#mettleborn

[pupil-of-law]

@mettleborn

Sebastian and his friends, idle before a charity dinner at the Rag club, were sitting in the drawing room of the Athenaeum at dull talk about foreign office investments. Sebastian was brushing at pieces of fluff on his no.1 jacket. He had not wanted to come here, but it would have been indelicate to voice his dissent. Ever since he had returned to London, he had felt the prickle of Lord Cavendish’s warning - of which he remembered every word, and often at night did, in the thrall of insomnia - at his back wherever he went. He hadn’t seen nor heard tell of the man at all. It appeared he was out of town; likely at his crumbling old fortress in Cornwall with his coterie of doting servants. Or perhaps still with Miss Adelia, of whom Sebastian also sometimes thought on cold nights in wind-battered tents. And so he sat with relative ease in his armchair at the Athenaeum, one of Cavendish’s old haunts, until at one seemingly harmless moment he looked up from his jacket - and saw the man, standing on the landing at the top of the stairs, with hanging on his arm, Sebastian’s sister Florence.

It took a moment for the sight to register properly. Sebastian’s pale eyes became dilated and a cold flush went through him which drained the colour from his face. It was only when his fellow Second Lieutenant, Henrik, noticed that Sebastian hadn’t passed the tea when asked, that anybody else was drawn to the scandalous sight. Henrik frowned, and then laughed. ‘Well that’s an Emperor’s Triumph if I ever I saw one.’ Indeed, a more perfectly executed glorious return to society could not have been imagined. Only Cavendish could have strategised such a scandal, and Sebastian was suddenly reminded of how deeply he hated the man.

‘How dare he?’ Sebastian breathed, hardly aware that the others could hear him until someone replied. ‘I think it’s very enterprising of him. She’s developing charmingly.’ Sebastian turned with a brow creased in pure bafflement at this assessment. Florence was, despite Sebastian’s myopia, a perfect example of a young English rose. Under the club’s skylight ripples of sunlight streaked her crimped hair, and her little tyrannical mouth, with its expectant parted lips, was as pink as the taffeta bow on her dress. This was all most ordinary in girls of her age and class - as was her slight chubbiness of the arms and ankles, her pale skin and her impudent expressions - and in her ordinariness she never usually made any particularly overwhelming demands on mens’ curiosity.

‘Come Sebastian, it’s only to be expected,’ said one of Sebastian’s superiors, grey-haired and wearing the blue ribbon and garter star. ‘Her mother at that age was just same. There is nothing like breeding, is there?’ Sebastian did not join the light laughter of agreement that followed the comment. Seeing Cavendish turn his back on Florence to approach the bar, he was on his feet at once and advancing towards her, sword on hip, as if approaching an enemy officer. She had one hand on the rail of the balcony and the other still resting on Cavendish’s arm, and was smiling at her brother like the cat that got the cream. Instead of addressing her, Sebastian gave her a silent, stern look, before looking to Cavendish as he turned around from paying the barman.

‘May I speak to you outside, Lord Cavendish,’ he said. ‘Alone.’ A little twitch of pleasure passed across Florence’s chubby face, and she almost - almost - rolled her eyes at him. ‘Don’t pretend you’ve had no part in this, Sebastian,’ she said. ‘Talk at home has been of nothing but your infamous machiavel Cavendish for months. I have been looking forward to meeting him for ages.’ ‘I hardly think there will be much in common between you and Lord Cavendish, Florence. Please go home and for god’s sake say nothing about this.’ ‘Or what, Sebastian? Are you going to strike me down with your sabre?’

#mettleborn

[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @mettleborn || Ben & Sam (x)

There was a flicker of something in Ben's eyes as he stood there, gun still in his hands while he stared. He couldn't quite recall the last time he saw someone alive, someone human... It could have been weeks, months. He had begun to think that he might be the only one out there, but now, maybe he could be proven wrong. That said, there was still the fact that he did not know who the stranger was, or what he was doing. There was every chance that a survival instinct could kick in and the other man could fight, but Ben was armed at least. The response was somewhat surprising, the easiness in the man's voice indicating that this was hardly the first time he found himself staring down the barrel of a gun, but the fact that he was still there meant that he could get himself out of these situations; through words or fists.

