#cothurnas

morena baccarin ?

omg shes perf thank you

ohmygosh i had no idea (or if i did, i forgot, by virtue of an awful memory). clearly we do need to get right on this because /yeees/. do you have anythin in mind already?

sleep | my character needs to stay at your character’s house for the night

He and Corvo have a curious relationship. They are friends yet trade brief kisses as greetings when parting, but it would be wrong to say they’re a couple when Corvo has Jessamine and Daud as…partners. Jessamine and Corvo being in love doesn’t stop Corvo, Daud, and Outsider from engaging in activities usually frowned upon by the other half of a monogamous pair—Jessamine simply doesn't seem to care and it isn’t out of ignorance.

It makes Corvo happy, is her reasoning and Outsider isn’t one to complain of a good thing. It baffles him, yes, so he tries not to think on it too hard and opens the door to let Corvo in. Doesn’t matter that it’s 2am on a Thursday, Outsider wide awake and doing nothing in particular.

     Garrett never would grow accustomed to the supernatural powers this man possessed. It was irritating and intriguing all at once, coupled with the slightest twinge of jealousy on his part. Immortality seemed to fade into the recesses of the unimportant when faced with teleportation, among other abilities he couldn’t quite pinpoint.

     How exactly he’d managed to snag his treasured mask was a blur of the aforementioned talents at this point. It was hard to recall it clearly with a rough hand pressed to his throat, back to the seal of an open window from which he’d snuck into the other’s room many times before. Sometimes with the same goal of taking that handcrafted face piece, sometimes not. His priorities varied.

             " — Anything to say before I                     toss you out like the rat                     you are?”

     The threat wasn’t empty, that was for sure. Hand holding the body guard’s mask is grasped hard at the wrist, and the thief’s spider-like fingers clutch it laxly despite the tenseness of the situation. He had the means of saving himself if the other follows through. But he feels more playful than that, surprisingly enough.

     Once the calloused fingers pressed to his neck loosen some for what he can only assume is to give him a chance to speak, the blackhand thrusts forward and, what with the closeness of their proximity, mouth brushing past his attacker's barely. A smile and he takes advantage of the confusion elicited from the action to kiss him properly, a meeting of dry lips and empty intentions, before shoving him away with the all strength he could muster in the moment. Garrett promptly tossed the mask at the Royal Protector, a flick of the wrist whilst grabbing Erin's claw from its holster at his hip.

             "Take care of it for me."

     Bewildered, the other doesn't move, with the exception of catching his property, as the thief swiftly exits the the way he came, climbing up with his tool's assistance and disappearing into the shadows.

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