#wandcrng

[daemonusdea]

rover's torturing a cloud district cop for info on one of his missing wanderers. he's been knee-capped, is missing 4 fingers, and a solid number of his bones have been broken.

hm. -- - @wandcrng.

   Well, it certainly wasn't her idea of information gathering. Torture-- she knows a certain disciple who would have lavished in the idea and easily taken up action. Dito, that goddamn weirdo. It's certainly interesting to note that Rover has a propensity for this kind of thing, bit of a sick puppy himself. The process is messy, and noisy, and for fuck's sake how much longer was this guy going to hold out? It was getting on her last nerve, the nerve she didn't even have to begin with!

   " God damn, shit or get off the pot! His blubbering is fucking annoying, just off him already. Who the hell has time to wait for this asshole to spill it? I don't even think he's cognizant enough from pain to tell you the right shit anymore. Just find the trail he came from-- you should be able to find the information yourself, probably find the exact damn thing you're looking for. " It's a sad, sad sight she's looking at; she can see the glazed over expression of that broken man and understands all too well what state his brain is no doubt in. If you weren't used to traumatic pain, the shock could twist your mind in funny little ways.

   " Hell, I could even do it for you. Or you know, just break off another one of his fingers, I'm sure fifth time's the charm, right? "

#wandcrng #torture tw// #now get the fuck out. [ answered ] ; #[ the sarcasm. the sass. the scolding. ] #[ Zero: Intoner of A N G Y ]

[zerogravitygirl]

“Sometimes I feel like I’ll never have it together.”

“W-What do you mean....?”

#wandcrng

[cursedandcarried-blog]

@wandcrng

“Well, the dragons were a driving factor, just kind of ended up here trying to get away from them. One of ‘em’s got a gnarly curse on it or something. Pretty unfortunate for that thing. But I also wanted to check up on you, see how things are going. That liniment’ll take me about four to five days to restock on, so if it’ll last till then I can get you more.”

“It’s not a curse, it’s more like... an infection. It’s the Abyss manifesting, very complicated.” Lothric turns his head to peer at Rover with one sunken eye. “Try to be a little more sensitive, they were our pets. Like a horse, or a dog. You have those, don’t you? We loved them, and now they don’t even recognize us.”

#wandcrng

[daemonusdea]

wandcrng replied to your post “   “ …You don’t really think my real name is Zero, right? “”

"If you respond to it when called in a crowd, it's your name."

   “ I guess that kind of response is to be expected from someone called Rover, right? Those just...normal things parents name their children here? “

#wandcrng #[ sends smooches ] #[ here's zero to torment him again ]

[daemonusdea]

Another chirp on his watch, Rover reads it and instantly he goes still. And where one might think he’s going to explode in anger, he just stands still, the message still in the air. Like stone, nothing is moving, the hood does not turn, and his breathing is heavy and deep, like the weight of the world is on his lungs. {/Lost Valkyrie to FD enforcement/}

worry. – - @wandcrng.

   This development is strange, even on Rover’s terms. The stillness brings a sense of foreboding weight in the air; a pressure that settles and tightens against your skin…it’s uncomfortable. However the rage that normally follows is choked out by something else entirely, something hopeless.

        The crease of her eyebrows grows sharper, having carefully roamed him over to glean anything else– his watch. The message still floats above it, and she does her best to read it. Lost…Valk…yrie…to…FD…enforce…ment…

     Lost?

   The Intoner is quick to act as usual, not afraid to get close to him even in his worse states. What was he gonna do, kill her? Face as unchanged as ever, she stares up into his hood, and as gently as she’s able, hooks the fingers of her metal arm over his wrist, the palm covering the watch, guiding his arm down to his side. Away from his view, and she makes sure to hold it there.

        “ Rover. “ When had she ever used his name? Firm, but not with malice. It’s a serious moment, and she’s hoping to snap him into something else other than just standing there breathing. She steps forwards once again, and this time, her softer human hand lands on his chest, pushing aside layers of his coat to press it against the last thin layer of his shirt, letting her unnatural coldness seep into his warm skin. She repeats the word louder this time, raising her chin at him. 