"Likewise." Ben replied, a small nod of his head before he slowly lowered the aim of his weapon. He would not disarm himself entirely, but there was no use exacerbating the situation if it was not called for. "What are you doing out here? I heard this town was abandoned entirely..." He paused for a moment, noticing the dog that was with the other. "Do you have supplies?" he asked, willing to at least offer something to another who might need something.

#mettleborn #mettleborn || samuel silas #ben hernandez || threads

[godforbidrp]

“Well, pretend I’m not here. What would you say if nobody could hear it?”

@mettleborn

Spring break and Tiffany was in the middle of nowhere in Montana, it was kind of freeing. She felt a lot better than she did after any of her trauma therapy sessions.

A laugh from getting caught completely off guard by the question however it didn't take her long to think about it, "Nothing... I would just cry."

It was a true and honest answer, if there was anyone she didn't lie to it would be Duncan. The scars on their bodies matched too well that any bluff would be easily caught.

"I haven't cried in a while, I used to in my room after class but there's too many spring activities that every time I think I'm alone some one is coming in to tell me we have a fundraiser to go to," She admits.

#shes just a babyy :< #mettleborn #muse ; tiffany

[wiinestories]

❤ + mettleborn 👉👈 🫠

send ‘❤' + a url & i’ll write positivity / what i think abt them.

GAHHHH where do I start? You’re such a marvellous writer, and I’ve been following you for almost two years now? I honestly think it’s one of the best decisions I’ve made upon returning to tumblr. I love every single thread with you, every interaction and every ship. You’ve inspired me greatly, given me motivation to improve my writing and honestly, you’ve also motivated me on my creative side with making my wonderful edits for our ships ❤️ most important thing is that I wouldn’t have met some of my wonderful friends and partners here if it hadn’t been through us interacting together ❤️ know you’ll always have a writing partner in me and, why not? Also someone you can always reach out and discuss many topics with, because I’m very open minded about everything ❤️ I hope we continue writing for many more years, my dear Erin!

#outofcorks. #mettleborn #❤️❤️❤️❤️

[electrichedonia]

starter [X] for @mettleborn 's modern!verse Samuel

It'd been some time since he'd set foot outside the city - but with rehearsals and concerts on hold thanks to various events in his bandmates' lives, Jun decided to follow a whim onto a bus bound for a nearby small town. A change of scenery for a short while might do his creative juices some good.

He'd slept most of the way, and taken a nap in his motel room, only emerging at the tail end of sunset. Jun tried not to stand out too much, hair tied in a partial bun and dressed in only a half-open buttondown, jeans, and laced boots. A few pieces of copper jewelry glinted in the streetlights as he wandered down the sidewalk. Best place to get the feel of a town like this was a bar.

Jun noticed a few longer looks from some of the other customers when he walked in, but there at least wasn't any antagonism prickling the back of his neck. The place was still a little on the empty side, so he didn't take long to pick out a barstool. One that happened to be right next to a law officer of some stripe. The guy was handsome, for sure, but he could also be a decent barometer for how peaceful of a night this might or might not be. "This seat taken?" Jun rested a hand atop the stool, with an easy, amiable smile.

#ic #rp #mettleborn #[really sorry for the delay again! thanks for your patience; hope this is alright!!]

