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[jakobscrest]

@hammerlockcd​ gets a DLC STARTER

“Alistair-- don’t-- don’t listen to that harpy on the echo. I don’t have a lick of doubt in me.” He shivered-- trembling despite being close to the fire. He felt cold-- so cold. His hands shook in their bindings, his stomach turning in knots. For another moment, he wasn’t himself.

“MY DARLING-- I WILL RETURN TO YOU SHORTLY. NOTHING CAN KEEP ME FROM YOUR SIDE.”

[impulsd]

❝  i hear you’re gettin’ hitched.  ❞     the hunter isn’t big for small talk.  hell, he typically prefers a comfortable silence in the room.  but the silence this time wasn’t quite that comfortable and it wasn’t anything to do with either of the men in the room.  so he decided to start conversation before the other did.      

talon rest on a partially empty shelf near where he sat, always a close distance from dad.   however, her attention was on the other man, head tilting, chirping for attention.   ❝  when’s the wedding?  ❞

sc - @hammerlockcd​

[vaultiism]

@hammerlockcd​ liked for zane;

   “here he is!” zane’s grin is as wide as he can muster when he approaches. clearly he’d been enjoying the festivities a tad too much, but then again, why wouldn’t he? taking a much needed breather after that whole .. debacle. “how’s married life treatin’ ya so far?”

[clonelyboy]

@hammerlockcd said: you’re squeezing too tight.

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Teddy’s lived on Pandora all his life, so he knows the scariest of creatures that the planet has to offer. But to see one up close -- this close! -- sparks panic, and it’s instinctive at this point to grip onto the nearest thing, and usually it’d be Dad and his leg or arm, but...

Sir Hammerlock’s voice sounds, at least, kind rather than abrasive, or annoyed, despite Teddy’s grip rivalling an iron vice. “Sorry,” he mutters, taking two small and shuffling steps back, “got scared.” Still eyeing the creature warily, despite it’s apparent docile nature, he takes another baby-step backwards, then checks behind him -- never be too careful.

“I’ve only been around skags close up before,” he says, a semi-octave louder than before, but not daring to venture further. There’s more explanations and ramblings dancing on the tongue, about his fondness for George and the girls, but he figures he’s already pushing his luck by just being here, and having squeezed Sir Hammerlock’s arm tightly which would surely annoy even the most patient of people. And... the thing about the face, as well. Surely a sore point, too.

[jakobscrest]

@hammerlockcd​ sc.

“Sooner you accept that yah sister is a lost cause-- sooner we can let that Vault Huntah deal with her.” He was not keen on Aurelia taking up residence in his home, much less her abduction of his beloved. He was thankful enough to have Alistair back in his arms-- the loss of his father still weighed heavily on him, but losing his beloved would be something he could never bounce back from.

“Ahm not sayin’ she’s the devil but she’s damn well close.”

[impulsd]

hammerlockcd replied to your post: @nygmaa replied to your post: ...

[ I want five more bl multis on my desk today by 3 pm

@ everyone are u gonna let down sir hammerlock ?  

[jakobscrest]

@hammerlockcd​ said: “I think I need a long shower now… along with some self reflection…” ( young au uwu ) 

“Oh? O-Oh.” He forced a smile, shifting in the bed, adjusting the covers to preserve what little modesty he had left. A night of drinking and talking had gotten a bit intimate, resulting in the two heading to Winny’s room. What followed was probably the best night of his life-- they hadn’t gone all the way-- but things certainly got hot and heavy between them.

“Right. I’ll see you around later.” Wainwright muttered, running a hand through his wild hair-- a force of habit when he was feeling nervous. He’d have to message Aurelia-- get her input on the matter. Especially since she was his betrothed and whatnot.

[jakobscrest]

@hammerlockcd​ meme’d: “ i can’t — feel my l–leg…

“Alistair-- Alistair now you look into my eyes. Look at me-- It’s alright. Ya here with me.” His voice was soft-- soothing but gruff from having just been startled awake. Wainwright was a light sleeper-- always had been. The moment Alistair slipped out of his grip he was on alert. The man was talking about his leg. The prosthetic sat beside the bed on a chair-- same as his arm.

“Love-- Love ya lost ya arm years ago. Are the pains botherin’ ya?” He’s swift, moving behind his husband, hands on his shoulders, massaging firmly. Hopefully it would help ease his strain. Wainwright leaned own, nuzzling one of his ears, trying to help ground him.

“Nother nightmare, Alistair-- but I got you. Nothin’ ever gonna harm you while I’m still breathin’.”