     “ Rover. Talk, or move. “ It’s a choice she gives him, simple actions with no repercussions to perhaps spark a momentum in him. They’re vague; it’s for him to interpret. Say whatever he’d like, or move however he’d like…either way, she keeps herself solid as a statue in his wake, waiting for his response.

#wandcrng #now get the fuck out. [ answered ] ; #[ hhhMMMMM. ] #[ !!!!!! ]

[daemonusdea]

✿

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME. – - @wandcrng.

send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  / friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  / frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  / other .

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  / long distance  / unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  / soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  / toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  / other .

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  / legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other .

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  / unpredictable  /  rivals /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  / based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  / hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  / fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other .

#wandcrng #now get the fuck out. [ answered ] ; #[ the anger management couple ] #[ JHKJFHKJHG ]

[daemonusdea]

Rover performs the trust test, placing a finger under her chin and lifting. ;)

here we go bitch. – - @wandcrng.

   The line of her brow creases together, the hint of roiling question and suspicion, her single eye sharpening along with it as she feels his finger slide under her chin. The little igniting of warmth floods her again ( just how much of it is from his body heat alone? ), and what would garner swift, excruciating, painful judgement for daring to touch her instead garners…an oddly agreeable cooperation. Without a fight does she follow his lead, tipping her head to the flow of his guiding hand and until she’s staring back up into his voided hood. Did he understand the delicate nature of the situation, or how much luck there was to hold a ( out of the words of an entire continent ) demonic whore as close as he did without sudden demise? He was practically getting away with murder, himself.

        Zero allows a quiet moment between the two of them, uninterrupted, lingering on the touch. How ridiculous was it that she’d grown a little accustomed to his constant handling of her form with his incessant tugging her around however he pleased? Always placing her in such a way. A thing to be posed or paraded or patrolled or…protected-? A strangeness overcomes her ribs, as if something were trying to crack apart…she finally decides it’s time to deliver on her scowling facade, patience worn out.

     “ The hell’s so interesting? “ She roughly sneers, and the peaceful moment shatters with the delicate grasping of his hand with the unforgiving metal of hers, guiding it away to let her chin fall again. “ Didn’t your mommy teach you it’s rude to stare? “

#wandcrng #now get the fuck out. [ answered ] ; #[ he LITERALLY gets away with MURDER coming from an actual murderer okay ] #[ lets be real she's a lil soft for him though ] #[ she should be in the circus for the balancing act she does daily between bein a soft bitch and a cold hard bitch wow ] #[ some tightrope shit look at this nonsense >:\ ] #[ jumpscared by feelings and had to double up on bullying ]

[daemonusdea]

❤️ uh oh whats this

What relationship does your muse want with mine? – - @wandcrng.

❤️ romantic

   this hurts me you heaT HE N, OH NO….ROVER….

#wandcrng #different timeline. [ ooc ] ; #now get the fuck out. [ answered ] ; #[ i'm crying on the inside AND the outside god dAMN it ] #[ GETTING TO THAT POINT W/ HER HHHHHEEEEECK ]

[daemonusdea]

“Here, let me help you with that.”

injury starters. – @wandcrng.

  This hadn’t gone according to plan in the slightest. With her back turned to the Wanderer, he couldn’t see just how bad her injury was, hunched over grasping at what seems to simply be the belt that holds her cape, clawing at her chest there. Red drops to the ground below her, the belt shifting as she tries to remove it– but the belt was not the problem.

       Panic shoots through her when she hears him advance, and it’s all that she needs to free herself of her affliction– wrenching out a deeply imbedded piece of metal, blood spattering to the ground for the sparsest of seconds before stopping, choked coughing punctuating the way she suddenly throws her arm out to him.

