Probably dressing up in a really tight dress and faint in his arms amirite 👀
What do you think is the best way to seduce my muse?
Actually, such actions bring forth more concern than anything.
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Probably dressing up in a really tight dress and faint in his arms amirite 👀
What do you think is the best way to seduce my muse?
Actually, such actions bring forth more concern than anything.
Ben be infiltrating in a redcoat uniform
@lcrdjohn 😂😂😂
@lcrdjohn | starter call
The Warden had excused himself towards Denerim’s famous Pearl -- alone. Of course, it was a matter of obviousness why he was going alone, but none of his companions cared to comment to spare him the nerves. He wanted this, Daylen kept saying to himself. He was going to enjoy himself on his own terms, regain control of what seemed to be hopelessly lost a long time ago. Yet when he entered the locality with his head lowered like a fleeting ghost ready to already leave the place, a face pierced into him. John. Or was that really truly his name? He’s barely introduced himself to the other the first time he met, merely made a fool of himself before he hurried away, yet in his dream -- his vision -- he knew the name.
Remembering the past meeting, Daylen nearly dashed outside out of fright, yet then the other’s eyes met with him and lit up as a hand raised. John was calling him over, wasn’t he? Oh dear Maker...
He smiled rather helplessly as he approached the other man. “J-John?”
✍️ ( possibly in the style of Kermit the frog sipping tea like it’s nobody’s business ??? )
Send ✍️ and I’ll draw your muse!
idk if i can live up to kermtea but he has some tea nsdkgjdfg
@lcrdjohn : ‘the irony of loneliness is we all feel it at the same time.’
her initial instinct is to tell him that that wasn’t true, though it takes just one quick look around the ridge to make her pause. marsali could easily spot more than five pairs of couples among the crowd, but she knew the unwed and unattached outnumbered them greatly; being at a wedding must have made loneliness not an uncommon feeling for the day for those that felt it, even with all the festivities happening around. ❛ i guess it’s no’ so lonely though if ye’re lonely together. ❜ marsali shrugs, casting him a glance before she takes a sip of her ale. ❛ might just make the loneliness disappear though, couldn’t it ? ❜
the sun and her flowers starter sentences. accepting !
@lcrdjohn asked: “ i already made my decision, you’re not going to change that. ”
misc sentence starters -- still accepting
It was hard to hide the touch of CONFUSION that settled into his expression, Lykaon not too sure what to make of that statement. Really, if the man refused his help, there was nothing he could really DO about that. The question of WHY sat just on his tongue, but instead he found himself pressing his lips together for a moment before tilting his head.
“Well...are you certain? If you really do not wish for my help, I can’t force it, but surely it wouldn’t be worth wandering around like this?”
Behind bars was not his preferred institute to reside in. In fact he has been fortunate to slip between the laws’ fingers for the longest time now but here he was again, in the slammer. There was no need for consternation, he will get out of here. If his gang did not spring him free he would find away to get out by himself.
The whole while he has been here he has been formulating a plan. The guard, some frilly lawman is stood at the gate, Dutch overheard his colleagues tattling about how he favored male attention to female. Mocking the man while he was not around to defend himself. Though that had set alight in Dutch’s mind. There was his escape. If he could seduce this man into setting him free then he would get out quietly and none of the law enforcement around town would be none the wiser.
❛ You must be John. ❜ Dutch’s calloused appendages snake around the bars, dark eyes gazing, intently, toward the latter man’s. He had heard the name from the aforementioned backstabbers. ❛ That’s you ain’t it? ❜
/ @lcrdjohn
( tosses this @ Jamie )
— A gulp of air is taken as Jamie takes in the sight before him. “J-John…” But he has no words, as if they’ve escaped from memory whilst he stood there completely captivated, yet terrified.
@lcrdjohn