[text] U r the most beautiful girl i havr ever known ~for fjalnir lol if you dont mind
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[text]: the fuck???[text]: that for someone else or u drunk???[text]: u better not be drunk when i'm sober
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[text] U r the most beautiful girl i havr ever known ~for fjalnir lol if you dont mind
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[text]: the fuck???[text]: that for someone else or u drunk???[text]: u better not be drunk when i'm sober
"We have the right to pull down yer' pants and give you a good whipping at the first sign of disrespect", Eris jested with a smile. ~~for Fjalnir?
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“Is that a threat or a promise?” Fjalnir smiled in return, raising a brow as he spoke.
❛ I’ll turn to ashes in here but I won’t give this miserable town the pleasure of seeing me weep. ❜
100 Years of Solitude Starters
"Don’t care whatcha do with your time, just hurry up with that whole ‘turning to ashes’ thing.”
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Fjalnir sat on a fallen log, stretching his arms as he absently looked into the distance. He’d been up since before the sun, and the long hours of forging and patrolling were beginning to take a toll on his tired muscles. Taking a break, an exceptionally short break, would probably be beneficial. Especially since he would have to head to Falkreath soon.
He took the flask from his satchel and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. He took a long swig of the ale and sighed heavily. By helping that kid in Windhelm he had ended up taking on more than he should have, especially since he had already joined the Stormcloaks by then. Fjalnir shook his head. Now wasn’t the time to think about that, it was far too late for that. Besides, in spite of how thinly he was spread it was fulfilling in its own way.
He took another drink from his flask, trying to mentally prepare himself to return to his patrol.
*kisses* You've got the kissing disease! Show how your muse reacts and pass this on to the first ten people that appear on your dash! ---hewilldance-foryou
“Don’t ever fuckin’ do that again, Jester. We won’t have a Keeper anymore if ya do.”