#villciny

|| ° ✧ @villciny has requested an audience with Maria

A wince and a grimace were all she gave to him…her pain was immense, but she would overcome said pain allowing inner peace as she had done so many times before when she heard his pain...or was it regret…in his voice. “You have always placed protection above all else…to protect the ones that could not protect themselves,” she paused. As assassins they worked in silence and in the shadows dancing amongst the rays of light to allow mankind to have the freewill that the creator gave to them.

“Do not believe or doubt that you have changed your path with vengeance and not protection,” she offered to him.  Maria knew he would allow these thoughts to eat at his soul, doubting his inner core and his heart. 

…she would be damned if she allowed that…

“We cannot dwell on missions that we have done…we have protected so many and caused people’s minds to see the truth,” she softly spoke moving closer to him, ignoring her pain. “Do not allow guilt to overwhelm you, my love.”  The last words were ones that were rarely spoken but they were words he needed to hear…just for a moment.  

“The ones that did this to me, you punished…not out of vengeance but as I said before protection.” She explained to him, “Maybe something we do is vengeance, I will not deny that, but I often wonder if we compartmentalize what we do but if I believe it is vengeance than why would I do this?  Others need us…they are too weak…too afraid…what we do is right.” 

This had been his idea after her incident with the guard. A bit of self-defence nothing serious but enough that she could get some excess energy out. Except she did not seem to care for any of it. She makes half-assed attempts to do what he says but nothing sticks. She has other things she could be doing right now. Her dragon desperately needs a ride or she could spend time gossiping with her ladies. Really anything sounds better than this stupid training he has insisted upon.

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child. [accepting]

Name: Nagi (蛇儀) – “Serpent Ceremony”; inspired by ritualistic respect for serpentine spirits.

Gender: she/her/they/them

General Appearance: tanned skin with a sharp jaw, angled nose, short cropped curly hair and blue eyes. Generally skinny and agile, but with intense hidden muscular strength.

Personality: analytical and intelligent, but with a very friendly and kind outward demeanor. Shows only true excitement and energy when in battle or helping raise animals.

Special Talents: a skilled fighter, battle tactician and caretaker of all beasts great and small. Nagi is happiest when sparring their sisters or father, or when riding the palace horses out in the woods.

Who they like better: it's pretty even!

Who they take after more: Oberyn lol

Personal Head canon: While Nagi would be the youngest of the Sand Snakes, she's the only one of them that seems to hold magical powers. Her (half) sisters like to joke that she should have been named after a dragon, as she reminded them of the mythical beasts with her strength. also it seems like genetically Oberyn is more inclined to sire girls, and Robin's bloodline traditionally had many daughters lmao

Face Claim: Kabru (Dunmeshi) ft. this cosplay!

 ❛  — s'good, huuh? ❛ pure light and a radiation of warmth so fucking intense that it hurts to look away. blood rushing, human skin, a heart strong enough to hear from across the table; rodrick page can't help himself. he's staring, has been staring. why oh why - why did pretty boy make it look so good? a sauce so red that small blots of it look like blood on his collar. spatters of a tomato sauce he could taste at one point - no more.  ❛  mildred made that. got a deep freeze full'a em if y'wanted to take some home. ❛

Shennen is pacing back and forth nervously. It had taken a lot for her to even get it out the first time. Talking herself down multiple times letting a barrage of negative thoughts stop her. It was silly. It would never work. He did not want to help her she was the enemy. Not really she had done none of it but she shared his name she was of his house. She had to try so she had worked up the courage only for it all to come out as one run on sentence.

A rapid explanation she had barely been able to get out. So here he was telling her to slow down to be assertive to just say what she was thinking. She looks at him, "You say that as if it is easy. As if anyone can just say what they wish just like that!" She sits down realizing how tense she is once she does. She lets her jaw relax and her hands unclench. Her body is relaxed but her mind is still racing.

It had taken about 10 tries before Mariella had finally found an empty room. The Red Keep was full to the brim which made sense with Joffrey getting married soon. Everyone else was chattering with excitement ready to meet new people maybe make their own matches. Truthfully though all Mariella wanted was somewhere quiet to decompress and of course pray.

So finding the room unoccupied was a relief she goes out to the little balcony and takes out the tiny book of religious texts she keeps with her. Just a bit of reading and maybe a prayer then she will be able to brave the crowds again. She even lets herself take off her hair covering and just breathes. She is grateful she had found an empty room though she is not sure why a perfectly good bedroom was unoccupied. She pushes thought aside and tries to read hoping some passage she finds will calm her mind enough to deal with everyone again.

@villciny || 026, a bar just after closing with Jethro and Dullahan

The Lonely Souls was closed. One still remained inside the building but she was allowed to stay with money and persuasion. Surrounded by darkness but the headlights of the bar area shining down on her like a movie scene and old jazz songs playing at low volume while she swirled the glass of her whiskey.

Trish Odile tossed her head back to finish off the contents in her glass and smacked her lips. The felt tip marker was balanced between her finger and the mahogany surface right next to an old photo she had on her, defacing faces of people in labcoats and circling over and over again on a few people left. The woman sitting down in the photo left unharmed and that was what the hitman was left thinking what to do for her.