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midniightspecial​:

she is painfully aware of his eyes upon her , their slow journey over a body dressed in a way she’s not certain he’s seen her before . she has been in this court for longer than he has , has dressed in the finest of gowns and felt herself lost within them , invisible , and useless . but he is looking at her now in a way which makes her stomach leap , makes her avert the gaze she has always felt so comfortable sharing with viggo . “ much work to be done . never ending in fact , i cannot remember the last time i slept properly . ” rolling her eyes , she sips on her wine , gestures to a nearby cupbearer for another . she will need to be somewhat loosened up if she is to get through this night . 

when viggo leans in close , the spy master swallows , her gaze once more raising to meet his . how many she has seen her old friend flirting with but has not much felt the warm ray of his attention , not felt her cheeks flush with the proximity –– she blames it on the wine . “ you’re an arse , ” she mumbles , head shaking . secretly , she is pleased with herself , pleased to notice his eyes upon her dress , draped in black the colour of night , of the shadows she belongs to . with a sigh , danya nods , places her hand into his . “ only if you promise to get absolutely blind drunk with me tonight . i’m entirely fed up of being so well behaved recently . ”

~

          He looked at her a little worried for a moment. She was always working, always being the eyes and ears of the King. “You have other people working for you, right? Make them work and you take some time off for a change, alright?” he brushed the back of his fingers against her arm, his worried expression still present, but it faded soon after. Viggo hated himself for having such a hard time focusing on anything else, but her. He watched Danya as she finished her drink, his eyes taking her in. Fuck. He looked away.

          A small laugh left his lips. “That is a complete lie,” he shook his head pretending to be hurt, his usual teasing smirk still present. His eyes went over her features before he leaned back. All this time he knew very well she was a woman, but somehow it never really hit him. Until now. She was stunning. “Oh, that I can promise!” he grinned as he held her hand and led her to the dance floor. “You have come to the right person. I am the king of bad behavior and poor decisions, always have been, always will, even if I hide it well,” he laughed and pulled Danya close for a dance. Maybe even a little bit too close, which he didn’t plan on correcting. “You know, I was a huge troublemaker in the Academy. And a snobbish, self-centered jerk. Not the proudest time of my life, honestly.” There was a small sigh. “So, you’re correct calling me an arse,” he mused with a nod. “But you do look amazing, there’s no lie in that,” he whispered in her ear and, not letting her respond, took a step back and guided her into a twirl before pulling her in, catching her in his arms.

#midniightspecial #|| ft. danya #|| convo

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midniightspecial​:

the air around viggo , as always , is so full of him , and danya grins when she sees him approaching , a smile bright as the sun directed firmly at her . glancing down at the slip of a gown she’s pulled herself into , she can’t help but wince , certain that her old friend will tease her for the shadowy silks , so used to seeing her in her usual cloak and dagger attire that she looks entirely foreign in such finery . “ my lord , ” a roll of her eyes , danya bends her head in a mock bow , fingers running gently over the stem of her goblet . 

“ what do you think ? business as usual . spies don’t get a night off . ” a scoff , pressing her wine cup to her lips , danya watches him over its rim , candlelight flickering in her eyes’ reflection . as viggo’s eyes trail over her , she awaits his teasing , her fingers self consciously smoothing over her skirts though his words , they surprise her . cheeks heating , the spy master shakes her head . “ don’t tease , viggo . it’s a wedding , i had to dress up . ”

          A small laugh left his lips seeing the eyeroll she gave him. Even though she was dressed in a fine gown that accented everything perfectly, this was the Danya he knew so well - not big on the overly polite and almost theatric pleasantries lords and ladies did, feeling much better in trousers than dresses, and always having at least a dagger on her wherever she went. Although, now that he thought about it more, he was sure she had one on her even dressed in this gown, that hugged her in all the right places.

