“I do not!”
“He’s not my boyfriend!”
you have no idea how long we were all screaming at Thana, “Yes you do like him and he might as well be your husband with how the two of you fight!”
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“I do not!”
“He’s not my boyfriend!”
you have no idea how long we were all screaming at Thana, “Yes you do like him and he might as well be your husband with how the two of you fight!”
A couple of random scenes with no context whatsoever.
These were in the same manga creator, so I figured I might as well put them together
So, the brown haired- dude is Azazel, he’s played by my friend Sam, and he’s got some unreciprocated feelings for Thana. Although, in her defense, how they met had been less than pleasant and she’d been head over heels for Foxlord for quite some time.
“Never leave me”
Thana was sound asleep, curled up under the sheets and hugging a pillow to her chest. She muttered something under her breath, frowning a little. Who knew what she was dreaming of, remembering? Only she would ever know.
Foxlord smirked and chuckled softly, brushing her hair out of her face as he laid next to her. She never had any idea he was there- that he cared that much- and he’d prefer to keep it that way. Yes, Foxlord had recently admitted his long growing affections for the faerie, but Thana would never let him here the end of this if she found out that he’d been sneaking into bed with her while she slept.
He hushed her as she began to whimper, tenderly kissing her forehead. She seemed to calm down almost instantly, snuggling up against his chest in her unconscious state, her expression relaxing. Foxlord sighed, holding Thana to his chest in a protective manner, a content smile on his face in the place of his signature smirk.
“Please... Never leave me,” he whispered pleadingly.
Why does everybody have to turn on everyone? Is this fckin backstab season?
You could've warned us WWE. It's like they're handing out backstabs. "You get backstabbed! And you get backstabbed! And you!"