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#look..............#he young.............#ICON ADVENTURES.

so can we talk for a sec about the pistol shot pose that outlaw rogues get

#not gw2 #WoW #look..............#this spec is why i have 583298321 rogues now

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send a ₩ for my muse to sit in your muse’s lap. selectively accepting.

many think she is only the rose with thorns in battle, that she goes back to hiding her fangs & sly smirk when her wings have drawn tight against her back ; in a place far from bloodshed. ————HOW HORRIBLY WRONG THEY ARE———— her skirt bunches, the fabric ascending up her thighs as she brings her knees up onto either side of his legs & onto the couch HE was lounging on. truth be told, her movements weren’t polished as they usually were, but when anxiety struck every SINGLE chord in her——— it was hard not to shake as she hovered over him & . . . she’s hesitating ( a second passes ) . . . what if he wasn’t in the mood ? rogue wasn’t the type to be overly affectionate, but a quick kiss or two wouldn’t———————– ah . . . she didn’t want JUST one kiss or even two, & god forbid it’d be quick.

but what’s the point in backing away now ? it’d be TOO WEIRD to suddenly come up & almost straddle him & then just walk away. with her tongue clicking against her teeth, she finally lowered herself onto his lap. her right hand finds its way onto his chest, fingertips tracing mindless circles into the fabric of his shirt. ` rogue-sama . . . ` comes her slow drawl, eyes following her own hand instead of flicking up, ` i hope i’m not interrupting something, BUT——— i’m awfully bored . . . ` her hand travels higher, stopping only to flick his collar ( think of it as an INVITE ), but it finally rests at his jaw, inches away from his bottom lip. she holds his chin for but a minute ( gaze clashing with his ) before bringing her hand back down to it’s starting place.

` if sting-sama’s playing badminton with lector-san & frosch-san————– can we P L A Y too ? ` the word at hand is elongated, her quiet voice enunciating it beautifully, but with just a dash of———- LUST. and of course, like she would never not expect it’s arrival, a rich shade of red washes across her cheeks, but her SMILE stays, her motives unwavering.