#a-bottomless-curse

Mistletoe meme || Accepting

“Oh dear hunter, I would take care in choosing where you stand...” The small smirk on her face turned to a full fledged mischievous smile as she approached the other. “Lest you wish to invite a particular happening.” She crooked a finger under Kayden’s chin and tipped the huntress’ gaze upwards toward the mistletoe.

Anor Londo slumbered, but two of its daughters remained awake.  Framed by the marble corridor, half-blooded Kayden was almost spectral, her subservient gaze shrouded by a gossamer veil.  A ghost at once bound to this city of the Gods, but also held in quiet contempt, with no hope of exorcism.  Amber eyes, framed by impassive porcelain, picked over the bowl crowded with crystal vials and neatly folded cloths – the tools of domestic servitude.  Evidently, duty had kept them both awake long past sundown.

“There is something.”

Ciaran spoke quietly, all husky, honeyed tones.  A creature of shadow, she was at home in the colourless, midnight hours, much like the dowdy, dark-eyed moths that chased starlight and pattered against window panes.  The scent of copper clung to her, as it always did when she returned from a hunt.  Her mark had left marks of his own.  Beneath her armour, her godly body burned and ached, the navy fabric disguising crimson stains.  The assassin’s talent for maiming was matched only by her ability to deny her own wounds.  As unseen linens soaked and stiffened with her blood, Ciaran stood tall, spoke evenly.  She did not scream, did not cry, was no longer sure it was within her power to do so.

Send A Kiss For My Muse || No Longer Accepting

Her presence had surprised him, yet the kiss was eagerly returned nonetheless. With a warm smile he placed a hand upon her cheek, running his thumb oh so gently over her cheekbone. “Ah so lovely to see you again, my dear. I have missed you quite terribly.”

🍳 - cooking!

@a-bottomless-curse & @solivagannta & @the-lady-heiress // not accepting.

🍀 - luck

Brom doesn't put stock into good fortune or misfortune as concepts, believing far more in what can be seen or perceived in tangible ways. Proven concepts such as divine intervention and curses don't counteract his outlook but prove it as far as he's concerned, since the powers that be manifest in an oftentimes painfully overt manner in the Lands Between. Things either happen or don't, and if something is going too well then it isn't an accident.

As for whether Brom is lucky or unlucky, there isn't much to support one or the other. Many terrible things have happened, many good things have happened, and there's no true inclination towards one side of the cosmic scale or the other.

🍳 - cooking

While not a professional chef by any definition of the word, Brom is quite a proficient cook with a notable skill with meat-based dishes. Roasts and stews typically turn out the best with how often he's spent preparing meals out in the wilds, but when an opportunity arises in the hold Brom has occasionally been known to bake meat pies of good quality. Most desserts elude him, however.

three houses starters | KAYDEN. (@a-bottomless-curse)

He would’ve liked to have known Kayden in the waking world. 

There was warm, tender energy to everything she did and Simon could tell that it wasn’t simply an act meant to endear others to her for her own purposes. There was authenticity to it, an openness to most of her emotions that meant Simon did not need to guess what was on her mind. So when she states that she trusted him, he knew it wasn’t said as an ironic gesture. But there was still an underlying motive here.

 i always trust that you’ve got my back was more than a declaration of trust, it was a statement that he was deserving of said trust. That whatever had brought him to the Nightmare, that whatever he hid in his past would not erase nor diminish the bond that had been forged between them. 

He sighed, a smile spreading across his features partly against his better senses. “I know. Not something I would advise but I know there’s little I can do to change your mind and that as much as I believe that I should endeavor to be worthy of such trust that there’s I need to do in your mind...” 

He kissed his teeth, shaking his head.

@a-bottomless-curse / KAYDEN.

He flinches a bit at her touch, certainly not because she surprised him but rather because of the tenderness behind it. It strikes him how confident she was in her words... After everything here; as if this were just another transitory moment in their lives. It's a certainty that he admires in her but also finds intimidating, something that makes him dread a future in which Kayden would reach her moment of rest without him by her side.

The press of her lips sear against his neck, a brand. He sighs as he rests his own hand on her arm, a humorless smile spreading across his face and he's thankful it's hidden from her point of view. He'd hate to sour the mood with his brooding.

"That'd be nice, a welcome escape and a well-deserved reward for what we've gone through. A cabin is an interesting choice though, is there a particular reason for that?" It sounds nice: the crisp air, the vibrant life surrounding them, and the quiet relief that came with finally being apart from the complexities of the city.

It's a nice thought.

His palm hovers no more than a few inches above the face of the body, Darian mutters the last few words of his prayer before he straightens up. Green eyes search his surroundings: the mark of the centipede was seeing here, so that means someone is here that sought to interrupt the sanctity of the Order. 

And all who do... will face their destruction at his hands. 

Through his mask, he squints. Though the stench of death was thick in the air in this particular area, there was nothing noteworthy in particular save for the bony constructs that would frequently be around an area touched by the corruption of death itself. This was... odd to say the very least, any time there was a mariner around, there were hints, noises that announced the presence of the boatman that would be controlling all of this, or even the addition of several more monstrous foes. 

The rattle of bones shake the undead hunter from his thoughts. Darian sidesteps deftly the arrow that was sent in his direction, letting it hiss by his shoulder. The skeletal militiaman merely loads another into its bow, taking aim -