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a present for roman aka bae aka @briisingr

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#briisingr #;; verse: modern version one || au #knife tw #prison tw #grave tw #death tw

Well met, Shadeslayer

The rider’s eyes narrow, darkened with suspicion (and a hidden fleck of perplexion, provided one knew what to look for - and why wouldn't he?) «It seems,» he treads cautiously, « I must say the same.»

#(our Eragons are different heights and for some reason I find that hilarious))#briisingr

briisingr !

‘ a question, if i may ! have you made enemies with a herd of cattle lately? ’

#briisingr #┆█ ✕ v. undetermined.┆#oh gOD ALEXEI WHAT DID YOU DO

✥ ✣ ❋ ✦ ✪ ❇ ilysm ok bae

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✥ I have roleplayed with you and it was great ✣ I like the way you express your muse❋ Your blog is one of my favs✦ I like seeing you on my dash✪ You seem like a cool person ❇ I love the way you write

{gOODNESS i love u so so much….so much…sO MUCH}also i would like to point out about our iconsyour eragon has a blueish glowand my murtagh has a reddish glowand that’s really important to me}

#;; a keepsake || saved #;; the storyteller || out of character #{my precious bae}#briisingr

briisingr [cont.]:

HE DID NOT THINK even for a moment to fight the command, or to ask why. they had not served together for long, but he had quickly learned to place UNCONDITIONAL trust in arya’s judgement ( the same sort of trust he hoped she had in him ). lips nearly g r a z e d her cheek as he leaned in, chuckling. the close proximity was DISTRACTION, of course, but one that faded as their eyes met and he glimpsed the burning intensity in her gaze. THEIR MISSION was the reason for it, he knew. either they succeeded today and the war turned in the favor of the varden, surda, and everyone else who did not want to live u n d e r galbatorix’s thumb any longer, or they DIED as freedom fighters, as martyrs for the cause.

pulling away s l o w l y, he turned the smile on his face into an AWED one, throwing his arm out in a gesture to encompass all of uru’baen. some meaningless, foolish comment about its grandeur t u m b l e d from his lips as he scanned for another guard patrol like the one they had NARROWLY avoided. though it was unlikely they would be spotted, or that their identification would be discovered as FAKE, they could not risk a single guard glimpsing enough of their faces to recognize two ‘enemies of the empire’.

he wondered if the hard drive ( blue dragon, their secret weapon ) sat heavy as a lead BRICK in arya’s pocket, or wherever she had chosen to hide it. if it did, she certainly s h o w e d no indication in the WELL-CRAFTED curve of her lips. to all the world, she, they, appeared nothing more than a newlywed couple, honeymooning in the capital.

oh, how wrong the world was.

It was UNNERVING how close the two of them were standing. In her stilettos, she was almost taller than Eragon. His sudden growth-spurt not so long ago had taken her quite aback ( and she had sworn to make up for the distance with the razor-sharp shoes; she was excused by the fact that they could make for impromptu WEAPONS ). Her blood was buzzing, and the smile she sent him wasn’t a fake one. It shone and gleamed and danced in her eyes. She felt his eyelashes against her temple and ignored the jolt in her chest.

His acting was not the best she had seen, but it would suffice for their mission, and she was painfully aware of the adoration in his eyes. At least his devotion to her would not be questioned. And her smiles came easily, which definitely supported the story of their happy union. As did the rock on her finger. It was her mother’s property, but had been donated to the greater cause.

❛ I had no idea you were so poetic, babe. ❜

The laughter in her voice could EASILY be taken as being generally pleased with this development, however it was, in fact, a rather mocking statement – as was the endearment. She nearly scrunched her nose up at that one. Her distaste should be obvious to anyone, who listened close, but she cared little. Because her hand found his and she found herself appreciating the feeling of his skin against her own. Leaning into him, she pressed her lips softly to his cheek. They left a red LIPSTICK mark. She let it be, and intentionally failed to inform him of it. ( The more ridiculous they looked, the less suspicious they seemed, and he definitely looked silly like that ).

❛ Come on, I want to see a more EXCITING side of this city. ❜

& with that, she pulled at his hand. They looked disgustingly domestic.

#briisingr #; FITE ME.#♛┆ᵉᶰᵉᵐᶤᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵐᵖᶤʳᵉ ( au. ) ❜