[wellfell]

 the helicopter was leaving the area , she watched it fly away into the sky while she stood in front of the large window that reached the ground . it's a quiet house , akina wants to call it a mansion not because she liked it but because it felt like a prison in some parts . her father told her it wasn't going to be her permanent home but she had to get comfortable because she was going to stay here for a while . after the strict tutor that came to their house to teach her the ways of behaving like a decent lady , being punished for the smallest things like painting her nails and wearing low cut shirts , in fact , this place felt like heaven . waiting for the man to come see her . there were some sweets on the table , which akina ignored and went toward the library . there were some books written in other languages too , though the literature wasn't about anything poetic . human nature explained in the most boring way , which bored her after two lines of a random book she read before she heard the man clear his throat behind her — startled , she turned around and put the book on the table . ❛ hi , i'm sorry . ❜  a quick grin appears on her lips . hands clasped in front of her after fixing the collar of her turtleneck . he didn't look like what she imagined him to look like . her pale hand reaches out , a pretty smile on her plump lips . ❛ akina mori . ❜

    * @mettleborn

#mettleborn #hehehehhehehehehe ... #for nate .

[shctsfired]

@mettleborn continued from x.

"What? The walkers?" Harper can't help but squint, trying her best to see what she must be missing, though she doesn't notice it until he points it out. "Damn, good eye. I didn't even notice ‘em." She trails off quietly. It was at moments like these that she realized just how vigilant and intelligent Sam was. She hadn't even thought twice about the corpses and he had pegged them as a threat from this far away. She knew Sam was capable from the moment they met, but the way he approached situations with such thought and caution made her feel much more safe. Before Sam’s, Harper’s approach was very much head-on without thought, but in their small amount of time together, now she knew better.

"Well, we've wasted too much gas just to go home empty handed." She bit down on her bottom lip in thought, gaze glued to the walkers ahead. She mostly stuck to the forest and the countryside instead of the cities so she didn’t know the best way to approach something like this… but when it came down to it, she did trust Sam’s shot more than her own. She unclicked her seatbelt and leaned forward to retrieve her pack. “If one of us is going to play bait, it should be me. I don’t look as intimidating as you.” She paused to shoot him a smirk. “Plus, I think you have a better shot than me. I mean, I would feel better picking them off from here, but we don’t need to draw attention. Especially if you haven’t cleared this area, no telling how many walkers could be hiding in buildings.” She placed her pistol in her holster and offered him a nod as she opened the truck door. “I’ll motion to you if I see a trip wire or something that could set them off. Just make sure some creep doesn’t get the upper hand on me.” She pulled her machete from the floorboard before shooting him one last reassuring grin. “We’ve got this.”

As she turned on her heels to start down the street, her grin began to falter as she gripped the hilt of her machete tighter. Not that she would ever admit it out loud, but this situation put her on edge. Honestly, just the thought of being chased down as a target again struck fear in her but she had to push that thought to the back of her mind and keep her thoughts on the task at hand. She knew she could take her time to focus if Sam had her in his sights, so she scanned the ground, calculating each step. It had been going good until about halfway, she came to a quick stop and held up her fist to eye level so Sam could see. It wasn’t a trip wire, but it was a well-disguised pit. She lowered herself to her knees and picked up some debris only to toss it, causing some of the sticks and leaves to give way. She slowly stood, looking for Sam in the distance; the place had been bobby-trapped. They needed to be very cautious if they decided to continue. Though the traps didn't necessarily mean there were people… Just someone had been there at one point.

#mettleborn #v; keep moving #:)) this could be fun

[kit-just-kit]

"He hurts people...hurts them for your love." (for Evil! Kit from Nicholai - talking about Igor because this line from Regime was too good and I love the idea of her talking to Igor's subordinate XD)

Random af asks that made me squeal with delight!

Why this man - Igor's 'enforcer' or 'The Wolf' as he likes to be known - now takes issue with the manner in which she and his boss are going about thier mutual business, she has no clue. In fact, she might even call him a hypocrite because God knows, Volkov has quite the hearty appetite for destruction himself.

"Let's not kid ourselves here......he has always hurt people, long before I came on the scene. I just focussed his efforts" she replies, quite glibly. "Besides, don't pretend you don't enjoy the carnage darling; I've seen the way your eyes light up when you bear witness".