          “My mistake. I should have expected the answer,” Viggo replied with a smile. For some reason he couldn’t quite look away from her. Was it the dress, which he wasn’t used to, or the way she wore her hair for the night, she was having all his attention. His eyes followed her movements, her hand that went over the fabric of her dress over her own thigh. It was a dangerous territory, and he looked back up at her. “I’m not teasing,” he replied, but his smile quickly turned into his usual smirk as he leaned in a little, “but only this time, don’t get used to it.”

          As they were talking, one song ended and the musicians started a new one. Viggo held out his hand in front of Danya. “May I ask you to a dance? It is a wedding after all,” he smiled at her, patiently waiting her response. 

#midniightspecial #|| ft. danya #|| convo

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𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘: closed ; @midniightspecial​ (( danya )) 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊: the wedding reception

        It was no surprise Viggo was invited to the wedding, he had fought side by side with Aidan during their time in the army and they even once almost formed a band while drinking at a tavern, thinking they’d be much better singers than the bard who was performing there at that evening. Even though the idea wasn’t half as bad and their voices put together sounded good, that idea faded along with their buzz as they slept it off. But seeing Danya there surprised him a little. Although it shouldn’t, knowing that she was master of the spies. Of course the King would want to keep tabs on everyone.

          He approached her with a smile on his face, happy to see her. “My lady,” Viggo bowed for her with exaggeration, trying to imitate a proper lord. It ended up looking quite theatric, which was what he was going for. “So you are here for work or pleasure?” he asked nonchalantly before taking a good look at her. he just couldn’t help it. She cleaned up well. “You look quite beautiful tonight,” he added in a little lower tone, genuine smile curving his lips and no sign of his usual teasing. Not this time at least.

#midniightspecial #|| ft. danya #|| convo #(( wow i said SHORT starters will be made )) #(( HA! ))

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          The King had made another comment, another wish that frustrated Viggo, so after the weekly meeting he went for a walk to clear his mind and get his head straight. Unbeknownst he had wandered into the garden, where he accidentally walked on a lady performing magic. At first he didn’t think much of it, but he did take a double look seeing just what kind of magic it was. There were thorns coming out of her fingertips and that was something he had seen before, but done by another lady.

          “My apologies, my lady, it wasn’t my intention, but looks like I did,“ he replied offering her an apologetic smile as he walked a little closer. “Those are very distinctive powers. I see they have returned to the rightful owner.“

Open starter!

Location: Iarna Keep, in the courtyard after the vrajiit powers return

She was glad that her powers had returned, not having them made her really upset.

Luisa briefly let her thorns come from her fingers, it was as if she were stretching her legs except she was instead stretching her powers after having not used them in so long.

She heard a twig snap behind her and she immediately turned around, gazing at the person.

"Hello. Were you spying on me?" She asked with a smirk.

#thcrnedluisa #|| ft. luisa #|| convo

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          He didn’t expect a visit from Claudia, especially not sneaking up on him so quietly, but for a long time already it didn’t surprise him. It was something she liked to do when he was alone in his own quarters. There were goosebumps from the cold lips of hers, but his lips curved in a smile as he turned his head towards her. “Claudia, my sweetest sin,” he replied just as quietly, not daring to turn around, not just yet. He loved her lips on his skin. “Oh, wouldn’t you like to know,” Viggo replied with a playful smirk. Of course she was interested, always wanting to hear the latest information. “Oh, nothing much. No interesting missions unfortunately. Everyone is too stressed about powers switching bodies and king disappearing.” He lifted his hand to slide his finger in her hair and to pull her head a little closer so he could pull her into a kiss.

she   approaches   him   from   behind   with   supernatural   stealth.   swift   &   as   easy   as   a   gust   of   wind.   lips   make   contact   with   the   skin   beneath   his   ear   pressing   gentle   kisses   to   war   painted   skin.    

