The clock tower at the heart of Stonemarket hardly held a candle to a castle. Then again, he didn’t have much experience infiltrating castles, so, for all he knew, this could be a largely oversized one. Either way, he knew it was going to be a long night. His satchel probably wouldn’t be big enough for all he really desired. He’d have to be picky, as thieves never returned to the scene of a crime. At least, not usually.
He decided he would hit the bedrooms first. He’d heard word that it was a monarchy ruled by a queen, and if there was one thing he was sure of, it was that rich, powerful women tended to have exceptional jewelry collections.
Blackhand came in the dead of night, slipping past guards almost routinely. Wherever he went, they all seemed to possess the same behavior. Not that he was complaining. It was nice to know what to expect. His boots were silent when navigating the halls, taking note of how colorful the place was. For some reason he expected something more … greyscale. He supposed, living his entire life in The City, this place was a flourish in comparison. Perhaps they had yet to have a plague befall them.
It took him longer than he wanted, but he eventually reached a bedroom with the convenient tip of a sleepy servant’s conversation. There were two rich women here. Sisters, however only one ruled supremely. Interesting. He almost grinned at the thought of doubling his loot. But he had to focus. He could admire the haul later. Primal eye peaked through the keyhole before entering, minding his step as he went. He wouldn’t bother checking the bed, as it was more of a risk than he wanted. In, get the goods, out. A simple method, but an effective one that never failed to keep him on track.
Pale digits found a vanity, and he went to work, sifting quietly through the drawers and observing each item the pads of his fingers brushed over to decide to take or not to take. It really would be a long night,
Since the accident, has passed some time and as the monarch, Elsa was doing her best to improve the life of her kingdom in general. The first thing she decided to take care about was the safety, so it was no wonder that she decided to increase an army and the number of guards. However, the majority of the newcomers were only studying how to protect their native kingdom. That was the reason that the guards could miss something or someone…
After a long hard day, full of royal affairs and duties, Elsa was happy to get in her bed finally and let her aching body to relax. However, she was a light sleeper and every tiny noise or motion wouldn’t be left unnoticed for her. The queen was slowly falling asleep, when suddenly she felt some rush - the door to her bedroom was open and then closed. After so many years of living behind the closed door, she knew any single corner and grain of sand in that bedchamber and she had nothing to doubt about - she wasn’t alone in the room. However, she wasn’t in a hurry to pass herself off. She was lying there with her eyes opened widely, right until the moment when the shadow reached her chest of drawers - something clicked - it was the mechanism of the drawers. Elsa soundlessly threw back the blankets and swung her bare feet to the floor. Without any explanation or discovering, she waved her hands, locking the stranger in the cage made out of thick layer of ice.
” Well -well -well, what have we here? “ she said coming up closer to take a better look of the perpetrator.
JUST FUCKING LISTEN.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN BUT NOT LIKE YOU KNOW IT
reblog so others can hear it!
Where the hell are the Victorian Goths they should be all over this.
*SMASHES REBLOG BUTTON*
Everybody needs to be over this
I’m so tempted to add this to my blog….
WANT TO RP WITH THOUGH IM TOO DAMN SHY:
DISTANT ADMIRATION AND IDOLS THAT I AM NOT WORTHY OF:
I’m probably missing a lot of people I wanted to put on here but I’m too lazy to go through and locate more since theres only a spacebar instead of an auto indent tab on these things
Thanks for the four years guys. Glad some of you have decided to stick around and multiple gracious thank yous to the people not in my muse’s fandom who have given me a chance to prove myself to you with my writing skills and my muse.
I do want to plot with all of my mutuals and some people I haven’t realized are following me. If you want to plot or want a starter please please let me know. Things will slow down for me starting tomorrow since college classes start up tomorrow at 8 am sharp.
Diaval flew over the new kingdom, looking around for well any snacks he could easily come by, it wasn’t until he felt a sharp pain in his wing and began falling to the ground. He let out caws of distress of of course no one would care to notice as he hit the ground. He struggled to get back up, flapping his wings a few times to try to shake the arrow out. But that of course only cause more pain.
Then he heard a voice, he quickly tried to get away from her, but hesitated a tad as she spoke. He let out a small caw as she touched the arrow turning it into ice. He looked back up to her, as he picked him up. He was no longer struggling, but his chest was still rising and falling rather quickly as he was still unsure about her.
She knew that the bird was scared. She could see it in his tiny eyes.
” How dared they to hurt such a beautiful bird? " she snorted a bit, but then smiled kindly again. Carefully, she took the pieces of arrow away, knowing that it wouldn’t cause pain, as she froze the wound.
“ Here we are, “ she whispered as she was examining his wound. Then, her graceful thin finger started to stroke his feathers on his body.
” I won’t leave you here to meet your death.” she promised, looking down at him.
Diaval let out a few soft caw as she spoke to him, moving around a tad in her arms as he grew restless. He seemed to calm down however as she began to stroke his feathers. Maleficent did something of the short when she would speak to others, almost mindlessly.
He could turn into a man and walk away…but that could frighten the woman, and that was the last thing he wished to do.
Elsa chuckled softly, when the bird let out some soft caws. The queen slowly raised to her feet, carefully carrying the raven. She took off her shoulders her cape and wrapped it around the crow.
” What a noble bird you are,” she tenderly whispered to the bird. ” Let’s go back to the castle. We have to heal your wing, my love, “ she told him. Elsa couldn’t tell why but she knew that he was realizing every single world she said. He had such a clever eyes and such a strong body, she had no doubts that the craw was the male. She carefully pressed him to her chest, carrying him to Arendelle.
” Are you alright?” she whispered, making few steps closer to him.
He made to move a few steps further away, thinking that this person must be here to mock him and throw stones like the rest of them — but then he realized who it was.
"E-Elsa…" He lowered his hands, but he couldn’t stop shaking.
She could see him trembling, his shaking voice could tell about how stressed he was.
“ Yeah, that’s me, dear,” the queen said, before she made a few steps closer to him and gave him comforting soft smile.
” I’m here for you,” she said kindly.