#dropsofred

[hidinginhumor]

“I told you to drink, not to argue.” (If you're still accepting~)

Forgot the Meme: But Accepting because you’re baaaack

Neil looked from the mug that was definitely alcohol of some sort to Marrick and back. He really shouldn’t. He had an important meeting with the Viscount in the morning that he couldn’t miss. And coming in hungover would be worse than not arriving at all. Besides, he’d had way too much to drink last night. No need to make himself sick two nights in a row. And on top of that–

Oh, fuck it.

Neil grabbed the mug and downed half the burning liquid in one go. “Maker, I needed that. Thanks.”

[helpforwherethehurtis]

@drops-of-red liked for a banter starter

“You’re...Quiet. The song should sing around you, but it’s dim. Why?”

[crowbound]

✖ @drops-of-red continued from here

          ✖ “Is that it? Am I just a guy you let fuck you?” Kaey is being a bit unreasonable, it’s true -- && he does remember Marrick talking about not being good in a single relationship, but he’d also discussed it with him. Now, looking at the mage, he feels his stomach drop a bit. Forcing himself to swallow, the elf looks away. “Yeah, I remember.” Voice soft. “&& I said it was fine as long as you told me, so I knew. So this wouldn’t happen.” 

     There was that little itch in the back of his mind, the voice that said you’re just an object, he doesn’t actually care. No matter how he tried to force it down it returned, as persistent as ever. Now, turning away, putting his hands on the table, the rogue exhales, letting his head hang. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have...” && it came again: you’re weak, you’re letting him walk all over you. Kaey bites his lip, trying to fight the urge to walk away.

     But what he needed was something to hold onto, something to chase away the voice, to dull the sharp sting he felt growing in his chest. Fingers curling into fists against the tabletop, the ex-Crow jerks away, his body language more aggressive than he portrayed in his tone. He stalks away, as far as he can in the small abode. He sits, staring into the fire, takes up a mug of water that he pretends his alcohol -- the imagined burn as he swallows helps chase away his demons.

[crowbound]

I want the K (Hehehe)

Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number: 3. nose kiss

          ✖“Have I mentioned that I’m better than you at hunting?          Because I am.” Kaey says, smiling as he pushes the door           to the hut closed with his foot. Chuckling, he puts the ram          down on the table, then turns to look at the mage. Moving          closer, he takes Marrick’s hands, leaning forward to press          a gentle kiss to his nose. “I’ll skin it if you cook – you’re          not any good at skinning either, though I do like it when          you cook.” He winks, pulling away. “You’re lucky I’m here.” 

[crowbound]

⚠ *carries him to bed to tuck him in uou*

Send ⚠ to pick up/carry my muse.

          ✖ When his feet are suddenly lifted from the ground, his          whole body lurching off balance, the rogue yelps, body          tensing at the unexpected motion. At first he tries to push          the grip away, attempting to wriggle free of the arms          wrapped around him, but slowly stops, coming to relax          in his position off the ground, looking back at the mage          with a look of mild hurt && confusion.

          “Don’t…” Kaey can’t finish the sentence, trying to control          his breathing; he didn’t like being grabbed unexpectedly,           && being carried was completely foreign to him. After           a pause he finally manages a light, tight smile. “If I wasn’t           so tired I could have… hurt you when you did that.” The           elf says quietly, looking away. When he sees where he’s           being taken he sighs. “You didn’t have to… I could have           made it myself, Marrick. I’m not that tired.”

           When he’s placed down he glances up at the mage, then           away again. “You… you surprised me.”

[crowbound]

✖ @drops-of-red continued from here

          ✖ This is too much; Kaey had watched his sister draw a knife           across her arm in Kirkwall Circle, not for the sake of blood           magic but to end her own suffering, && here he saw a similar           image. && he would not stand for it, like he hadn’t stood for           Illenar hurting herself. The rogue closes the distance between           them, jerking the mage around && knocking the blade aside.

          “No! I won’t let you do this to yourself, Marrick. I have seen           too many people hurt to let you do this. You can’t save all of           Thedas, but you can start with yourself. Please stop.” The           elf speaks hurriedly, grasping the man’s arm over the injury,           trying to meet his gaze. His tone is heavy, but gentle, && he           looks at Marrick with caring eyes. “I’m sorry for the things           that have happened to you, but don’t think you have to do all           of the protecting -- let someone else for once, let me.”

[unrcpentants-blog]

@drops-of-red

“I would like to completely ignore you, but experience has shown me that people can’t take a fucking hint.”

The words were blunt, straight to the point and held his irritation at having someone in his presence as it was. That alone was enough grate on his nerves, but he still raised cold eyes to regard the other. His question of whatever it was the other wanted or why he was there could be seen. Really, he just wanted to get whatever the fuck it was out of the way so he could be left alone in peace.

[aureasadrisit]

“So... you were never in a circle?” Daphné was unsure if she was jealous, impressed that he was so well versed in magic or, in the end, just indifferent considering the chances that the circle had given her. In the end, she thought that it had turned out for the better instead of being afraid of anyone seeing her magic. Then again, not all circles were the same as the Montsimmard.

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