i'm sorry... are you speaking to me?
—zevran ask meme: @darkdabbling
"do i look in your direction? do my lips form the shape of your name?" she beckons as harshly as one might to a disobedient dog (that one did not like very much,) whistling through her teeth.
"the rotted stench of your undead thralls bears objection. remove them from camp."








