valors-crossroads:

“Aye. Threat.” Murdo responded, turning his head to see that Once had rested a hand on one of his pistols. “Oh, do not worry yourself. The creature seldom notices me anymore. I am too much trouble for it.” He joked.

In reality, the creature; a demon who malfested itself as a bear, was more than capable of ending his life. It had nearly done so on two occasions, not to mention having risked the life of his lover on said occasion. He had regretted ever challenging the creature. But, his fate was sealed.

“See that?” He asked, pointing forth to a rather warm looking glow. “Theres m’smithy.”

Well, if it wasn’t a threat anymore, then that was a relief. He slowly lowered his hand again and took a deep breath. He’d help Murdo fight, if there was ever an issue.

Once’s eyes flickered in the direction his friend had gestured in, and he gripped at his elbow. “…I haven’t…. Been welcomed into a home, in ages….”

(Source: allthisforaloafofbread)

theonewhoisruledbyfear:

Put one (or more) of these in my ask box, and I’ll answer them!

☾ : Sleep headcanon

☠ : Drinking/drunk headcanon

☼ : Childhood headcanon

☯ : Genderbent headcanon

⋆ : Sex headcanon

☮ : Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

☄ : Any AU headcanon (modern, school, medieval, and so on)

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♒ : Any other question of your choosing

valors-crossroads:

The walk was a bit… Daunting. Murdo seldom spoke of any words. Mainly things such as ‘Feel free to help yourself to anything at my smithy’ or ‘Its all going to be okay’. Alas, it was not. The elf knew, that hell had broken loose during Once’s journey. And that Wolf had payed the price.

The forest was…. Well, silent. Nary a bird crowed. Nary a boar snorted. There was just… Silence. The forest seemed dead. Lonely, even. Suitable for its name.

“We’re nearly there lad.” The elf informed, whipping his head around every so often, as if looking for something. “Do forgive me for being…. A bit quite during this walk. I’m just trying to look out for a potential threat.”

It’s all going to be okay.

He wished he could believe that. He really did.

Once bit his tongue gently, to stay silent. Wolf would have been another year older today. Instead, who knew what had become of him, after Sokka had pulled him away from the body? Had the marines left it there to rot?

Attention perking, one of his hands rested on one of his pistols, “Threat?”

(Source: allthisforaloafofbread)

valors-crossroads:

Murdo shook his head with a heavy sigh, before beckoning for Once to follow. “Come on, you.” He simply responded. “M’smithy isn’t too far away. We can speak about what transpired there.”

Though, he figured he already knew. Wolf was gone. Simple as that. Not to mention, the fact that Once had a good few new scars littered around his person… Especially, the one on his neck. Such a thing could of been lethal.

He didn’t bother arguing. He hadn’t seen any Marines in town (thank God), so he wasn’t too worried about being deterred from what he needed to do. He’d just have to make sure he grabbed his fair share of supplies before returning.

Once stuffed his hands in his pockets as he followed his old friend.

(Source: allthisforaloafofbread)

valors-crossroads:

“Hm…. Well, if you tell me whom the captain is, I will waste no time in trying to use my guile and good looks to pursuade him otherwise.” The elf merely responded with a light chuckle. “In all seriousness though, you look  as if you could use a night on land. And not in a rickety hammock or otherwise.”

Making a soft sigh, and brushing back some rogue strands of hair, the elf looked around once again for any familiar faces. Partially in a blind hope to see Wolf, despite the words of the Onceler. Another to pick out any crew members. Still. It was in vain.

This wouldn’t have been hitting him quite as hard, if had not been his birthday. They shared it… And it was a painful reminder that Wolf was gone. He fidgeted with the sash at his waist, a pistol tucked in at each hip.

“Calla,” He uttered, “…My captain is Calla…. But… Look, don’t worry about it…”

(Source: allthisforaloafofbread)

valors-crossroads:

“Hm…. I may be able to convince the lad to allow the ship to stay overnight. You look as if you could use a good night’s rest.” Murdo informed, folding his arms as he once again looked over Onceler.

…. He was rather worried, at this point. Unknowing of Wolf’s fate. Unaware of the hell the young man had undergone. Why was there a scar on his neck? Was a hanging attempted on him? Did someone try to slit his throat? He had to know.

“He’s not the captain,” Once’s gaze met Murdo’s for a moment. He appreciated the thought, but… He hadn’t been sleeping well, anywhere he was. It was nightmares that kept him up—not the movement of the ship.

(Source: allthisforaloafofbread)

valors-crossroads:

“Alright… How long are you docked for, Once?” He asked. “And are you with anyone? Uh… Sokka, perhaps?” The elf asked in a rather uncertain tone.

Uncertain, as a rather sickening feeling of dread began settling over him, like a layer of snow. He knew, that Wolf was not present. He had been thinking to himself, that he must be on the ship. Or that they left him somewhere to recover…. Or maroon him.

… That wasn’t a pleasant thought.

“Just, just curious. Just wanting to gage my time well.”

He shrugged halfheartedly, “A…. A few hours…? Tops… S-Sokka’s…. Somewhere… Around town,” He hadn’t the faintest idea where, though.

Murdo hadn’t the faintest idea of what they’d been through. The war…. Impel Down…. Losing his daughter and husband… With a deep breath, he glanced aside.

(Source: allthisforaloafofbread)

valors-crossroads:

It took nary longer than ten seconds for the elf to notice something was off. The way the smile faded from the Onceler’s lips. The way how he stuttered, how he looked pale…

… Something had transpired. Something dire. Something, which involved Wolf. That would explain why the shape-shifter was no where near them.

“… The docks are not the place to talk of such a thing.” The lycanthrope whispered. “Look, I can take you back to my smithy. We can discuss things there. Okay?”

“…Yeah,” He breathed with a gentle nod. Once was taken by surprise, though—most people they had met, had been friends with Wolf, and had rarely spoken with him. But Murdo was helping…?

Dulled blue eyes flickered around the docks, looking for Sokka—or Calla, even. None of them were in sight—they must have been gathering supplies.

(Source: allthisforaloafofbread)

valors-crossroads:

The elf kept his rather happy grin. The lad seemed tired. But, given how he assumed, Once was out at sea for a rather long time, that was to be expected. He, Once, Wolf and Sokka. They could meet at his smithy for a drink and to fill the lycanthrope in.

… Oh, if only he knew~

“Where’s Wolf? I haven’t seen the lad in ages. I’d just love to know what has happened as of late.” Murdo mused, looking around for any sign on the black haired male.

A small, sad, bitter smile crossed his lips as his gaze slipped away. Oh, it’d been awhile since he had to explain to anyone. However, Once didn’t feel like holding even a sad smile, and it faded quickly.

”..I…” His throat suddenly felt dry, and his body tensed.

“Once…. I love you…..”
“What’s wrong with Daddy?!”

“M-Murdo….”

(Source: allthisforaloafofbread)

Anonymous sent:

welcome back ENJOYYY YOUR BIRTHDAY W/O WOLF

You mocked me on Valentines day.

You are not doing so again, on our birthdays.