scars   are   prevalent   and   noticed   as   lips   descend   downward   to   the   hook   of   skin   between   his   neck   and   shoulder.   “   viggo,   ”   a   quiet   murmur   as   she   lifts   her   lips,   arms   winding   around   his   waist   as   she   rests   her   chin   on   his   shoulder   in   thought.   “   and   what   adventures   has   my   general   pursued   in   my   absence,   hm?   any   news   from   the   front   lines?   ”   peaking   over   at   him   mischievously,   a   smirk   is   to   be   found.   she’s   as   thirsty   for   blood   as   she   is   information.   *  @warriorhcart​

#antilullaby #|| convo #|| ft. claudia

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Daphne

          “Don’t get me started on her,” he smirked. “A fine young lady, very fine. She is that special kind of beautiful, where she doesn’t even have to try, she just is. But as much as I enjoyed having her in my arms and tasting her sweet lips, she is too good for me. She’s just... so pure. I never saw anything more than some fun, passion filled evenings, I would just taint her and she wouldn’t be happy if we tried something more.”

#|| answered #anonymous #|| ft. daphne #(( i'm sorry he's so harsh! ;( ))

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danya

          “Honestly, she’s a pain in the ass, isn’t she?“ he joked with a hearty laugh. “Actually no, she isn’t. Well, not always anyway. But in all honesty... I hate it that you make me sound so disgustingly sappy, but she is one of the closest people I have. There’s a saying blood is thicker than water, but not in this case. She is as close to me as my actual family, maybe even more. I trust her with my life and I would do anything for her. Also, hurt her in any way, and you will die slowly and painfully. Got it?”

#|| answered #anonymous #|| ft. danya

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𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘: closed ; @antilullaby​ (( daphne )) 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊: castle halls

          There was a lot on his mind, with everything that had happened lately it was plagued with a constant worry of the future. All vrajiit powers came back to their rightful owners, but it was not because they fixed it. It just did. Someone was toying with the people of this kingdom, the King seemed to have gone off rails and this was becoming a much bigger mess each day.

          Absentmindedly Viggo walked the halls of the castle, he needed to get somewhere, but he caught himself not knowing exactly where he needed to be. That’s when he lifted his gaze and caught the sight of one particularly beautiful lady. One he used to know very well. His lips curved in a smile as he approached one of the Ghitas. “Lady Daphne,” he dipped his head in a greeting. He knew they were in the castle, but he was too busy with his work that he never actually had the pleasure of meeting them. “I’m happy to see you. If I may, you look even more beautiful than I remember,” he said and his smile grew wider.

#antilullaby #|| ft. daphne #|| convo #(( i am sorry this sucks!! ))

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[ CUP ]:           bringing both hands up to cup the receiver’s face, the sender draws them in closer to them in order to get a better look at their face. ( danya n viggo !! )

          “I am fine, trust me,“ he replied dismissively as he saw her walking towards him, he could clearly see worry in her features. “The blood isn’t even mine. Not the most of it at least.” He didn’t want to worry her, but the way he looked didn’t help his case. There was dried blood running down his temple, but starting somewhere in his hair, his lip was cut and there might be a bruise near his eye the next day, but it was nothing. Viggo expected Danya to smack the back of his head, but she did no such thing. Instead she brought both hands up to cup his face, making his breath hitch in his throat. He looked down at her silently, watching her, taking in Danya’s features. How could he never noticed just how deep her dark brown eyes could be? He took a small step closer, his gaze never leaving hers. Normally he would playfully tease her or throw a dirty remark, but he couldn’t. Not this time. He was tongue tied. All he could do was look at her silently and hope he had enough strength not to glance down at her lips.

— @midniightspecial

#midniightspecial #|| answered #|| ft. danya #tw blood #(( i am sorry for his actions ))

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❛ Your life is either defined by the system, or by the way you defy the system. ❜ //viggo and oz

          "How did you suddenly got so wise?" Viggo asked clearly teasing the other. A moment later his smile faded and he sighed. "I hate to say this, but you're right. Especially doing what I do for living. Honestly, this fucking King..." There was a hint of anger in his eyes, but he hid it quickly. "He decided it was better to run around using his new powers instead of being there for the Kingdom, his people. And if even just a squeak comes out of you not supporting the King's decision, your head might roll. Or at least there's an impression it would be like that."

