#fidancillae

[oracleofthegods-archive-blog]

❤ {perhaps?}

Send ❤ if you would ship our muses romantically - @fidancillae

Friend. Friend. Friend. 

The answer is always yes <3 I’ve always adored your Gentiana, and I’ve loved your writing and the way you bring her to life, and I always loved our interactions so much. 1000% yes! <3

[releasethedaemon]

With a twist of her lips, she declared. "You will fall, your empire will fall. I will make sure of that."

@fidancillae

“Oh, my darling little sabertusk, if you wanted to arouse me, you need only show your face. Such harsh talk from such refined lips, a man might get the wrong idea.”

[releasethedaemon]

💜 💔 *regrets nothing*

Send some hearts to tell my muse how yours feels about them. | @fidancillae

💜: Finds them sexually attractive.

💔: Hates their guts.

A laugh, barely suppressed at the confession. “I see some things never change. Don’t worry, little sabertusk, your secret is safe with me. And the sheets, of course.”

[ignimancer]

fidancillae replied to your post:fidancillae replied to your post:@laymedowntospace...

More shall come, in time! But first: we need headquarters!

My dorm room will suffice lmao

[ignimancer]

fidancillae replied to your photo:when your roommate has hoarded 2/3rds of the room...

*flails around* Those are written in Lithuanian, right? Right?! Or am I going blind like a bat?!

Oh why, yes! I am Lithuanian after all!

[ignimancer]

"They told me you were dead!"

              Did they?

He was most skeptical about that. He couldn’t even imagine why would such lie be spread out. Or perhaps he was? No, impossible. He wasn’t in a coma or anything. He was always here.

But then Gentiana wasn’t someone he would meet often due to their positions and living places.

              “As you can see you were told it wrong. I am right here.” 

[releasethedaemon]

“AH!!!”

Send “AH” to pin my muse against the wall but letting a RANDOMIZER choose Send “DONT” to pin my muse against the wall to prevent them from LEAVING

@fidancillae

Her command was sharp, but it was her grip that was sharper, pushing him against the wall with hands on his shoulders, nails biting into skin even through the layers of fabric. Deadly weapons, those talons of hers, as she had proven on several occasions prior, though the marks in the junction between neck and shoulder that she had so nicely scarred before were looked at with admiration than scorn. A crass press of fingertips to the raised crescent scars when he spotted them in the mirror, as if trying to imprint the memory in this fingerprints.

Were he not in the layers of his usual suit, those claws might have done more damage this time, too. 

“Such anger, little sabertusk,” he said with soft curl of his lip, an edge of amusement to his words. Her hands were fierce, but her strength meant little against his; he could snap her wrist if he wished, though, he knew, not without backlash, for this woman was a fighter.

“Is this truly an attempt to keep me from your princess?” he mused, though despite what Vitus had led the handmaiden to believe, he was merely to escort the princess. His hands would not even touch royal skin unless Lunafreya chose to resist. “Or is your insistence to keep me here more…personal?”