#devilishlyhandsomesoldier

Threats [Sentence Starters] || Accepting!

Jack lifted an eyebrow, looking the soldier up and down. He’d expected this kind of reaction from those closest to the King once his true identity was revealed. The sudden distrust, anger, and even hatred permeated the castle, but they all stank with fear. Still, he meant no harm, and eventually they would all realize this.

Send me “🔪” For my muses reaction to yours stabbing them in the chest.

Xiro’s breath caught in his lungs as he felt the sword sink deep within his chest. His face crumpled with pain, then rage, his fingers clumsily grasping at the blade, slipping and sliding in the blood, slicing themselves open. His burning gaze settled on the man before him, his hate bright like the fire that had ignited within his palm. 

Put ‘Spitting Teeth’ in my askbox for my muses reaction to yours punching them in the face

It seemed as though only a second before Jack’s fist smashed into the soldier’s stomach. A harsh force push and the other man was on the ground several feet away. The Jack stalked towards him and knelt, grabbing him roughly by the collar and jerking him upwards so that they were nearly nose to nose. 

...Where are all of these colorful people coming from?

There were few moments in her life when she actual considered the benefits of the Bowerstone Resistance, but the execution of high-ranking (and generally well-loved) military official seemed to turn the tide of the community in Albion. Then again, maybe it was just all the damned rain that had turned Sibyl's thoughts toward more pure intentions; whatever the case, it was something that a few pints could easily fix.

Genuine emotion wasn't something that Sibyl attempted to display on a regular basis, but it seemed like half of the Cock in the Crown was feeling just as bleary as Swift's former soldiers must have. Though it should have been some sort of heart-wrenching scene, Sibyl was torn somewhere between annoyance and the desire to tell each and every person in the room that they had allowed Swift to be captured. How could they be so emotional over something they could've prevented?

Then again -- as she thought more on the subject and ordered her first pint -- Sibyl supposed that real, raw emotion had no rhyme or reason. She wasn't heartless -- though perhaps she was a bit maligned -- so the idea wasn't completely foreign, but Swift had been executed nearly a week prior and it seemed as if the rest of Albion was moving on with their lives. So why was Bowerstone -- the hellish place! -- still so affected?