poe clenched his side, he felt the 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 pain that stings and lingers with every movement, he huffed, and narrowed his gaze. ❛ how many times do i gotta’ tell you, i’m not a cowboy. ❜ the 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 looked like something out of a fairy tale, 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 , luscious golden locks, embroidered jewels, 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃, a cape that flowed in the wind. poe traced every outlet, every facet of the unnamed. and here he was, 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃 & 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃. rugged, unkempt, a rusty riffle , a dirt covered shirt, worn out leather boots. okay, okay , he looked like a cowboy. and cue the eye roll. ❛ yeah, i’ll try my best. come on, charming. give ‘em hell. ❜
❝ are you certain? ❞ julius questioned, half-smirked as he raised both brows at the stranger. he couldn’t help but notice the TATTERED state he was in. with a sigh, he placed one hand on his, covering the wound, whilst the other held his shoulder. he gives him a furrowed expression, a look of CONCERN. ❝ you’re in no shape to fight. you’re in dire need of a healer but ❞ if there wasn’t darkspawn, he would’ve taken him back to skyhold, it’ll have to wait, while he hacks a path through the monstrosities. ❝ if you could hold on . . . i’ll ❞ he tilts his head, what was that expression ? ❝ give ‘em hell? ❞ he said, foreign on his tongue, with a qurk of his brow. he releases his hold on him, and takes a step back, now facing the empty landscape, awaiting for darkspawn. he wields his sword, and looks back at him, ❝ charming? i like the sound of that. ❞
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