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"HEY! FANCY HAIR!" Quinn called, from across the courtyard. "I can smell your hair pomade from all the way over here!" can't control her
"Ah, dear Quinn! What an excellent sense of smell you have!" He grins broadly, shouting her due praises over his shoulder. "Much like a —— oh, what is it? A RAT? No —— perhaps a WILD. BOAR? That suits you quite nicely."
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It had been awhile since she had to patch up a gash this deep. Sewing flesh was never pleasant. But she certainly wasn't going to leave it. Tooth glanced up at her protest, a soft hum of sympathy. But sarcasm still laced her tone. "Yes, I can tell, you're completely fine."
She finished the last stitches, lips pressing taut as Quinn described the creature that had attacked her. Unfortunately it was a kind of run in she was familiar with. Toothiana clipped the thread and starting applying a bandage over it. "It was a fearling. Or a new adaption of them, we call them nightmares. Shadow and malice focused into corrupted dream sand. They can certainly run amuck." She fussed a little longer over the bandage before finally leaving it be. "They tend to have... a mission to them when they're creeping about. They don't commonly get so violent without prompting. Did you pass too closely, or mess with it at all?"
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A cold wind blew from the ocean across the grassy moors, the shudders outside the inn rattling in the wind despite being hooked to the craggy stone façade. Broody clouds hung heavily across the sky, blotting out the stars. The moon was shrouded in misty clouds that shone hazily, like sunlight to the eyes of a vampire. The light inside the inn radiated through windows opaque with precipitation from a recent storm, the loamy ground rich with the scent of petrichor. It was a reward for the weeks of lone travel, of simply allowing themselves to indulge in the luxuries of an inn as opposed to roughing it in the forests or plains. Sypha seldom allowed themselves to remain long in centers of mortal habituation, for they had ceased being a human a long time ago.
The creaking of the inn's backdoor that the wizard had stolen through a while ago sounded, alerting the redhead. For a moment, Sypha's hackles raised, but when they saw the knightess from just the day before, they looked away sheepishly.
"...It's you. Sorry... about before. I got carried away."
❝ i actually do care what you think about. you're probably one of the only people whose opinion matters to me. ❞ (quinn to aislin)
“Don’t you understand Quinn? Us ‘caring’ what each other thinks and feels and wonders about the other is going to get you hung and me in a convent,” Aislin warned her, well, her beloved should she be truthful. She took Quinn’s hands, then kissed her deeply, lovingly, passionately even. “I have to return to France by December on their calendar, so in winter,” she insisted, tears welling in her eyes as she looked at Quinn, the woman she’d learned to love for more than her sexual prowess.
“You’re my âme soeur,” she said, knowing Quinn wouldn’t know the French term. Soul mate. She believed in them, silly as that may have been, but how Quinn made her feel made her question the possibility. She cupped Quinn’s face, kissing her deeply and in a way that’d make most question if they weren’t into women sexually based on the passion and love that her kiss held.
“Quinn, when I last went to France, the king told my fiance and I he is retiring in a year and wants us to have an heir or two before that time so he’ll feel secure in his monarchy. My fiance…his name is Benjamin, or Ben…decided for us that we’d start trying before our upcoming nuptials. Not thinking I’d ever see you — or even Merida — again, I lay with him willingly and am carrying his child. It is why I’ve gone by carriage and not horse and worn more dresses,” a sobbing Aislin confessed.
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bri you FOUL creature. i love u a lot. don't be nice to me, or i will commit certain atrocities. also i hate you. also thank you.
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“Aye, you’re right,” Alastair stated bluntly, “I fancy men, women, and those who are both or neither,” he explained in raw, vulnerable honesty. ”I judge no one for those they love, as long as they’re both consenting and of similar age,” he added, shrugging as he was trying to make it casual that he was accepting of Quinn being sapphic.
“Please, don’t hurt my sister. She’s just realizing she prefers women to men and I don’t want her to become jaded due to her first experience with a woman being bad,” he pleaded, clueless as to how…experienced with women Aislin actually was.
