knightsoflegend | krozna ♔ our wrongs remain unrectified

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krozna ♔ our wrongs remain unrectified

WHO || Failboat, Mikhail Kalachnik, ?? ?? [closed]
WHAT || The Ex-Knights of Failboat arrive at Krozna
WHERE || Krozna, Russia
WHEN || 2 days after LA
HOW || Actionspam or prose

Sidelined from the mission that has been many of their lives for years, the group who had once stood against Keijen Blade has made a dangerous gambit - they've decided to leave the Knighthood, knowing they may never be allowed to return. With them, have gone Sam and Dean Winchester, and Faith Lehane. Their destination? A distant monastery overlooking the village of Krozna, in the Ural Mountains. This hidden location was home to many Shadowkind who did not wish to deal with the prejudice that their appearance might force upon them out in the world, particularly in Russia. Wynn had apparently established a location here for Knights that broke the rules of the Knighthood so extremely to reflect upon their crimes, or for those whose powers made it impossible for them to live out in civilized society.

This monastery of misfits is run by a man named Mikhail Kalachnik, a willing exile who volunteered for the position, a man vouched for as trustworthy by both Jack Chessing and Finnick Odair. It is here that the former Knights will set up a base of operations from which they intend to rescue Rafael Giovanni, research a way to stop Keijen Blade, and take him down once and for all, along with the evil Mind Master.

But first, they must get to know the exiled Knights with whom they will be sharing this hideout...

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Either way we gotta deal with him, so we have to figure out how to handle him bucking all the rules.

Not sure there is a way. Short of watching him like a hawk... [Another shake of her head.] I thought maybe we could be done with this shit but it just, never stops does it?

I wish I could tell you something else. I never wanted to drag anyone else into this, because there is no gettin' out, no matter how much it might feel like it for half a moment.

You didn't drag me into anything. [Cutting off that train of thought before he could tumble down that rabbit hole.] As I recall I stomped my way into it, despite all your warnings... I guess I just, never really understood what it's been like for you all these years. Why you, cut everyone out of your life.

[Because there was literally no escaping it. She got that now. From now until the day she died, she'd never be able to meet somebody without wondering if maybe, they had some agenda and it didn't matter if she had people she trusted, because they could trust the wrong people and that would be just as problematic. Just how she had trusted the wrong people and made things worse for Dean.]

I got sick of seeing every person I ever cared about as someone who I was gonna lose some day. Someone I was gonna be a burden to until the moment where they turned into one more thing for me to carry guilt around about.

[ he frowns ] Someone I couldn't even pretend to trust the way they'd probably deserve before that happened.

[It was easy for Rose to discount the first two points, because she'd be damned if she ever let anyone take her from him and he was the very opposite of a burden to her. All this hell bullshit had been destined to be a part of her life before they became intertwined but that last point takes her back to the conversation they'd had with Sam, her gut twisting at the memory of it.]

Does that include me? [ She doesn't look hurt, but rather expectant. Like she believes he's going to tell her the truth, even if it's the last thing she probably wants to hear.] Because I can't exactly blame you if you don't given... everything.

[She was the one who'd pulled him back in after he'd fought so hard to get out. The one who had allowed Des into their lives. Helen. Spike, who even knew who else.]

[ he looks over at her, as if it didn't even occur to him that she might take that to apply to her personally, but when she does, he seems to actually consider, a moment of revelation playing out on his face. ]

For whatever reason... no. [ he seems surprised himself by the realization, or maybe the ease of it ] You've never given me a reason to doubt you. Hell, you've done the opposite more times than I can count.

If they ever decide to get to me through you...

[ he smirks half-heartedly, injecting a little humor into the grim sentiment ] Guess I'm screwed.

[ It had been in her head for much longer than this last week, because while he had never given her any reason to believe that she'd let him down in some way, Rose couldn't shake the feeling that it was exactly what she'd done.

A long time ago she'd promised herself that she'd never let Hell use her to get to him, that she would be the one person in his life that would never be that weakness in his armor. Maybe she'd never betrayed him by allowing Hell to use her directly, but she had opened the door to people who could have gotten to Dean through her.

Perhaps that's why she looks surprised by his response, bracing for the worst and hearing the exact opposite.]

It wouldn't make any difference. [ A confidence in those words as she slides her stake back into its scabbard and takes a step closer to Dean. ] I'd have to allow it and there is nothing they could ever offer me that would see me do that to you.

[She'd sooner spend an eternity being tortured by Hell, than do anything she thought would betray Dean. Given their lives and history, however, she keeps that truth to herself.]

So I guess you're stuck with me. [Taking his lead and trying to lighten the conversation with a small smile.]

[ his hands find their way to her waist, holding her there firmly as he bridges some of that space between them ] Guess so.

Never thought I'd find anything like this, you know. Pretty much gave up on that whole idea. You must be pretty damn stubborn since you haven't cut and run yet.

[She'd been wrong to think of training or fighting as the place where she found her peace. That was her escape, her only way to tune out the world around her. This? This was the only way she could exist in a world that surrounded her with chaos and truly feel at peace. With him.]

Yes, I am. [Matter of fact as her grin widens, Rose's arms looping up around his shoulders.] But stubborn doesn't have anything to do with it. I'm exactly where I want to be.

[ his eyes scan her face, drinking in that smile, given that it's kind of a rare sight these days. he looks like he's run out of smart-ass replies, so instead he just leans in and kisses her with that grateful tenderness that he manages to show on occasion of his own. ] You're the one thing that's always good in my life.

[There'd been traces of desperation in their recent moments of intimacy, that sense of the walls closing in on them making every second tick by with a sense of urgency.

This kiss comes easier, lighter somehow, the intensity of it more from emotion than circumstance and her hand moves to curl around the material of his shirt, the fistful of cloth keeping him with her as their lips meet.]

Right back at you. [Their lips brushing with her words at her reluctance to move away.]

[ same tho. he doesn't retract very far, nodding his head to the side to indicate the roof they're on. ] You done out here, or you got more aggression to take out?

I'm done. [A shiver rolling through her body as the cold starts to hit her now she's stopped moving.] These Russian Winters suck too hard to stay out here.

Guess we'll have to find a way to warm up. [ he tugs her back towards the step ]

Remind me to thank Buffy for having Sam room with her. [What she thought she might never have sex again.]

Girl deserves a promotion.

Let's just make the most of it while we can. I think our room will be getting crowded once Raf gets back.

[Much like with Wynn, Rose would only consider the possibility that Raf might not return, when it was impossible for her to see it any other way.]

I suppose three's a crowd on either end.

Maybe we can find him a nice couch to call his own. [I mean there's a chance she's joking.]

I don't think that Mikhail guy believes in furniture.

Or alcohol. Tried to find something earlier but whatever that Faith chick had discovered was nasty. [Even by their standards.] Glad I never ended up here.

It's not like he could have forced these people to come if they weren't on board with it. Probably.

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