#ecliipsxd #|| ft. osfrith #|| answered

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midniightspecial​:

she feels that she is lost without her powers , but she is no less busy . the silents pads of her feet , the nimble brush of her fingers are not accredited to being vrajiit , and she thanks the gods above , for who is she if not the spy master of this kingdom ? however , she is distracted , she is weary . danya needs a friend and so she makes her way toward the training grounds , soon to be directed towards the healer’s tent .

she smiles as she steps within , approaching viggo where she reaches to take the medicine and bandages he needs , eyes rolling . “ don’t flatter yourself , ” she responds , her head shaking . “ do you need a hand with that ? ”

          Viggo was always happy to see a familiar face, especially in these trying times. It was not easy to deal with all the shit that was happening in the kingdom. People wanted answers that he didn’t have. So, seeing Danya was a relief.

          It wasn’t his intention to be full of himself, but it didn’t hurt to act like he was, seeing her lips curve in a smile made his own do the same. “Well, I wouldn’t blame you if you did. Who wouldn’t want to look at this fine body, huh? Although...” he looked down and at his wound. “Although right now I’m nothing but a chopped up piece of meat,” Viggo shrugged. At her question he lifted his eyes. “That would be great, thank you,” he nodded and carefully took off his armor, then his shirt revealing her his bare torso with a bleeding gash on his side. “I know you hate me sometimes, but please be gentle,” he smirked just a little bit.

#midniightspecial #|| convo #|| ft. danya

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prnced​:

‘  that’s  very  kind  of  you  to  offer  ,  viggo  .  ’  kindness  shined  through  in  times  of  troubles  ,  where  others  selfishly  would  retreat  to  give  themselves  more  comfort  ,  others  shared  what  little  the  have  .  admittedly  nalini  was  the  former  ,  for  her  family  and  her  wenchika  she’d  have  no  trouble  being  seen  the  villain  .  ‘  would  you  kindly  keep  an  eye  on  my  children  ….  they’ve  been  through  so  much  ,  as  you  might  know  .  ’  voice  dropped  ,  eyes  casted  downwards  ,  the  shame  of  it  all  ,  yet  nalini  knew  it  wasn’t  their  fault  .  yet  there  was  no  helping  the  seething  anger  that  seeped  through  her  lips  ,  painted  her  words  as  she  delivered  them  to  her  children  .

for  shame  .

‘  if  …  if  you  should  hear  more  ,  could  you  tell  me  about  it  ?  it’s  just  all so  strange  ,  is  it  the  power  of  another  vrajiit  ?  but  there’s  no  individual  strong  enough  to  affect  the  whole  castle  ,  i  refuse  to  believe  it  .  ’  eyes  closed  in  dismal  ,  perfectly  shaped  eyebrows  furrowed  ever  so  gently  .  ‘  and  if  it  really  is  ,  then  only  adi  can  save  us  all  .  ’  the  thought  of  someone  possessing  that  much  power  …  a  power  that  loomed  over  them  even  as  the  night  passed  ,  affecting  every  single  person  in  the  keep  .  the  mere  thought  of  it  terrified  her  .

          “Of course. I will send my best guards,” he assured her, placed his hand on her arm and gently squeezed it. Ever since they came to the capital city, nothing went their way. The Ghita family had gone through a lot, nothing went their way. He could only imagine the stress Nalini was going through.

          At her next words he let his hand fall by his side. He lowered his eyes for a moment before looking back up. “Unfortunately it’s not just the castle. We believe it goes way beyond the borders of the castle. We’ve been getting messages from people around Trasnavda about their powers missing.” It was hard to grasp, nobody expected this to be so big and have such a huge reach. Before that it was most likely a vrajiit with insane abilities, but this... This was different. “I can’t really discuss details, but I will let you know if there’s any development that would solve this case.” He wished to help her, ease her mind somehow, but his hands were tied. Besides, Viggo himself didn’t even know what was going on. “I’m very sorry I can’t give you more information. I really wish I could, trust me.”