    “ Don’t come any closer-! ” She manages to force the words out in a snapping anger, having whirled around to show the full brutality of her wound. Fatal. She can feel it in how her body has turned numb; the Flower working it’s magic, taking control from her, the wound no longer leaking blood but spewing a black and red aura in it’s place. It would never allow her the grace of dying.

  Regeneration was inevitable; healing would cost too much, the fight had taken everything from her already, magic dwindling down to it’s last reserves just to accomplish this feat. The disturbing feeling of every synapse in her body firing at once builds, builds as she stumbles backwards as much as she can from him, hardly aware of her surroundings or the strangled grunts that leave her throat until she halts on a dime…

       And then she screams; a pain so guttural it forces her head back, and from that blossoms that wretched Flower. A burst of sickening black petals shifting back to blushing pink, it’s perfect mask back in place. The next to come is blood; a treacherous rain from it’s centre to decorate the ground, the grotesque opening act of what’s to come. An arm breaks next, hand clawing to pull the rest of the slow-rising body out…and the Intoner finally stands in bloody, bare glory, a disgusting sight that awakens and stumbles down off the unholy stage. Once feet touch the ground, it all fades away behind her– the flower, her attached body, all disintegrating black dust that leaves behind only her attire and what should have been her left arm. Zero barely manages to keep herself upright, uneasy footing and laboured grunts added to each movement.

  “ Ha–…you just had…to sh-show up, huh-?! ”

#wandcrng #now get the fuck out. [ answered ] ; #[ raises hands in victory ] #[ MMMMM made her real messed up for you here we go :)))) ]

[daemonusdea]

-- - @wandcrng. continued from here!

   Put her out of her misery. A few nights of passionate yelling and intimate close calls with murder and suddenly he wants to get to know her-- throw her off one of these goddamn tall buildings. She won’t die, but she’d at least be far enough away. She’d been doing just fine before he’d come and whisked her off, just to drag her through all of his nonsense Doors. She’s beginning to think the food deal wasn’t worth it in the end.

        An audible scoff answers him and his preposterous statement, reluctantly taking hold of his hand and giving a simple magic-boosted jump of her own. He really could be a show-off...Though there’s not much time to simmer in silent hatred when he tugs her through another Door, which earns a near growl.

     The quiet game is one Zero is proficient in, disregarding him almost completely as he continued to ramble. But she’ll answer one question, at least--

   “ You realize you’ve given me the option to never answer it, right? “ Which is her preferred option, really. An option she’d take even if it wasn’t offered. “ I don’t see what the hell it matters, just pay attention to your stupid delivery, how about. It’s rude to ask a lady her age. “ The Intoner feels her stomach try to heave only slightly at that last little piece of bullshit leaving her mouth, but there’s a chance it’ll give her a leg up on this one. Her unwillingness to answer isn’t offence, not really...It’s just that she’s not really sure of the answer herself.

#wandcrng #[ :)))))) ] #[ she's such a fucking brat ]

[daemonusdea]

-- - @wandcrng | continued from here!

   It was quite the spectacle, just to have the two who were so famously always at odds with each other suddenly coexisting in a very calm and-- dare it be said-- friendly manner. There’s a mimic from him, his head tilting to give way to that familiar blue eye. Seeing it like this somehow conjures up that smirk on her face a little more prominent. 

        Expectations however are never what they seem, as reality takes precedence over imagination...he turns serious, and really, truly decides to open up to her. Well, that’s...confusing, to say the least. But he reveals more than just those shadowed eyes, and the mystery before her lessens by the skin of his neck. Her smile has been wiped clean, replaced with that subtly cold expression that never gives anything away. Truly, she’s a little in awe. A very small expanse of his jaw, but underneath, the most important feature, the gruesome scarring along his neck. Her fingers twitch at the sight, wanting to take hold and explore more, expose the whole truth that’s so damn close-- -

     But instead she simply takes a delicate step forwards, raising slightly on tiptoes to lean in and get a closer look. A low whistle flies past plush lips, a grim sound of an impressive tone. She’s drinking in the mess, before flicking her eye back up to him.

