Tag: when evil serves the king ( verse )

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking | Joji to Muharrem

{ Nonverbal Starters }

Irritation coiled through him as he glanced over – though as soon as he realized it was one of Nassau’s local residents, his posture shifted and a notable calm touched upon his features. He was fast growing weary of matters here, though there was little he could do at this juncture without due cause. For now the best he could manage was to simply steer clear of his employer and the bloodthirsty like-minded that stood in his shadow.

“Yes,” He acknowledged the other’s announcement, gaze intent as he tried to place the man. He knew he had seen him before – there was no mistaking such notable features, not to mention someone so impossibly tall. It was who he had been with, and therefore his affiliations, that Muharrem was failing to recall. “Is there something I can help you with?” 

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{ Nonverbal Starters }

He was only vaguely aware of being lifted from the deck upon which he had fallen, his blood mingling with that of ally and foe alike as the battle raged on around him. He could hear the clashing of swords as if they were in the distance, rather than mere feet away – the sounds were dying down now, the turn of the tide in their favor by the time he had been struck low. 

Pain pierced and ebbed in the same tandem as a drum, seeming in one moment tolerable only to lance in the following beat. His body draped in the arms of another, Muharrem’s last truly coherent thought was a minor twinge of contempt for his opponent coming up from behind – if he were to die on the blade of a coward, his soul may never find rest. He had no choice – he would simply have to live.Â