#mettleborn #evil verse #ft: thing one #LMAO #consider Nickolai well and truly called out here lol

[wrathfulmercy]

Telling myself I won't go there

Oh, but I know that I won't care

Tryna wash away all the blood I've spilt

This lust is a burden that we both share

Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer

Souls tied, intertwined by pride and guilt

(Ooh) There's darkness in the distance

From the way that I've been livin'

(Ooh) But I know I can't resist it

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

You and I drink the poison from the same vine

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight

From the daylight, runnin' from thе daylight

Tellin' myself it's the last time

Can you spare any mercy that you might find

If I'm down on my knees again?

Deep down, way down, Lord, I try

Try to follow your light, but it's nighttime

Please don't leave me in the end

(Ooh) There's darkness in the distance

I'm beggin' for forgiveness

(Ooh) But I know I might resist it, oh

@mettleborn

#music musing #Rick x Sam #ship aesthetic #mettleborn #I swear to god I wish I could edit but girl I’ll learn for these boys 😭 #and yes is this my dbd soundtrack? yes. am I addicted? yes.

[xgoldxnhour]

Send “I’ve got you” to help my muse wash off blood from their body (from Sam - any verse)

@mettleborn

Mist envelops the room in a delicate veil that floats and swirls on the edges of reality. It caresses the surfaces--of skin, heaving in slow, delibrate breaths as all she focuses on is the voice before her. She's half clothed as they're first instinct was immediately driving into the bathroom before blood soaks up the floor, calling for countless hours once again knees and elbows in grime trying to clean it up--once again.

Fabric clings to soaked skin, teeth gritting as his touch inches closer to every bruise and split skin as it was becoming impossible to distinguish which blood was hers or the adversary. She's barely opened her eyes as all energy is given to air and haggard breath. "Tsss...fuck." Her hand reaches to grip John's arm, head hanging as another wave of sharp pain intrudes. This could've been a nice, touching moment if it weren't for the stinging pangs at her side. The bullet had gone clean through, thankfully. Eloise inhales deeply, nails diggining into his skin as streams of red traces down a meandering path before disappearing once reaching the tiled ground. John could tell that she wants to speak, wants to somehow turn this into a joke with some wry comment about the mission. How fucking cutting it close they got this time. How Hi Hi will be hearing from their nonexistent lawyer for practically throwing them into a trap.

Finally, her head falls back, tightened eyes easing open to fall onto his face. Just like her, he's half dressed, shirts thrown somewhere across the tile as they rushed in and turned the water on--dawning on her that this almost showering together. El half smiles, choking out another smirk. Another comment she wants to make. But it remains halted as her mind can only focus on those last moments of escape as they laid in a sea of broken glass, gaze only fixed on the other. And for a second, it seemed like he was going to kiss her.

"John?" She manages, seeking his attention that wasn't focused on anything else but her face. Her eyes fix on his for a long, pregnant moment before falling to his lips. They're both broken and battered, barely able to stand and yet, this moment harkens for something unsaid. Husband and wife, sworn on false pretenses and catalogue rings. Yet, the feeling that burns far greater than the piercing sting at flesh yearns for fire. So, slowly, a hand reaches for his jaw, thumb stroking ever so faintly until lips connect in tectonic fusion. Something unfinished, unsaid and unfound collides--marked by its abruptness and clarity. There's a sharpness to it, a crispness in its execution that sets it apart from more gentle or tender gestures--which seems appropriate given its hosts.

Any movement only causes more pain and yet firstly its welcomed and grasps for comfort in his lips and hold. Gripping. Two matches finally ignite behind swallowing gasps and clashing teeth. Sacrament of unholy tendancies somehow reach a helm that is hungry in tenderness. John may not just be her assigned partner but perhaps one that carries a deeper grip on her than previously assumed.

