#Λ::|| the keeper | kassandra

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one battlefield is very like another. / from diana

μ::|| meme: the passion (1987) | NOT accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @torntruth

Kassandra is quiet for a long moment. It never changed did it? The weaponry did, and mankind found newer and more spectacular ways to obliterate each other, each more gruesome or technologically advanced than the other. But the principle never changed. You kill the guys on the other side. War was simple in that regard, but so complex in so many others.

"The first battlefield I ever stepped foot on, I had only a falcata and a broken spear. No shield. I fought alongside the Spartans in Megaris. We won. But so many laid dead on the field, the precipice above overlooking what was now a mass grave." She quiets for a second. "You never forget your first battlefield, do you?"

#λ::|| the keeper | kassandra #τ::|| diana of themiscyra #τ::|| modern era #λ::|| new york usa | 2010s ce #torntruth #μ::|| there's another goat? | memes

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no one forgets the truth, they just get better at lying. / from diana

θ::|| @torntruth | diana of themiscyra 

The Keeper regarded the woman who was somehow even older than she. Not a goddess, no, but something more akin to what she is, perhaps. But regardless, the woman holds a knowledge that few others do, ancient knowledge of a world that no longer exists. A knowledge they both share. She doesn't agree with her assessment, however. Not entirely. "Some things can easily be forgotten, even the truth."

Folding her arms over her chest, she looks out at the city before her. "The truth can sometimes be obscured by even our own minds. Not a lie we get better at but our mind protecting us from the horror some truths bring."

#τ::|| tbd #λ::|| the keeper | kassandra #τ::|| diana of themiscyra #λ::|| tbd #torntruth

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❛ sparring . for sparring to turn into sex . / from evie, or one of the heaviest makeout sessions in existence, at least. actually tbh, this is probably like the one thing that can actually turn her on.

μ::|| meme: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 . | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @torntruth | evie

The first time Evie had asked Kassandra to spar with her, the misthios couldn't turn the offer down. She'd seen her fight in the illegal fight clubs, despite her deceptively smaller frame, the woman could pack a punch. That jacket hid all kinds of secrets. Kassandra rather enjoys getting to learn all the little mysteries about Evie, probably just as much as Evie loves unraveling the enigma that Kassandra is.

Kassandra knew what she was getting into when she told Evie not to worry about holding back. That first punch has her jaw throbbing with heated pain. And yet she can't help the smile that wears across her features. The woman hits like a hammer and moves with a graceful swiftness. Quick on her feet. It feels like the Pankration all over again, only with more clothes and a much more attractive opponent. Careful, that kind of thinking is distracting. Kassandra dodges the next swing, catching an arm across the British woman's ribs. Evie isn't the only one in this ring who knows how to dance.

Back and forth they went, Kassandra couldn't even keep track of how long they had been at it. Every time she thought Evie would want a break, she'd dive right back in, a ferocity she recognized in herself when she was younger. Evie would have to tire eventually, though and Kassandra sweeps her leg to take her down, following her to the ground and pinning her. A smirk crosses her features as she wipes a small smear of blood from her chin. Evie's chest heaves with heavy breaths as Kassandra eyes her, golden hues lost in her ocean blue eyes. "Do you yield?" The Keeper asks, pinning one of Evie's hands above her head.

"Never."

She hardly has time to register what happens next. Evie's free hand pulls the misthios' head down toward her, catching her mouth in a passionate kiss. Kassandra shifts her weight, moving one leg to the other side of Evie so she is now straddling her as the other woman lies beneath her. The way the assassin kisses her now, she knows she isn't about to admit defeat any time soon. It's a side of Evie she hasn't seen before, and it excites her as she lowers herself further on her love. "Mm, you really are something, Evie Frye."

#λ::|| the keeper | kassandra #λ::|| evie frye #τ::|| syndicate #λ::|| europe | 1800s ce #Σ::|| hearts that beat like the seconds of a clock | ship: kassxevie #torntruth #i will leave it open for continuation if you like.

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θ::|| @dimensionalspades | leon s. kennedy has encountered the keeper

Something about the Racoon City incident had seemed very familiar to her, something she didn't care for one bit. And then later what she had found about that unfortunate rural village in Spain. Monsters made of what used to be men. Somehow it just reeked of Aita all over again. The monstrosities he created with his Pieces of Eden. Creatures now considered myth, werewolves, the Hekatonchires in particular came to mind. A mass of flesh and limbs with shambling corpse abominations that dropped from its body. How could she not be reminded of such horrors when she was researching these events?

