#withknives

two. striptease

It starts with a celebratory bottle of Tyvian Red that Outsider brings out from the back of the kitchen cabinet, bought when he had put a years’ worth of rent down on the apartment.

★ During your time with your muse, what has been your favourite thread?

Gosh, I have so many favorites… Anything with with-knives, normandyxo, cothurnas, and morallyxambiguous. All my main babes.

● Admit to three guilty pleasures and/or embarrassing facts about yourself

I enjoy guro way too much and feel very guilty about it.

Think about Dishonored characters getting wrecked. A lot.

And I honestly use RP as an emotional crutch oops. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

♥ Recommend one book, one movie and one song

★ : during your time with your muse, what has been your favourite thread?

daud cutting off corvo’s hand by far. runner up would be miranda n corvo meeting /u\ special mention to cxsurus & literalwordvomit for being actual cuties and amazing fun to write with too

♥ : recommend one book, one movie and one song.

warrior cat series (or white fang. fuckin love white fang i love wolves), either lawless or snowpiercer, & every alt-j song ever sorry i dont make the rules

♔ : out of all the ships that you have/have had with your muse, which one was the most unexpected?

…for my character’s reaction to your character running their fingers through my character’s hair.

               He really isn't fond of Daud. 

               There is little to find fond in the (former,                possibly current, as Corvo does not care                what methods Daud employs to keep the                little Empress safe) assassin, but Corvo                doesn't try either way. Daud is Daud and                Corvo cannot stand the presence of him,                riveted so on echoes brought about by the                past.

               However, he is fond enough of Daud's habits                that are no doubt meant to irk him further, and                as much as he dislikes Daud, he doesn't quite                mind the touch of the other man's fingers in his                hair, ruffling the long strands.

               And if Daud tugs --

Outsider checks his phone for the third time, the time of 2:27PM staring back at him is harsh white digital lettering before he puts his phone back down on his thigh. He had arrived a little early just to be safe, but now that he’s here it feels more appealing to stare at the steering wheel and think of all the reasons he should drive off.

There are many, mostly the simple fact that he has arranged to go on a date with someone whose tried to kill him at least once, the other two times seeming more for show than intimidation in his mind. Anyone in their right mind would have moved or at least gotten better locks on their doors, neither of which he has done.

He looks at his phone again. 2:28PM. How long has he been sitting in this car, ten minutes? Outsider runs his tongue across the front of his teeth, looks out the window to the idyllic park across the street where he’ll be meeting his date. It’s a good place for a first date, he hopes, wonders if Daud will pick up that he picked a public place for a purpose. He wants to see how the assassin does when he isn’t breaking into Outsider’s home.

Another time check. 2:30PM. Time to get out.

He walks across the street instead of putting the car into gear and leaving, tries not to dwell on all the ways he does not know how to go on a first date (what does he say, where does he put his hands, is he meant to have brought a gift) and concentrates on maneuvering around the band of children running past him with a tired looking woman, their mother he presumes, trailing behind them.

☺ my muse’s favourite habit of yours

Being a trash baby. He quite likes Daud's devotion to him even if his favor with the black eyed god has waned considerably. Granny Rags is still a devout follower (sharp as a knife despite her blind eyes and somewhat addled mind) but she is given to romantic inclinations that the Outsider does not reutn. Daud is strictly a worshiper no mater how much he might refer to the Outsider as a black eyed bastard, the simple strength of his worship warms the black hole that is the Outsider's heart.