#mettleborn #v: supernova #john & jane: like a consuming fire we surrender and devour

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

Why are you following me? - "because the view is better from behind" (just Adelia casually admiring Richard's rear)

Things for Richard: ALWAYS ACCEPTING

II @mettleborn

His brow arched in impish delight. "Why, Miss Adelia," he purred, the roguish taste of her true identity beginning to settle a rather familiar feeling upon the tip of his tongue. "Careful now. Wouldn't want others to think tha' ye' migh' actually be payin' me a compliment now, would ye'," teased the Scotsman, before knowingly bending over in a faux attempt to continue fixing the engine of their car.

#mettleborn #//HGJKSDHGJK OK BUT I LOVE THESE 2 SO MUCH AND THEIR SPICE// #//Just get a room at this point xD// #//also i cant blame Adelia. Richard has one hell of a fantastic arse 😌// #//100/100 would recommend ✨// #shaken not stirred;au #answered ask;

[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @mettleborn || Eric & Duncan (x)

Once the gunfire finally came to a halt, Eric felt his shoulders sagging slightly, tension somewhat releasing him from its grasp. The situation was not over, no, far from it. But at least this small reprieve would give him a moment to breathe, collect his thoughts.... and hopefully figure out what the fuck was happening. He sat down with his back against the small wall which he had been using to protect himself (although it had not helped much) and he tore at the new hole that the bullet had caused in his sleeve. He could not feel any exit wound on the back of his arm, leaving him to suspect that he would be spending some time fishing it out; that was if he made it out of this alive.

He had confidence in his own skills, almost to the point that it was irritating for others, but he did not know who this man was, nor did he know his motives. The fact that he had not yet relented showed Eric that this was not just a chance encounter. He recognised the signs of a bounty... He knew them like the back of his hand.

Over the stench of flames and burning wood, came the subtle but distinct scent of cigarette smoke, and Eric risked a hasty glance over the wall just in time to see the box skidding across the dusty concrete floor. Confusion was strong as blue eyes watched it for a moment, before his fingers wrapped around it and he helped himself.

"You have a good taste in smokes." he called, voice a little muffled as his lips hugged the stick tightly so that he could light it, the small flame flickering across his bloodied features. But he did not linger on it, returning the lighter to the box and tossing it back towards his pursuer. "Wanna tell me why you're trying to ruin my day? I'll admit, I haven't really see your face yet, so I can't be sure I haven't pissed you off or betrayed you or somethin'... Not really uncommon for me, not somethin' I'm proud of, but we're not perfect, right?"

#mettleborn #mettleborn || duncan vizla #eric carlson || threads #eric carlson || assassin verse

[pupil-of-law]

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine - for Adelia.

@mettleborn

‘Always analyse gathered intelligence accurately and report findings promptly to handlers or superiors. When conducting strategically necessary operations always minimise collateral damage and civilian casualties.’

Sebastian had started on the hearthrug with his back against the foot of the bed, but the fire’s superheated glow had dangerously threatened his already timorous grasp on consciousness. And now he was sprawled on his back across the bedspread just clear of Adelia’s feet, eyelids nacreous and breath smelling of vodka as he recited the contents of a piece of paper in her hand whose words were blotted out with sweat, blood, crumples and creases such as to render them unreadable. But Zeitzler, whom Sebastian felt was as usual in secret proximity to them which they could neither see nor grasp, wanted Adelia familiarised with the regulations. He didn’t know if she was writing this down; he was only aware of her collarbone in his upper periphery, besotted by a delicate silk gown, and a whitish moonlight falling on her indifferent features, pricking her dull brown eyes with a glint of silver. He puffed out his chest and exhaled loudly before continuing. He was mindlessly sweeping his left hand up and down the textured taffeta coverlet and over Adelia’s ankle as he recited, his eyes willing to close ever more with each new word.

‘Always act in accordance with the will of His Imperial Majesty the Kaiser, and at all times hold high the honour of the German name before the world.’ He stifled a yawn. ‘No stealing horses. No sex.’