Strange activity was always the first thing she looked for when trying to locate lost Isu technology. Her research also uncovered a particular name had popped up in both those events. One Leon S. Kennedy. Somehow she had managed to find a way to reach out to him. Not bad for a supposed Luddite. Another outbreak event was hitting a region in Eastern Europe. The idea was to meet there. She had no reason to suspect him of being the cause of these outbreaks, they seemed to be on the same side.

Especially since she had reason to believe Abstergo may have gotten involved in some of the more recent incidents, their activity leaning into stranger things than usual. The streetlights had just kicked on while she waited outside the airport for the man to arrive. Maybe she could put her suspicions about these outbreaks to rest once and for all and ensure another of Aita's sages wasn't involved.

#λ::|| the keeper | kassandra #τ::|| leon s. kennedy #τ::|| assassin's creed misc timeline #τ::|| eastern europe | 2008 ce #τ::|| starter #dimensionalspades #lmk if this works

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“ don’t say it. ” / from evie

μ::|| meme:   emotionally intense prompts. | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @torntruth - evie

She stands there in heavy silence. Surely silence or lies would be more comforting than the truth but there was always honesty between them and she wouldn't lie to Evie. Especially when the truth was so obvious. Instead, she just looks down, staff grasped in her hand. It was one of the most important things she was taught when given the great powers of the staff. She could not interfere with death. In her hands was the power to play god and she couldn't do it. The sheer amount of people she would have kept by her side if she could have... but she could not. Such abuses of the power were forbidden and she did not want to become like the Isu, ruling over man with a terrible gift. Looking back at the bleeding body, her brows knit in a feeling of sorrow she had known so well in the past. "I can't save them, not like this. I'm sorry."

#λ::|| the keeper | kassandra #τ::|| evie frye #τ::|| syndicate #λ::|| london | 1800s ce #Σ::|| hearts that beat like the seconds of a clock | ship: kassxevie #torntruth #i'm sorry my brain said angst #my brain said just so much angst #i blame the j.ack the r.ipper dlc #μ::|| there's another goat? | memes #also leaving it open to who the person that can't be saved is

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μ::|| meme:                   god of war (2018) starters     |  [ Ξ ] accepting      

θ::|| @wornempathy​:       ❝  long way from home, aren’t you?  ❞

        The misthios stopped in her tracks, hearing the voice of the woman ring out from behind her. Oh she definitely stood out here, her clothes foreign, her mannerisms not quite caught up to the culture of the land she currently traversed through. She was a quick learner but there was always something about her that felt off from the other people around her. She turned, eyeing the stranger with curiosity. 

             “It’s hard to be a long way from home when you have none to speak of.”

#λ::|| the keeper | kassandra #τ::|| freya #τ::|| assassin's creed misc timeline #τ::|| Scandinavia | 500s CE #μ::|| there's another goat? | memes #wornempathy

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[ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, sender unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline. / from evie

μ::|| meme: sexual tension prompts. | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @torntruth

The first week in India had been lovely, at least for Kassandra. The area they were in was far less choked by factory smoke, and the sun greeted them far more often than not. The Keeper is absolutely in her element, dealing with the heat and sun as if it is nothing at all. It is a far cry from London's more temperate climate. Evie, it seems, needed a little more time to cool off from the unforgiving sun.

It was this need for cooling off that led Kassandra to search for her when she didn't find her in the courtyard where the young assassins were training. Henry had indicated that Evie had gone to her chambers after a few hours so Kassandra followed the lead. Arriving at her chamber doors, the Keeper let herself in, concern knitting her brows.

Looking at her, she can already tell the heat had left the young Englishwoman flustered. "Oh, Evie," she pulls out her water skin, removes her sash, and dampens the fabric with it. Watching as Evie undid the top button of her blouse, the Keeper came over to apply the damp cloth over the area as her other hand supports her by the small of her back. "I warned you that Greece was just a taste of what the heat in India would be like. Do you need to sit?"

#λ::|| the keeper | kassandra #τ::|| evie frye #τ::|| syndicate #λ::|| india | 1800s ce #Σ::|| hearts that beat like the seconds of a clock | ship: kassxevie #torntruth

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I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go. / from Kristen.

μ::|| meme: deathless ♚ sentence meme | accepting [ Ξ ]

@torntruth | kristen

Oh. Kassandra wasn't sure what she was expecting. They had both implied this was a more casual thing, not really dating. Both of them led lives where domestic bliss was impossible and Kassandra was running out of time, she knew she only had a few years left on this earth before her time as Keeper came to an end. She looked into her glass of wine, half-tempted to swap it for the whole bottle instead. The truth was, she really liked Kristen, she'd even go as far to say she more than just liked her. She wasn't sure she was able to say the other L word, because once that was vocalized it was over. She took a large sip of wine from her glass, swallowing it and letting the flavor wash down her throat.

