Flirty starter call | accepting
@exnobis | Celeste
“If I had known you were coming, I might have changed into something more...presentable. To what do I owe the pleasure, Signore Corsetti?”
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Flirty starter call | accepting
@exnobis | Celeste
“If I had known you were coming, I might have changed into something more...presentable. To what do I owe the pleasure, Signore Corsetti?”
@exnobis | for Andrai
No matter how long he walked this world, Aradin’s certain he won’t adjust to how wrong it is. The Fade’s too far, the population too sparse, the elves too lost, misremembering their past. He was a god once, and he still was simply no one knew. He would use that power to fix things when the time came. But that time was not yet.
He was wandering through a forest now, footsteps quiet, listening for the wildlife, finding comfort in familiar sounds there. One of the many things he had missed locked in the Fade was being able to interact with animals. He sits, leaning back against a tree, a black bird perched on a branch overhead. The bird squawks as someone approaches. Aradin doesn’t bother standing. “Odd chances running into someone else in a forest,” he says to the stranger as they appear in his sight.
'Pain is weakness leaving the body' (we can do this complete roulette as far as what muses if you'd like! or if you prefer, I'll say this is from my Vittore Simone, for your Leliana! )
send the thing for a scenario! --> always accepting ---> #12 (with a sprained ankle)
things have gone wrong. not irreparably, but getting back to the others would be significantly harder now, and there would need to be serious amounts of damage control to keep this quiet. but she had gotten the information she wanted -- that’s what mattered. she just needed to... thoughts stop at the sound of someone approaching. damn. alright, time to act normal. she can fight on a twisted ankle if she must, but best to avoid that if possible. the woman just manages to limp her way to an over-stuffed decorative bench in the hallway of the building she’s infiltrated, taking a seat as the footsteps round the corner. it hurts to cross her ankles in the way befitting of someone who looks like they’d belong, but as long as she doesn’t draw unnecessary attention, it should be fine.
(please just let it be known that i adore vexx with all my heart)
-finger guns-
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….my babes may be too old, too, in that case…..
It’s alright; they almost definitely deserve better.
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Me sitting on my mountain of ancient elves like ‘you say that now’
Requirements:
Must be his age (if Mi’Enasalin is any metric to measure by, the Elvhenan age flex zone is a century; Dalish verse it’s much MUCH stricter)
Unrepentant jackass, just an absolute garbage fire, inarguably reprehensible
😍 signs on to this blog to send this too bc Misae would kill me in my sleep if i didn't
Send 😍 if your muse finds mine ATTRACTIVE
“Ah. You know, I thought this might happen, as soon as I tried to kill you and you decided not to kill me. I should have warned you then. My charms, they are irresistible, yes?”
Ya supe que tan vengativa puedo ser.