#bornofloss

[pxnxply]

@born-of-loss

Ugh. Skyhold’s tavern was busier than he had expected tonight. Surana slunk down from his perch on the battlements - quiet and spacious, just how he liked it - and worked his way over to the bar. Drink finally obtained, he scanned the room for a free spot to enjoy it.

In the corner of the tavern, he nursed his drink and watched the crowd. Where they celebrating something? What had the Inquisitor been up to?

[altsmultimuse]

@born-of-loss​ asked: ❝ i don’t understand, but i want to try. ❞ - Reina to Jaskier — Things that you want to hear.

     "I know, I know, it—— what?"      The statement catches him by surprise. Normally when Jaskier complains, it is met with pointed looks, snarky witticisms, or even hostility. He has come to expect it. Reina's response is kind and sympathetic. It's quite refreshing.      "Really? WOW, that's... very kind. Oh." He pauses and holds his hands to his chest. "Be still, my beating heart. Are you trying to win me over?"

[thegreatstrongbow]

📜 -Reina

Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse

Beleg: I learned some very valuable lessons from this. Reina: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away. Beleg: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God.

[therelentless]

{ @born-of-loss​ ;; cont.

“Maybe? I don’t know.” He shrugged. -- Nandor rarely used elevators, he saw it far more convenient to fly up to someone’s window and asked to be let in. “I do remember reading this article about someone that got stuck in an elevator for the entire weekend, but I don’t think that’s going to happen here, I mean! what are the chances?” Nandor laughed at this, obviously, still rather calmed about the whole thing.

[dirthara-an]

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[mun facts] accepting

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lmao four at once? alright, here goes....

I'm currently studying to become a pet acupuncturist.

I'm bilingual, speaking English and German.

I'm also a cosplayer.

I have very poorly developed sense of pain. Getting a tattoo for me is hardly painful at all.

[jiaolong-rp]

@born-of-loss 🐉

Pierce has to bite his lip at the questions, revealing Zitian’s lack of expertise in the area of hot, caffeinated beverages.

“Coffee is a drink, lad. Like…tea.” Tea, Pierce had come to realise, was universal to….pretty well everyone from every culture he’d ever encountered. So far. Maybe Zitian would shock him again. “It can make…a few cupe at a time, I suppose, of varying sizes, depending how much ye plan tae drink.” He says this as Zitian begins rapidly moving around the space, begging the question where was he from?! He knew what a fridge was, but not a coffee maker.

“Are ye too hot?” Pierce asked as the cool refrigerated air trickles out, dusting his ankles with a chill. “I can turn on the Air Conditioning.”

The swishing tail froze immediately, the tip raised high like an excited cat's tail. Reemerging from the fridge, Zitian regarded Pierce with a curious head tilt.

"Air-kendish.... shning?"

His eyes immediately scanned the kitchen counter, as if he expected to find this mysterious airkendishning thing to be standing there somewhere. Despite his cattish grace and mannerism, it was really more like watching a large excited dog, that got let loose in a new playground. His large muscular tail constantly swishing this and that away, always on the verge of throwing things of counters, or banging into shelfs.

[pride-of-azkets]

@born-of-loss sent "ah, fuck it" to shove my muse against the wall for a surprise kiss

If only it were so easy to catch the man off guard.

He'd spent the last decade behind bars for embezzlement and had another 3 years of parole looming over his head before he'd be free. That, and the healthy chunk of money he'd be missing from his wallet. But that was less important now than it had been 10 years ago when all this was fresh news, now it was simply a hell that he'd groveled in for more time than he had left.

That's where Reina had come in, the excitable neighbor he had wanted no part in when he'd gotten out. But she'd moved in next to his parent's old house that he'd inherited during his incarceration and had become obsessed with the idea that they would be friendly neighbors.

They hadn't been.

But somehow, she'd worked her way past his front door increasingly often until she began to just invite herself in to leave dinners or baked goods, or just his mail on the kitchen counter. Begrudgingly he began to accept her presence until this. Until now.

He caught her hair in one harsh fist, balled at the nape of Reina's neck, but didn't immediately peel her off. For a moment he allowed her to kiss him, and then slowly returned the kiss before, without warning, biting down hard on her lip and wrenched her away. Angrily he wiped at his mouth, frowned at the stain of her lipstick smeared on the back of his hand.

"The fuck were you thinking?" His tone is aggressive and pushy, but he doesn't advance on her. He has no intention of hurting her, but the surprise of being kissed was certainly enough to edge him off his game. "What was that?!"

[vivere-mendacium]

@born-of-loss

“Oh, I have a room.” Reina says, a bit embarrassed. “But it’s rather common knowledge where it is so I can’t really hide there.” The nature of her position here means she does a fair amount of visits there. Dupuis himself would come to her room to play cards with her, all the while judging the set-up of the small room, just off the second floor of the round tower of the great hall.

She gives him a once over. “Would you though? Perish the thought?” She chuckles. “You don’t strike me as the shy type, though I’ve been wrong before.”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary. I know how to remain unseen. Though, apparently not quite well enough.” She turns to gaze over distant mountaintops. “I was actually thinking, hopefully when it warms up a bit later, I might walk beyond the battlements and head out to gather some herbs. Or something.” She wasn’t sure, yet. She would probably find out from the guards when Dupuis left. Then she wouldn’t have to scarper around like a mouse.

“If only my mother could see me now…” She murmured to the wind. Seraphina would have known how to handle Dupuis…

"Oh, I'm usually not the one who gets shy at my nakedness", Dorian casually teased back. But it was a relief to know, that she wouldn't be loitering on the rooftops the entire time. That thought was a bit disconcerting, after all.

Following her gaze, he shuddered instinctively. "I can't imagine it warming up enough on this dreadful mountain top, for anything to grow out there. Although, I heard the Inquisitor plans on setting up a medicinal garden in the inner courtyard. If all else fails, I'm sure you can always take a gander around there."