"Well, that puts us in a bit of a bind, doesn't it?"

#λ::|| the keeper | kassandra #τ::|| kristen durus #τ::|| modern era #λ::|| new york | 2010s ce #Σ::|| kiss me deadly | ship: kassxkristen #torntruth #μ::|| there's another goat? | memes #oh. ok. OK.

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the sigh of annoyance was meant to be loud, it was certainly heard from the corner evie was changing in. she turns her head slightly to see if kassandra is also decent and when she doesn't see a whole lot of skin, she turns completely, holding out her arms to emphasize the new outfit she's wearing. " look at this, i feel like an object of desire. "

θ::|| @torntruth

Kassandra had just finished fastening the black vest, the silk fabric hugging her frame just right while still giving her the means to move around as needed. The sigh was an audible knife cutting through the quiet of dusk and immediately grabs the immortal's attention. She knows exactly what it was about, too. Turning to face the younger assassin, she bites the inside of her cheek.

She wants to say something, gods does she want to say something. Instead, she just smiles and holds her tongue for the moment.

"If any of them so much as leers at you, I'll free them of their eyes." She says, throwing the red coat over her outfit. "For what it's worth, I think you look great, but I would never see you as simply an object to ogle over."

#λ::|| the keeper | kassandra #τ::|| evie frye #τ::|| syndicate #λ::|| europe | 1800s ce #Σ::|| hearts that beat like the seconds of a clock | ship: kassxevie #torntruth #kass is looking... respectfully

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Picks her up bridal style casually and grins down at. // marriage

θ::|| @wolfkcst

She often underestimated their strength, usually when Eivor could so easily lift her. A yelp of surprise left her lips as the Vikingr lifted her in their strong capable arms, the Keeper stunned for a moment, looking ridiculous as if she were all limbs in their arms.

"Does it satisfy you to humble me so, Eivor?"

#λ::|| the keeper | kassandra #τ::|| eivor varinsdottir #τ::|| valhalla #λ::|| ravensthrope | 800s ce #wolfkcst #Σ::|| To see us now; you'd not believe our clash | ship: kassxeivor

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μ::|| meme:     send  “  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ”  for  the  sender  to  find  the  receiver  injured  and  demand  to  know  who  did  it.      |  [ Ξ ] accepting      

θ::|| @wornempathy​:     “  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ”

         It should have started healing by now. Golden threads should have started to knit the wounds, the Isu markings should have carved themselves in her flesh with their vibrant light. And yet... she sat there, blood pooling beneath her, holding the tip of the staff against her stab wound willing it to work. 

          She didn’t hear Freya at first, too busy swearing in her native tongue, wondering if even the staff grew tired of waiting for the Heir of Memories and decided this was it. But she finally paused, focusing on the words: who did this to you? Brown eyes flecked with gold looked up at the goddess, trying to hide the water that wet them and threatened to overrun. 

         “They had an artifact...” Did the artifact counter the Staff?! “It should have started healing. It- it hasn’t!” Fuck. Fuck! 

#λ::|| the keeper | kassandra #τ::|| freya #τ::|| valhalla #λ::|| norway | 800s CE #wornempathy #μ::|| there's another goat? | memes

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❛  fervent .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  after  a  fight .

μ::|| meme: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 . | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @wolfkcst

Those Saxons would have said they were right, that the Norse and their tanned companion were nothing more than barbaric brutes, uncultured and lacking the guidance of God were they still alive to witness this. But they weren't, their ambush had been for naught, cut down with spectacular ease by the Vikingr and the Misthios. And amid the fighting and blood and adrenaline, when the smoke had settled and the haze had barely lifted, when all other foes were dead, the two found themselves entangled with one another. Heated kisses and desperate hands clawing at each other's armor, or at least for the parts that were most in the way.

It didn't take long at all for Kassandra to have Eivor on their back, tunic pulled up so one hand could fondle their breast while the other was buried in their trousers. Her lips were crushing as she kissed them with all the want the world could afford, her fingers dipping in between their folds and working them up. All of this while the dead Saxons lay barely twenty feet away. They couldn't help it, they both admired each other while they fought, and Kassandra knew that Eivor had similar thoughts to her as they dispatched the last of the Saxons, their eyes only having to meet briefly before they met with one another so abruptly. It wasn't the first time they had done this, it wouldn't be the last. And as Kassandra moves to lay partially on top of her love, all she can think about is drawing out those cries of desperation as she gets them to the edge of pleasure.

