#evaspellslinger

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👌 (Eva)

He might be willing to when he gets used to her...she’s a little more rough perhaps? She’s just not the kind of person he’s used to being around lol

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We must burn the witch, Eva Meeker, before her magic curses us all! Gaston, won't you lead the hunt, you must protect the village! We are depending on you!

Eyes widening in shock at the words suddenly spoken to him, Gaston found himself flummoxed for a long moment before he could make his mind work. When it did, his eyes narrowed, the darkness of his anger showing clearly on his features. “I will never help you hunt her down. And you will never find her.” His words were a low growl before he swung up onto Fantome’s back and nudged the beast into a gallop, intent upon finding the woman and warning her away before any damage could be done. Truly, he was less worried for her than he was for the village people whom she might have to hurt to get away.

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$ (Eva, because duh)

Send in $ for my muse’s reaction to yours groping mine

Jumping slightly at the sudden hand landing upon him, it took a mere glance and the view of familiar silken locks for him to smirk faintly. Catching her wrist, Gaston kept her from pulling away; easily at least. “I do hope you’re planning on more than just touching and running this time, Eva.”

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*sneaks a hand out between the Bimbettes and gropes his ass, then disappears quickly in the crowd*

“Eva!” Voice nearly a roar of exasperation, Gaston spun about, dodging around the Bimbettes to chase after the cloaked figures.

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(Sleeping at the bar meme) Rather than waking Gaston, Eva sighed and grabbed one arm, pulling him over her shoulder, and grabbed his leg too. Lefou had given her a heads up that he was over drinking, and it looked like she had been a little late. "Don't you dare throw up on me..." Amidst hoots and hollars she carried the drunken fool out.

Rarely did he overdo on his drinking,but he’d been haunted by dreams of the war the last several nights and thus hadn’t been sleeping. Sure, it might not be the nicest thing to do to his body, but drinking himself unconscious at least allowed him to get some sleep. Completely out thanks to the copious amounts of ale, Gaston merely gave a slight groan as the woman picked him up. Snoring loudly as she walked him home, his fingers curled tightly in the side of her jacket. Which meant that when she got him home and attempted to drop him on the bed, he pulled her down with him, another low groan passing his lips.