#lime lemon we still tagging like this lol
Show Me Your Scars
“Not the only one who’s been through it on this rock.”
Ignoring him, Troy pointedly ran his flesh palm up over Zane’s collarbone, pausing and tensing his hand on the older man’s throat.
He watched as goosebumps pricked over pale skin, and Troy felt the working of muscle and tendons under his touch as the older man swallowed.
Amused, Troy shifted his grip, extending his thumb to brush a shallow line marring Zane’s jaw.
“Cut yourself shaving?”
Troy let out a growl as the sass earned him the threatening bite of dull nails cutting into his hips.
“Dodged when I should'a ducked in a bar fight, smartass.”
There would be bruises tomorrow, Troy thought, pulse quickening, picturing the purple gradient of marks that would accent his tattoos.
A Cry For Help No One Answers
The Void was the beginning, and the end, of all things.
Daud knew this better than anyone.
The Outsider, that Black-Eyed Bastard, had started him on the path to becoming Dunwall’s most infamous assassin. And it was that gift, that mark, that would similarly determine his end.
All the penance in the world wouldn’t keep him from his fate, an eternity on a butcher’s block in this timeless, endless place.
As such, Daud was not surprised when one of the whales, the Deep Watchers, floated overhead when he opened his eyes. It was not his first time in The Void, nor would it be the last.
The only question was whether this was another dream, or if The Outsider had pulled him in for more hushed revelations and cryptic rambling.
The pull of that strange gravity, that energy which clawed impatiently at his very soul, led Daud to believe it was indeed the Black-Eyed Bastard in one of his moods.
Blinking across crumbling platforms under unseeing eyes of the Leviathans, Daud made his way toward that familiar force, the mark on the back of his hand burning brightly.
Prepared for thinly veiled jabs and the usual foretelling of his demise, Daud was unprepared for what he actually encountered.
His balance was perfect after landing the Blink that brought him to the platform. Another floating ledge, raised like an altar surrounded by broken shards, shimmering in the dull, cold light that permeated this dismal place.
But he was disoriented upon seeing he was not alone, and that it was not The Outsider waiting for him.
A Cry For Help No One Answers
The Void was the beginning, and the end, of all things.
Daud knew this better than anyone.
The Outsider, that Black-Eyed Bastard, had started him on the path to becoming Dunwall’s most infamous assassin. And it was that gift, that mark, that would similarly determine his end.
All the penance in the world wouldn’t keep him from his fate, an eternity on a butcher’s block in this timeless, endless place.
As such, Daud was not surprised when one of the whales, the Deep Watchers, floated overhead when he opened his eyes. It was not his first time in The Void, nor would it be the last.
The only question was whether this was another dream, or if The Outsider had pulled him in for more hushed revelations and cryptic rambling.
The pull of that strange gravity, that energy which clawed impatiently at his very soul, led Daud to believe it was indeed the Black-Eyed Bastard in one of his moods.
Blinking across crumbling platforms under unseeing eyes of the Leviathans, Daud made his way toward that familiar force, the mark on the back of his hand burning brightly.
Prepared for thinly veiled jabs and the usual foretelling of his demise, Daud was unprepared for what he actually encountered.
His balance was perfect after landing the Blink that brought him to the platform. Another floating ledge, raised like an altar surrounded by broken shards, shimmering in the dull, cold light that permeated this dismal place.
But he was disoriented upon seeing he was not alone, and that it was not The Outsider waiting for him.