#λ::|| the keeper | kassandra #τ::|| eivor varinsdottir #τ::|| valhalla #λ::|| ravensthrope | 800s ce #wolfkcst #μ::|| there's another goat? | memes #Σ::|| here? before the gods? | nsft

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[ HIDE ]:     while on the run, the sender hastily grabs the receiver and pins them against a wall that’s hidden from public view to avoid being seen. / from evie

μ::|| meme: 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @torntruth | evie frye

They had decided to make a detour to Greece before heading off to India. Kassandra had promised to show Evie her former home before heading to Sparta and Athens and finally off to the East to their true destination. However, things took a sour turn when she found Kephallonia had a new gang of thugs roaming the streets. Templars. From what they could tell, something had tipped them off that a powerful artifact may have been on the island.

Kassandra had a moment of feeling overwhelmed, they were set up near the precipice where her home once stood. It was at that moment that they were discovered, and she and Evie had to take off through the villages nearby. It isn't that they can't take them, but there are about twenty templars and two of them and they were caught off guard. It wasn't like that first night in London where it was Blighters and Templars, these were all Templars. As they moved through the streets, Kassandra's sense of direction starts to feel distorted. It is Kephallonia, but it's not. Everything is wrong and different. The streets she once knew intimately were different, and modern, nothing is where it should be, and for a moment, her mind is filling in her vision with the landscape that once was. She's careless, and not intentionally so.

Suddenly she gets yanked into an alleyway, her back slammed against a wall, and out of instinct, she brings up her hands to twist the hand off her. Feeling that familiar gauntlet under her grip, she let go, taking a few sharp breaths and letting herself recenter. It takes her nearly a moment to reorient herself, the more modern, colorful buildings reemerging from visions of the past. Holding up a hand, she pauses, amber eyes casting back to Evie. "Sorry, I... uh, don't know what happened there."

#λ::|| the keeper | kassandra #τ::|| evie frye #τ::|| syndicate #λ::|| greece | 1800s ce #Σ::|| hearts that beat like the seconds of a clock | ship: kassxevie #μ::|| there's another goat? | memes #this got a lot longer than expected.

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θ::|| @sisterforsaken has encountered the keeper

After Kassandra and Evie had returned to London two years ago to help Lydia and the other assassins, they decided it was best to stay for a while. The war still raged and the Germans had been assaulting the city since before they had returned. Evie and Jacob had been helping the Assassins with strengthening the city and fortifying against the Templars' intelligence while Lydia and Kassandra handled the more... hands-on missions. She had set out early in the evening to find this supposed new Templar stronghold on the outskirts of Southwark.

Kassandra could easily meld with the shadows, moving through the smoke and fire and air raid sirens that filled the night with its horrible song until she found herself in an area ravaged by illness. London was fighting a war on two fronts, three if the Templars were to be counted. Between the invading forces and the Spanish flu, the city was not faring well. The advantage the Keeper held was her immunity to illness. She didn't need to hide her face from the stench of death and disease.

Following the intel they had on where the Templars had set up operations, she found herself face to face with something out of one of those awful Penny Dreadfuls she used to find on the train. A woman, hunched over a man, the scent of blood coming from their direction. Unsheathing her hidden blade, Kassandra slowly approached. "Hey! Hey, are you mad? It's not safe out here!" A diversion to see if she could get a better idea of what was happening. The body language from the man didn't suggest this was something as simple as a kiss.

#λ::|| the keeper | kassandra #τ::|| mary reid #τ::|| assassin's creed misc timeline #λ::|| london | 1918 ce #sisterforsaken #τ::|| starter #lmk if this works.

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“Aren’t you tired?” Out of all the things Layla should currently ask or say… that’s all that falls from her mouth. Searching for Kassandra like it’s some kind of destiny and realizing that was probably stupid.

θ::|| @torntruth | Layla

The Keeper couldn't keep the laugh from spilling from her lips. Over nearly two and a half millennia she's waited for the Heir of Memories, tirelessly protecting the world from itself in the background, and the first thing the Heir asks is 'Aren't you tired?' Well, technically, the first thing she asked was 'Kassandra?' But this was the first real question. And such an obvious one too. How could she not be tired? She waited thousands of years for this moment, waiting for her time to finally come, and now that it's here... it makes her wonder.

"You've come all this way and that's the first thing you ask me?" The golden glow of the staff illuminates their faces and Kassandra is finally able to see her for the first time, the woman she's waited her entire life to meet. Shouldn't she be happy in this moment? Elysium calls so loudly to her and yet... "Come now, I'm sure there are more important questions you have."

#λ::|| the keeper | kassandra #τ::|| layla hassan #τ::|| modern era #λ::|| thera | October 2018 #torntruth #let's fucking goooooooooooooo

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And make out while doing so.

"Time and place, love."

#λ::|| the keeper | kassandra #τ::|| evie frye #Σ::|| hearts that beat like the seconds of a clock | ship: kassxevie #torntruth