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𝑹𝑼𝑩𝒀 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑶 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑴𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑳 that she hadn't expected the kiss and let out a short mmph before letting herself fall into it. "Then you shall have me," she breathed and lowered her hands from his face to brush against the top of his trousers.
"You'll have to lift your arms up if you want me to take this off." Perhaps it was unkind to tease, but still Ruby allowed herself a moment of playfulness, running her fingers from his hips in to the center of his waist, dancing against his skin before slipping up and under his shirt.
Already, she could feel the ridges of unseen scars. The very idea that anyone would hurt someone as sweet as Muriel ached, and Ruby was determined to be gentle with him. Perhaps she wouldn't be able to heal his past wounds, but she could at least make sure he felt safe with her no matter what he looked like.
"Can you reach that high?"
It was the first time he'd ever teased her so openly. Ruby was tall, yes, but he was certainly taller. He figured he could at least help her with the tunic. Grabbing it, he lifted his arms and tugged it off, dropping it unceremoniously to the floor of the tent.
Dark hair dusted his chest and belly, with swaths of scars cutting through it. The life of a gladiator had been unkind to his body. Despite the nervousness that was radiating through him at the thought of Ruby seeing all of those scars, he resisted the urge to hide.
And, really, at that point, there was no hiding his erection and how eager he was, despite the bit of anxiety he was still feeling.
His fingers brushed against the hem of Ruby's tunic and he swallowed thickly. "Can I...?" He tugged it a bit, hoping she'd understand what he was asking. He wasn't sure he could finish the sentence without sputtering from embarrassment.
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Neverminding that barrier of humility and terrible shyness, doth Roland bend his face to catch Muriel's eyes, that brilliant green, that shining lace of shed tears. He smiles warmly, his dimples pressed in beautifully.
"Thou art welcome," murmurs Roland, and dost so wink as like a true Rogue.
"What say thee, Inanna?" says Roland, too, as he meanders with cleaning and finally drying, and wrapping again those bandages with clean linen. His handsome brows dost in thrice at the wolf, this gorgeous beast what always watches. "Wilt thou stay here, too, and make sentinel of the Wood surround?"
He pets her at the ear, massaging her lymph nodes for better pleasure. "Wilt thou bark and snarl at disapproving interlopers?" coos he. "Become the Right Hand of this lovely giant in my stead?"
The wink makes him blush darker, but even Muriel can't help but let a tiny smile tug at the corner of his mouth. He stays still as Roland finishes up with the bandages.
Inanna's tongue lolls out of her mouth, tail thumping happily on the floor as she leans into Roland's touch. She took to him like a duck takes to water. Absolutely smitten. Muriel knows for a fact she sneaks into Roland's bed at night to snuggle with him.
It's cute, though. He can't be angry about it.
He reaches out and scratches underneath her chin. "She likes you a lot," he murmurs. "I'm glad she's happy."
𝑹𝑼𝑩𝒀 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑳𝒀 𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫 𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑯 𝑶𝑭 Niamh's advisors and allies, poring over Leliana's notes and following up on any incomplete leads, if only to satisfy her own mistrust. It was unnecessary, perhaps, but the last thing Ruby would tolerate is allowing dangerous individuals near her sister.
And yet she still wasn't quite prepared to see the man in the flesh. Iron Bull was far from the first Qunari she'd met, but his demeanor left it feeling like he took up even more room than he truly did. "Thank you, sir. I'll see to it that it's put away properly." Ruby was careful not to let any discomfort show as she rose, nor to let their hands brush as she took the book from Bull's hand.
Ruby was unnaturally tall, and yet she still barely compared to Iron Bull. His arms were thicker than her waist. No doubt he could crush her without a second thought. Even if she trusted him not to, that didn't change the fact that he could. "Was there anything else I could do for you?"
The librarian (Ruby was her name, wasn't it?) was dressed in extravagant Orlesian fashion, which was a contrast to most of the other people wandering around Skyhold. Perhaps she was an associate of Josephine's. He did know that Niamh was fond of her, but from what she had said, they hadn't met until the librarian had come to Skyhold.
Interesting.
"Nah. I might take a look around, if that's okay with you. Haven't been in here yet." He shifted and held his hand out to her, this time to shake, and he grinned. "The Iron Bull. Nice to meet you, Miss...?"
Walter had had his skepticisms about this "Rhythorn" right out of the tin. "He's a what?" he'd asked, brows furrowed already when the castle's head guard had announced a new member to him who had never served in Albion's army. He didn't care that he was big- "wait, how big?"- or muscle clad- "he can lift how much, you say?"- or even a foreigner with nowhere else to be employed- "wait, he broke the record for—"
Well, at the very least he wanted to meet this man who had managed to skip so many steps to potentially be working right outside his personal bedroom at any moment by stature and ability alone. He trusted his King's judgment, for the most part... usually. Still, hiring what's been described to him as a giant of a man, right off bat, and who had no Alban blood seemed more than dubious.
But, Sir Walter went into the meeting with his usual brand of optimism.
As soon as he laid eyes on Rhythorn, of course, he could see what everyone had been talking about. "Better to have a thing like him where we can see him, on our side of the fight, Sir!" a guardsman had said to him rather loutishly, something he couldn't disagree with. There was no hiding the path of Walter's eyes across his body, taking in his frame and the exceptional signs of battle across it. When at last they made it to his face, Walter's neck having to crane up to do so, they were accompanied by a small, courteous sort of expression as one would give a passing stranger in the street.
"Hello there. Rhythorn, is it? Sir Walter Beck." He offered no hand to shake, expecting a salute from his underling. "The men have told me a bit about you... Now's your chance to set the record straight, before we get started. Anything I should know?"