#prnced #|| convo #|| ft. nalini

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          This was a stressful time for everyone. Vrajiits losing their powers, innocent bystanders getting their powers, the King going on a power trip and leaving his people to do gods know what. Right when his people needed him the most, he left. Viggo wasn’t happy about it, but he couldn’t say a thing, otherwise he was about to lose a job. In the worst case scenario - his head.

          Lost in his own thoughts he walked through the castle, he was so distracted, he forgot where he was supposed to go, that’s when he heard rustling and out of nowhere he got smacked in the face. “What the...” he stepped back and tried to whisk the plant away. He was ready to angrily ask what this nonsense was about, but he saw the sheer horror on the lady’s face and that she didn’t lie when she said she couldn’t control it, so he just sighed. “Don’t worry, no harm done,” he replied and offered her an understanding smile. “I didn’t mean to scare you, my lady. I’ll try to walk louder next time,” he said, his smile turning into a small, playful smirk.

@warriorhcart​ 

Zareen’s nerves were fully taking over her emotions as she tried to hide away from anyone who was nearby. That was until she heard footsteps and in her panic, she turned around as a plant nearby grew and hit the person in the face. “Oh gods!” she gasped at what she had just caused. “I am so sorry, I…I cannot control it. Are you alright?” All of this was hell for her, she hated not being in total control of herself and now this. “Please accept my apologies,” she added with a worried look on her face.

#offortis #|| convo #|| ft. zareen

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𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘: closed ; @midniightspecial​ (( danya ))​ 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊: medical tent near training grounds 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓: some days after the swap

          Even though all vrajiits were left without powers, including his men, life didn’t stop. He still was still in charge of his men, they still needed to keep themselves sharp, ready to fight whenever needed.

          Physically Viggo was on the training grounds practicing his sword fighting, but his mind was somewhere else. He lost focus and quickly he felt a sharp pain in his side. “Fuck,” he grunted and looked down at the now bleeding wound. “I’m so sorry, Sir! I didn’t mean to!” the young man was apologizing profusely, but Viggo waved it off. “Don’t apologize. You did good. I’m going to take a bit of a break,” he said and turned around to go to a healer’s tent, which was unfortunately empty. But it did have some medicine, bandages and clean water. Perhaps there was a needle and a thread. It wouldn’t be the first time Viggo would have to patch himself up. He was about to take his old leather armor and his shirt off when with the corner of his eye he noticed Danya coming in. “Hmm. Came to see me half naked?” he asked with a teasing tone, trying to take the armor off and wincing in pain.

#midniightspecial #|| convo #|| ft. danya #tw blood

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          He kept quiet during the woman’s outburst, which he completely understood. It wouldn’t be what he would have done, but nevertheless he was just as shocked and enraged as she was, since Viggo too was left without any powers.

          “I’m afraid not, even though I also wish it was a joke and everything would be back just the way it was before.” She was right, somehow since the wedding it felt like nothing went right and it left him worried, stressed and always looking over his shoulder. Viggo took a step closer. “I wish I could fix this, but... For now we; re still trying to figure out what caused this,” his voice was now softer. “I can offer you extra guards, so you and your family would feel safer.”

open  starter   /    event  iii .   the magic which rules the land  .

‘  is  this  some  sort  of  a  sick  joke ?  ’  a  loud  bang  echoed  through  the  room ,  seeped  below  the  cracks  of  doors  and  into  the  hallways  ,  overflowing   like  the  crashing  waves  of  the  ocean  and  still it  did  not  fully  represent  her  anger  .  seething  and  blooming  and  overtaking  its  ceramic  vessel  .