#mettleborn #adelia #spy verse #it was great i even took her to the train station i'm great at everything well done me

[godforbidrp]

closed starter || tiff & duncan

@mettleborn

It always got her a little excited when he called, when he mentioned that he would be in the area. It was like when extended family came to visit for holidays...except most uncles or cousins didn't bring guns or expensive hunting knives as gifts.

Those little gifts meant the world to Tiffany. Honestly, she felt a little safer whenever he was just around. Which was why she would wait on the steps of her shared house any time she got the call that he would be calling around. The sorority house she shared with six other young women who spent their days lounging around in bathing suits so they could tan in the front yard or were simply redecorating whenever someone got a new center piece for the kitchen, things young adult women did that didn't seem to cross Tiffany's mind could be a little odd to grown men who killed for a living. The young blonde was convinced any one of any gender or age could enjoy their house.

She was on her third cigarette while she watched cars drive by as she waited for her guest, her petite frame hunched over as her elbows rested on her knees as if she was some kind of crime boss...dressed in a pretty pink track suit that perfectly matched her pink and blue nails.

At the first sight of a car slowing down in front of her house her back straightened up and she flicked her half smoked cigarette. A wide grin growig on her pretty pixie face as she stood to welcome him.

#muse ; tiffany #mettleborn #hehe

[faithdevotion]

I'm longing for the time I'm longing for the day Hoping that you will promise  to be mine & never go away...

[ @mettleborn​ ]

#re: polly x igor. #mettleborn #opp: igor. #( my darlingg <3 #we miss you around here #hope you're well #you'll see this when you come back heh #love you and our dearies a lot <3 #also long live the 80s ) #* mine. #myedits.

[shelbysdevil]

(💔) My muse help washes blood off your muse. (Adelia)

Moonlight aesthetic starters from here @mettleborn

Tommy still cussed as Adelia pressed the cloth lightly against his nose again which continued bleeding. The last hit of the fucking asshole who laid his hands on her still burning on his skin. “I just couldn’t stand his attitude.” he mumbled with his eyes squinting under the pain, even if she tried to be as soft as possible. Of course he had knocked him off right as he noticed the hand sliding down her back and luckily her husband hadn’t accompanied her tonight so it was his right to protect her, wasn’t it? “My apologies, did I ruin your dress Lady Lennox?” With a gentle grip of her hand he took the cloth from her to press it against his nose himself, but his eyes wandered along her chest and down to her hips before he forced himself to stop it to not drift into other thoughts. No, he had to focus. To calm his thoughts that were still running from the rage in his veins. “You shouldn’t have come alone.” For many reasons. Especially if she knew that Tommy would be present. Or was her single presence on purpose cause of that?

“Why… why did you even come alone?” Slowly the blood dried so he could sank his hand, his back still rested against the table in the guest room they went to for escaping the scenery. “I assume that with your husbands presence this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe we’re both fools for thinking this could work.” And what exactly did he talk about? Did he mean them and their forbidden connection, or was he talking about events like these where they both attended? Tommy placed the cloth on the table to take a deep breath, his hand reaching for her face that was lowered as if she was still avoiding his sight. “Hey… look at me. It’s alright. I’m alright. I can’t say the same for him but…I just…” Without even noticing it he stood straight up to get closer, licking his thumb to stripe it along her cheek where he must have left a drop of blood from him. “I just can’t stand watching anyone touching you. No one besides me.” It was a soft way he spoke in, his voice low as he leaned his head against hers, nuzzling to the side of her to kiss her temple. “But I would do it again. Hell we’re lucky it wasn’t your husband touching you like that, how would that have looked if I punched him for that?” A joke. It must have been a joke to light up the mood cause they both knew he couldn’t just go against her husband like that, but the truth was his rage and jealousy had bottled up so strongly over the time, that he couldn’t guarantee he wasn’t the next to meet his fist. Or his gun. They were lucky indeed. At least tonight.

#Tommy x Adelia #mettleborn #;answers