In his entire life, Rhythorn had never saluted anyone. Then again, that wasn't something his people did - they respected their superiors, sure, but saluting? Eugh.
He could only imagine what the other guards had said about him. He'd heard some of it, with his exceptional hearing, but it wasn't anything he hadn't heard before. Brute, monster. Things of that sort. Did it stop the sting of it? No, but he had gotten adept at wearing a mask.
Shrugging, he said, "Nothing I can think of in particular. If you have questions, I'm willing to answer them." His voice was a deep, deep timbre, like the rumble of a mountain.
"Though I am surprised your king hired me so quickly. I'd have expected him to have a bit more of a process for hiring new guards. Not that I'm complaining about having a job, but..." Another shrug.
@fieldsofstardew (alex)
For her first few days in Pelican Town, Tommi did not leave the farmhouse.
Mostly, it was because it needed a thorough deep clean. It had been tidied up a bit and Robin had repaired most of the holes, but there was still some dust and grime. Not to mention the rest of her moving boxes had finally been dropped off, which mean...unpacking. Lots and lots of unpacking.
She was finished, though! Now she just needed to go to the store to pick up a few more essentials. And seeds. Seeds were definitely needed if she wanted to try being a farmer. It would also be good to introduce herself to people and figure out the general layout of the town.
However, all thoughts of those things flew out the window when she saw a dog.
The gasp that escaped her was comical. She stood on her tiptoes, leaning a bit on the fence so she could get a better look at the lazing dog. He was sound asleep, snoring up a storm, and utterly adorable.
"Awwww. Sweet baby!" She wanted to pet him, but she didn't want to invade his personal space. And it probably would be frowned upon for her to scale the fence just to pet a dog.
"You're such a cutie patootie!"
Curled up at Rhythorn’s side like a contented, pampered house cat, chin perched on his hand, Mal couldn’t help but be both amused and taken aback by the nonchalance with which the orc described his injuries, showing off the partially healed burn scars crawling up his forearm and describing the moment one of the bandits had run him through with their blade — whilst he was still on fire.
The florist’s blue eyes were wide with disbelief, his relief that the other had made it out of such a perilous encounter with his life all the more palpable. “That’s so awful.” He murmured, shaking his head softly. Though, after a moment, his lips quirked up at the corners as it occurred to him that there was the faintest glimmer of a bright side to what had transpired on Rhythorn’s travels. “But you’re still here, which means you’re tougher than the lot of them. And the scars give you a bit of rugged charm, I think.” His eyes glittered with warm amusement. “Just let me know if you’re in any pain. I’ve got a few things that might do the trick. Lots of alcohol, mostly.”
To think about what he had been up to in the orc’s absence was almost laughable, boring and mundane as it all seemed in comparison. With a noncommittal hum Mal lifted a shoulder in an easy shrug, unable to resist scooting in closer to Rhythorn’s side, laying his head gently upon his shoulder. “There isn’t much to tell.” He admitted. “Everything’s exactly as it was before you left, more or less. I found myself wondering at times whether I ought to have gone with you.”
A laugh rumbled in his chest. "Rugged charm? I'll take it." He bumped his knuckle under Mal's chin, giving him a lopsided grin. "I'm fine for now. The healer I saw gave me plenty of potions. But if that changes, I'll let you know."
His expression shifted when Mal rested his head against his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around him, tucking him securely against his side. The deep sigh that left him was bone weary, yet content. He'd missed this.
"I'm glad you didn't, this time. If you'd gotten hurt..." His grip tightened just a fraction, brow furrowing. "I don't know if I would've been able to stand it. But, if you'd like, we could take a trip sometime. Go on a less dangerous adventure. One with fewer fireballs and bandits."
Falling silent for a few moments, he rested his head against Mal's. "There's nothing wrong with a quiet life, I think," he murmured eventually. "Especially if you have someone to spend it with."
Updated my muse list!
Removed some OCs i just never write with or want to revamp, moved a couple of muse to the request only section, added a new canon muse for testing, and linked to some wiki pages for my canon muses just to take some stress off of myself re: finishing bios.
I am Cassandra Pentaghast, Seeker of the Chantry.
The Arcana
The Apprentice’s Shop
Book VIII vs Book XIV
That's growth, I love him so much ggggggg
Thinking about my girlie Stjarna today. I love her...
Two beautiful pieces of my apprentice Stjärna Rue by @interuptingvolcano! I highly recommend commissioning her, her art is so lovely and she’s so sweet!
The first is Stjärna with shark Stjärna from Lucio’s sea life key chain. XD The second is Stjärna in her Winter Ball gown!
A premonition of Spring
Mucha equinox 4/6 with Muriel
@toprotectandscrve (walter)
The job, truthfully, had just sort of fallen into his lap by providence.
There were no orcs in Albion. He had known that before he stepped foot into the country. He was used to stares, to dirty looks, to people cowering away from him. So, he had expected that and more when he arrived. It didn't deter him from looking for work.
Bowerstone Castle was in need of guards. While he'd never worked at a castle, his time as a warrior and mercenary seemed suitable enough experience. He was directed there by a kindly old grandmother.
The hiring process was...well. A bit fast. The King himself met with him - a young man, with a seemingly good head on his shoulders, and he was quick to invite Rhythorn to join them. Perhaps he could sense that, really, the orc had nowhere else to go.
Other than returning home to Brigmar. He wasn't keen on doing that just yet.
At least he didn't have to wear a suit of armor. He was allowed to wear his own leather armor and clothing, since they wouldn't have anything in his size, anyways.
It was his first official day. He was going to be given a tour of Bowerstone and the grounds by someone named Sir Walter. He was content to wait where he was told until the other man arrived.
