#ofvoidx

θ::|| @ofthemyscira

Kassandra doesn't even answer before she's already off the couch. All she had to hear was ice cream and she would be interested. But ice cream with the woman she loves sounds all the more sweeter. It is something she had developed over the centuries of walking this earth: a sweet tooth. Baked treats, cakes, confectioneries, candies, she wants it all. Very rarely had she met a sweet treat she didn't like.

@ofvoidx bc Lissy needs ladylove

Liselotte has never witnessed war ( nor does she welcome it ) but she is knowledgeable enough since her own husband has experienced the battlefield. His collection of swords and steel sparkle on the walls, speaking his sincere and intense devotion to his country.

( but something he could never have for her - - - )

Liselotte turns and is hit with the reality of her empress and the family crest promising protection and prosperity. The princess lets the weight of the dagger ( and situation ) rest in her palms, stormy blue eyes picking up their gaze.

" Your majesty, " she starts s l o w l y.

" I don't understand these

[ @ofvoidx ] THE PAUSE AFTER THOSE WORDS ... is honestly so long and dramatic. emily's hood is covering half her face, but brown eyes were just flicking around in confusion. emily spent the beginning portion of this templar vs. brotherhood war trying to fix things, but she had to spend the few last weeks just protecting herself. emily doesn't move from the beginning of a stance readying herself to fight. but ... she does clear her throat. A NOD OF HER HEAD.

" — i would love to explain my side of the story. "

Everything she had found about the chaos in the London brotherhood didn't add up. It was too convenient, to suddenly find traitors in their midst. She wanted to get down to the truth, the real truth, and not want the brotherhood to seem to believe it was. Evie didn't take down her guard, but she did want to talk with Emily. She needed to know everything, every angle, every view.

θ::|| @torntruth | diana

θ::|| @torntruth | saga anderson

Oh, she knows she sticks out like a sore thumb. Even dressed in the traditional garb of a Pacific North Westerner, plaid flannel, a well-worn pair of jeans tucked into some sturdy boots, a warm beanie with her braid spilling out from under it. If only she wasn't standing a head and a half over most of the other women in the small town and speaking with a thick accent that many of the locals were unable to identify. The woman who addressed her now seemed much more forthcoming with the mysterious stranger than other folks had been. Then again, something about this small town had seemed strange to her, and it's not because she could sense an artifact lying deeper in the woods just outside the town limits.

μ::|| meme: 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @torntruth | kristen

It should have been obvious that they wouldn't have made it through the night without continuing the quick fling in the hotel room in some capacity. By miracle, they made it through appetizers, but the glances they were throwing each other's way had spoken volumes. They weren't done with each other. The wine didn't help, and by the time the main courses arrived and Kassandra was enjoying her rack of lamb, she felt it, slow and light at first. A hand along her thigh, grazing along the fine fabric of her suit pants.

Golden eyes glance up to see the hint of green underneath those glasses of hers. A knowing look, the kind that says I know what you're doing. But not one that is protesting any of it.