‘  it  had  seemed  that  nothing  good  had  happened  since  the  wedding  —  like  a  bad  omen  ,  i’m   afraid  to  say  .  ’  teeth  sinking  into  her  bottom  lip  ,  stopping  the  quiver  she  had  felt  coming  .  nalini  ghita  was  known  as  a  woman  of  composure  ,  and  she’d  like  to  remain  seen  that  way  ,  even  if  she  had  felt  terribly  POWERLESS  that  day  .

the  world  ….  suddenly  fell  into  a  dreadful  silence  .

#prnced #|| convo #|| ft. nalini

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— eddie brock / “venom”

No-frills and dedicated to justice. Eddie’s got a bit of a punk rock vibe to him. All he needs to be happy is a cool motorcycle and a strong woman to join him on it. Yet for as casual and laidback as he can seem, Eddie is also dedicated to standing up for the oppressed and taking down corruption.

— john mcclane / “die hard”

Tough, stubborn, and outwardly cocky. To Hans and his crew – and bad guys in general – John McClane is one of the most formidable and irritating enemies in the world. Even when the odds are stacked impossibly against him, he can't help making jibes at his foes. John is especially dangerous due to his willingness to take huge risks when necessary.

— indiana jones / “indiana jones”

Brave, quick-witted, and stubborn. Indiana is an ideal adventurer. He has a cynical exterior, but if you dig deeper you’ll discover a man who is driven by romantic ideals. He’s made his fair share of mistakes, but is tough enough to have survived and learned from them, all while hardening him.

#warborn.task #|| musings

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mightyecho​:

dark eyes caught the ghost of a smile crossing viggo’s face and her own mouth pulled ever so slightly. she wasn’t ignorant to how it stopped just shy of the lines around his eyes, shadows clinging to the soft skin under his eyes, speaking volumes to the exhaustion weighing on those broad shoulders. “then consider me completely pooped,” she said, amusement vibrating in her warm voice but it was a fleeting amusement, quickly overtaken by the crinkle of concern between her eyes, “how far past ‘completely pooped’ are you? it looks like you left that behind a long time ago— you look tired, viggo.” ( aren’t we all though? )

she’d expected this answer and there’s nothing but quiet acceptance of that on her face. “if there were a vrajiit that powerful in the army, we would’ve known about it—  told ghost stories around cook-fires, whisper rumors about them to new recruits. you and i both know those sorts of secrets don’t stay secret in the army.” her eyes lifted to his face, head shaking to banish his words, “i wish you did too, but there’s nothing to gain in lamenting what answers we don’t have.” she reached to lay her hand against viggo’s cheek, “besides, if i know you it won’t be long before you find better answers. i only wish that you would be careful in your search for them.” 

          Of course he wasn’t glad to hear she was beyond exhausted, but their way of saying it did make him smile a bit. “Oh yes, that ship has already sailed and it’s not coming back,” Viggo replied with the same small smile and a shake of his head. He had already forgotten how a good night’s sleep felt, more often than not he was with his men and fellow leaders, looking for anything that would lead to finding out the attacker’s identity. A good rest was much needed, but he couldn’t afford it. Or more like he didn’t dare to have it, he felt bad doing nothing while others were working so hard.

          He listened to her words carefully, she was his friend, he trusted her and her judgement. And, besides, two heads were better than one, maybe she could give a new idea. “You are right, we would have definitely heard something. I’m starting to think maybe they had someone helping them, someone who could make people forget... Because at this point it feels like we’re chasing a ghost.” A sigh followed his words. Viggo was slowly starting to lose hope finding anything, but he was ready to dig as deep as he possibly could.

          Her hand cupped his cheek, it brought comfort and a little bit of peace. Viggo usually didn’t let people see the soft side of him so easy (and he had a reputation to uphold), but with Seph he learned it was useless to fight against it - if she wished to be soft to him, he had to embrace it. “You always find something encouraging to say,” he finally smiled, truly smiled, and put his hand over Seph’s. A moment later he gently took it off his cheek and captured between his own two hands. “You know me, I will do whatever it takes to find them. But I do promise to at least try t be careful, so you don’t have to worry about me.”

#mightyecho #|| ft. sephrenia #|| convo