be elsewhere. House Dellamorte did not spare any expense in arranging such an event. It wouldn't have come cheap. Assassins in masks, what could possibly go wrong? 

Frowning, Lark meandered through the crowd, her ebony gown billowing behind her. It would have been a scandalous cut if this hadn't been Antiva. Her shoulders were bare with a lack of decorating the trim of the dress and the bodice. Her mask was secured to her face, and her long coppery waves were coiled at the ends. She wore matching gloves that rested up past her elbows. If anyone knew her, she wasn't one for such finery but if this was to honor her, she would dress accordingly. She wanted to blend in--to be overlooked by select individuals and get through this party. If she could make it through the night, then she could slip under the radar and leave when no one was looking. 

Suddenly, just as she was about to slip through another crowd of crows, she felt a hand touch her shoulder. It took all her willpower not to throw him to the floor just out of sheer surprise. However, a familiar scent tantalized her nose and her shoulders when rigid. She felt him close to her, and a chill ran down her spine. He had said something, but Lark had missed it due to the booming music of the orchestra. Dancing would start in a moment and she wanted to flee to the safety of the walls, but instead, she pivoted to face none other than Illario. 

Lark did not smile. She stared up at him with a taciturn look. 

❝ 𝐈𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨. ❞ She greeted and crossed her arms over her chest. 

❝  𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.❞ She gave a slight curtsy.

 ❝ 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲? ❞ She asked. She was never good at small talk. 

they've laid like this for hours now, a rarity while the sun is strung up and what comforts a bed can offer seems small. while a glare peeks through pulled curtains and the bronze of illario's skin has crept into peripherals. he's flattering him despite sweat-slick bodies and a sheet lost to the floor.. a curious tactic zevran might have dismissed another day. when his own hair wasn't a mess and the comfort felt hadn't sank to his bones. on the other side of white-hot satisfaction isn't where he'd thought to find him, but.. his was a penchant for the sort, these days.

" ah, and here i was beginning to wonder if you were only interested in the sex, " it's chipper and warm and all other things that make the languid stretch of him more obvious. an underscore while arms are up, folded beneath the spill of messy blond, toying idly at whichever loosened braid falls nearest. " is this why you return so soon ? " from a meeting full of blades what hungered for his throat, still, no doubt. " do you tire of the politics so much you would risk throwing out your back again ? "

he's become reckless in his later years. flying so close to treviso when he would do better to linger in the south. and, where fault could rest on the crackling sky and whispers of some foreign wickedness in passing, there was an allure in sharp eyes and a subtle smile. in a gold chain that droops just enough to be hooked by a newly freed finger. @1sttalon brought it upon himself with words like such and the rich, honied scent of fine antivan musk. " come, " a tug, simple, yet heavy with purpose, " show me how beautiful you think i am. "

"Because you have a concussion, Illario. Sit still before you make it worse."

A deceptively strong arm prevents the assassin from rising. A potion lifts from a bag hallway across the room, held tightly a spectral hand. It floats across the distance, dropping against the human's chest.