   “ Someone really jacked you up, huh? “ Okay, so she wasn’t spectacularly great at these more difficult situations. It’s the first thing out of her mouth, but it needs further questioning... “ So I’m guessing either betrayal, or...some kind of loss. Doesn’t exactly look like whatever happened happened gently. And the other person-? “ My, no tact at all-- straight to the point without remorse. She at least saved him the trouble of dredging up the nasty words herself, letting him fill in the blanks with what he chose. But she knows the answer to the second question...

        ...Dead, gone, or both.

#wandcrng #[ SHE TRIED???? ] #[ she can relate and everything she just wants to play the distant douchebag...........this is her Kind Of Being Nice. ] #[ man she really wanted to touch thoughjsdh ] #[ down girl ]

[cursedandcarried-blog]

Advice: Siegward is a friend.

“Ah... I’m not sure we’ve met him. Is he a friend to us, though.”

#wandcrng

[daemonusdea]

Rover takes a seat next to Zero, carefully placing his arm around her and lightly tracing circles on her physical arm while he scrolls through his phone.

touch my muse. – - @wandcrng.

   A glint of mild interest takes her gaze, watching the Wanderer sidle in right beside her with not a scant reservation in his movements. He’s always so comfortable with her, not a care in the world as to how dangerous she was, the power she held, nor the temper that could transform into both at once. She’s no Goddess in his hidden eyes, not a demonic whore sent to ruin civilization’s peace as everyone knew it in her time. Why, she’d almost say he treated her like…a human. How long had it been since anyone had done that?…Never. Not once.

        The idea of flight in a dire circumstance is not a known notion to Zero; however, it’s an option that she’s finding merit in every time he slips into his touch-crazed state with her. The feeling that blooms within these bouts of minor insanity is so different from her rage or her guilt or her numb isolation, she fails to grasp a concrete comprehension; it’s more than terrifying to not be in control, to be left in the dark, to think it might not be so terrible. 

     He’s got her tucked to his side, and she does her best not to relate too much to a snared rabbit, though she’s beginning to understand their plight. But she’s not this helpless, not this damned weak as some pathetic prey animal– she refused to be prey. Pride reigned over everything in a warrior, but with his calloused fingertips languidly trailing over her cold skin, soaking in his heat, sinking into the fabric of his coat…The panic slowly eases. And she, with enough experience of Rover in these moments, has begun to know that no harm was to come.

   With hands squeezed tight, the wide-eye dead stare settles but never clears the awkwardness away from her flickering gaze. The spring-wound tensity of her body melts, melds in flush with him. 

        “ What the hell are you doing? “ Are the only words to string together coherently enough into a plausible sentence, hoping the quiet way they left her made her sound casual, and not weird like she felt.

#wandcrng #now get the fuck out. [ answered ] ; #[ this was.....very fun :^) ] #[ she's trying and i think that's what counts here ]

[cursedandcarried-blog]

(ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ

Lorian upends a table full of soup and appetizers, splattering it all over Rover and the floor. Frankly he’s had enough of this smug little weirdo with his odd clothing, thinks he can just waltz in whenever he likes..

#wandcrng

[cursedandcarried-blog]

"How about we take a small amount of time and talk? We could learn a bit about each other, and I can stop sneaking around you both. Also maybe you could tell those knights outside this room to stop trying to kill me?"

Lothric looks to Lorian, who's eyeing Rover with his fingers drumming on the grip of his sword. "...fine, we'll talk. I don't think there's much that can be done about the knights, though. They're quite hollowed by now and will attack anyone that looks unusual. Just run faster than they can and you should be fine."

#wandcrng

[cursedandcarried-blog]

🎁 + Two large mason jars of liniment. Turns out "vials" for Rover mean mason jars.

These should last a while... Lorian accepts them gratefully, and starts tugging off his boots and the armor on his legs so he can rub this on his poor, pained knees. 

#you can bet he smells sweaty and terrible #wandcrng