#eternlle

“We seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot.”

A slight glare came from the Scot as he EYED the stranger who somehow found their way onto his property. It wasn’t that he was bothered by her in general, just the fact she somehow managed to sneak up on him. Never did he experience that unless they were looking to try and end him. All failed and she would be next IF that was her goal. If she was trying to cover up that fact with an introduction then he’d find out, but he saw no harm in hearing what she had to SAY first. So, he lowered the summoned claymore and let the tip of the sword dig into the ground as he leaned against the hilt. “I’d say so.” He replied. “Care to fix that?” He asked while the glare faded in an attempt to appear somewhat friendly but only looking more serious as Alec TRIED to read the stranger. 

“oh, have i heard so many wonderful things about you from my dearest friend lenore!” hands clasped in front of her, a bright smile would appear on her lips momentarily before her features would become scrunched up in focus, hands separating and held out in front of her. a second or two passes and another second longer before a cup of tea would appear and be offered to the other. “pardon me if this may be... well, intrusive, but are you a ghost too?”

@eternlle​ LIKED FOR WILLABELLA MUCKWAB!      /      far beyond the edge of town, where the witchwood forest not yet grows (named for she who wanders.) there are whispers of what she does, out of sight from the settlers and away from the shining shore — rumors that may result in a rope around her beautiful neck. 

willabella is more than content in this solitude; she is not looking to be disturbed, far from. any stragglers than wander across her path may find a sticky end awaiting them if they aren’t careful. 

it’s the snap of a branch that snaps the witch’s head up. her work is clutched close to her chest, concealed beneath a cloak — 

           she was always curious when her mirror changed hands. it seemed as if she’d been passed around to people of every walk of life, seen the world change through their eyes. she always tried to make contact with them, to interact, and some welcomed her presence while others were quite happy to ignore her completely. she could even recall one woman throwing her mirror into a lake. but now! a new person! ‘ oh, you’re lovely, ‘ she smiled, peaking into frame and smiling up at the woman. 

“I almost expected immortality to become easier with time, but I find myself dreading every day I wake up, still alive” 

Fingers, marred and worn from countless battles, plays along the piano keys. Never pushing too hard to produce a sound, but rather from the feel of it. So many things he’s let himself ignore to the favor of warfare. Lies. Betrayal. PIRACY. He wonders, had his family been allowed to live, would he have ended up a different man? Someone majoring in the art of scams. Taken over his father’s company, entered a loveless life with a wife who detested him? Would that even have been the better outcome? DOUBTFUL. 

There’s a sigh and he turns to face Evelyn. One of the only sources for his sanity to stay intact still. 

being wanted in most nearby kingdoms was a burden. it made flynn’s life a difficult trial of evading guards, tearing down wanted posters in places he’s never even set foot, and reaping the benefits of a reputation like his. its a repetitive cycle, only made remarkable by how long he’s managed to keep the charade running. 

and yet, the man has so little to lose, he doesn’t bother hiding. instead he sits in clear daylight, his own wanted poster in his hand, examining its contents in quiet horror: