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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. "

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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."

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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.

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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."

[ofspvrta]

“ don’t say it. ” / from evie

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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."

[ofspvrta]

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

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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?"

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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

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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."

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"And just like that, my shift as ticket inspector is over." As the last words were emphasised, he grabbed two Blighter's heads and slammed them together, the both of them out cold on the floor of his train carriage. Seeing Kassandra he grinned then gestured to the half dozen men unconscious or dead on the train. "You just missed the fight. They decided to try and overwhelm our staff and steal it and information from us. If only their boss hadn't lost it in the first place." He had a bloodied nose but was otherwise fine.

θ::|| @shadxwcd | jacob frye

The air simply reeked of chaos as she landed on the roof of the moving train. Of course, she had to miss the fun while off chasing a dead end. Swinging down into one of the train cars, she damn near landed on a dead Blighter. "Oh, what the fuck..." Hidden blade unleashed, she made her way over the bodies through the car until she got to one of the passenger carriages and saw Jacob grinning like a fool who was proud of his work. Evie must have been out too, there was no sign of her around. "You threw a party without me? I'm hurt, Jacob."

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evie just really wanted to kiss the scar on kassandra's nose.

θ::|| @torntruth | evie frye

Kassandra pauses, golden brown eyes alight as she gives a surprised smile at Evie. It is the moments like this, the little surprise kisses, the unannounced affection, that warms her heart. Leaning down, she presses her forehead against Evie's, gently pulling her into her arms. "You're in a good mood."

[ofspvrta]

75, this meme / from evie.

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θ::|| @torntruth | evie frye

75: Kisses meant to distract the other from whatever they're intently doing.

She had been intent on reading over her hastily scribbled notes about likely locations of the next Piece of Eden, reading them by the fireplace at the room they had managed to procure en route to India. The trip had been delayed by the staff pinging several artifacts and she knew Evie was probably just as interested in getting those pieces as she was. However, she is stirred from her thoughts as she feels a kiss press to her cheek, a pause, and then another this time near her jaw. "Can I help you?" She asks playfully, glancing to the side at Evie who must have just woken up.

There is another pause from the young assassin before she leans back in to dot a few more kisses along her cheek and jaw, even venturing to her neck. The notes are momentarily forgotten as Kassandra turns her head to meet her and steals a kiss before she can go any further. "Someone is in a good mood this morning."

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It doesn't even matter what Kassandra's holding right now. All that matters is that Evie is running straight towards Kassandra. Evie's actually wearing wraps around her hands and just a shirt, no jacket - which only means one thing, she was at a brawl. Maybe there's something wholly childish about Evie wanting to tell Kassandra about it. Maybe that's just human. Either way, Evie jumps into Kassandra's arms without so much as a pause.

θ::|| @torntruth​

       Kassandra barely has a moment to react when the smaller woman, dressed in a manner the Keeper was not used to seeing her in, comes charging at her. Even for all her skill, her speed, her reaction time, Kassandra didn’t have the time to save both what she held in her hand and catch Evie. A sacrifice has to be made, how unfortunate for her that said sacrifice is the wine she had just poured herself. “No! I’m holding wine!” It’s a warning that goes unheaded as the glass is dropped and Kassandra catches Evie with ease. The shocked expression gives way to a mixture of confusion over what just happened and dismay over the drink she was very much looking forward to. “What was that about?” A second glance at the change in her usual attire had her raising her brow. “Were you picking fights without me?”

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❛  12 .   a  kiss  that  seals  a  marriage . / from evie, unofficially, with love

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        It had remained largely unspoken since Kassandra finally relented on letting Evie travel with her in her duties. It was the weight of loneliness versus the fear of repeating that dread of loss that eventually came with all attachments. Dealing with the eventual loss won out in the end, at least then only one of them would suffer for it in the end. But it had remained unspoken. This is Evie’s life now too, to share as much of her remaining time as possible with the immortal Eagle Bearer. Kassandra had been so adamant about reiterating the weight such an adventure carried but the young Assassin had wanted this. And the Keeper had wanted her. Her company, her little smiles, her knowledge. Her heart. “I’m not trying to warn you off,” she says, cupping her face gently, “I just want you to be aware of what you’re asking for.” Her thumbs trace gentle trails along the cut of her cheekbones. “But if you want to stay with me, through all of this...” She leans in, eyes half-lidded, and presses her lips to Evie’s in a slow and tender kiss.  

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[ STRADDLE ] : while sparring, sender gains the upper hand and pins the receiver in place, straddling their waist in the process. / from evie

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θ::|| @torntruth

It is nice to get a chance to actually fight Evie one on one. She’d seen her in action multiple times but to spar with her? It was always thrilling when there was an actual challenge. So many fools fell easily to her and even without her weapons Kassandra was an incredibly talented fighter. How could she not be with all her experience. Perhaps she allowed pride to best her, when Evie manages to sweep her leg, knocking the misthios right on her back.

Her breath practically hitches in her throat as Evie gets on top of her, straddling her waist to keep her from getting back up. So this is how we’re playing it, she thinks. Instead, warm brown eyes meet Evie’s blues, a smirk tracing her lips. Her hands rest on the sides of Evie’s legs. “Well, you’ve got me. Now what?” 

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teasing  kiss. / from evie

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θ::|| @torntruth for evie

Kassandra had been poring over clues from various reports across the region all morning.The staff had indicated a Piece of Eden was near, but she couldn't sense it, couldn't make heads or tails of the clues. Just there it was near and it was underground. That... hadn't been very helpful at all. Evie had been out gathering intel around the city hoping she could locate clues that Kassandra's reports had missed. It had delayed their trip to India but both had agreed that finding the artifact was more important at the moment.

The immortal had been so engrossed in her texts that she doesn't hear Evie come up the stairs to the clock tower. Evie practically bounds over to her, light on her feet as she places a kiss on the corner of Kassandra's mouth, letting it linger for a moment before pulling away. The misthios let her eyes fall shut for a moment, enjoying the warmth of the moment before it ends and Kassandra's soft smile is replaced with a pout. "Are you truly going to tease me like that?" She says, wishing to return the kiss in kind, but her eyes fall to the strange white disc covered with holes and emblazoned with the brotherhood's insignia. "You found a clue, didn't you?" Oh, that kiss is going to be on hold for a bit. She knew how Evie gets when she finds new information and she'd hate to interrupt that.

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[GRAB] - Sender grabs the receiver’s arm to pull them closer. / from evie

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       Kassandra prides herself in her hyper awareness of her surroundings. It helped her keep herself from being caught, being found out (for all the good it did her with Evie). But she’s distracted, whether it’s the busy streets or the sights and sounds of the crowd around her. The fact that she can still remember the Lunden that was almost overlayed over the London that stands now. It happens sometimes, a life lived so excruciatingly long that the mind wanders to times long past like idle daydreams. The sudden tugging on her arm, a firm grasp had her head turning to suddenly face Evie who was just staring up at her with a smirk. She keeps doing this, closing that space between them. The way in which Kassandra is certain that Evie knows it affects her. If this is some sort of game, the smaller woman may very well be winning. “What? I was paying attention, I swear!”

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it’s about winning. and i do. a lot. / from yan!

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θ::|| @sorrowsick | yan gǔ

Kassandra sat at the table, watching the others as they laid their hands out. She wasn't much for gambling, it was a fun way to pass the time but not something she gravitated to often. She was here mostly because of connections that Templars had in the area. Gambling dens were a good place to get information and they may have had eyes and ears in the establishment.

Kassandra laid out her hands. Straight flush. Seven through Jack, all diamonds. Kassandra smirked, seeing the other men realizing they'd been beat. Until the only other woman at the table laid out her own hand.

Royal flush. Fuck.

The woman boasted as she pulled the pot of chips in towards her, Kassandra quirking her lips a bit. "Well, at least we showed these boys that women always do it better." Game of luck or not, there was a smug satisfaction in knowing that they were all best by two women. "Another round?" She was occasionally scanning the room using Athena's Sight while she played. It was in her interest to stay in the game.

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i missed you all day, and i wanted to say that i'm sorry. / from evie

θ::|| @torntruth | evie frye

Kassandra barely has one leg in through the window when Evie breaks the silence of her entrance. She nearly freezes, golden eyes locking on the light blue ones that held her in place. Now her mind is racing, she is certain she left a note next to the tea that Evie had left by the bed the night before. Something or is something else the matter. Lowering her foot to the ground, she swings her other leg into the window frame until she's facing Evie completely. "I didn't mean to be out so late, I was following a lead." She hops from the frame and begins to walk toward the shorter assassin.

As she reaches her, she cups her chin in her hand, looking at her with a loving but curious expression. "Why are you apologizing?"

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“ i know there’s no fixing me, i’m too far gone. “ ( Jacob to Kass in a more lighthearted way with serious undertones? Maybe? // sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins )

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θ::|| @sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins | jacob frye

Kassandra just looked up from the rim of her mug of beer at the man. Either the drink was talking (entirely possible) or he was dead serious. But the slurring voice did indicate he might have thought he was speaking in jest. Still, such talk worried her. She'd known those who were too far gone to save, her own brother. She was grateful that Evie wasn't here to listen to him say such things, but still, concern kicked in and she lowered her own mug. "No fixing you?" The expression on her face was incredulous.

"I don't know, I'd say you've a couple more drinks before you hit that point. You're not too far gone just yet. Once we hit the point of me throwing you over my shoulder and dragging your ass back to the train, then you're too far gone."