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[exaltcurse-blog]

@ncblelineage // sc.

        “ brady! don’t move! ”

     the prince ran up to him, hands held out as he reached for the beetle that had taken up resident on the back of brady’s shirt. he reached to pry the bug free gently, cupping his hands around it to keep it safe.

       “ okay, you’re good! "

[barefooteddragonchild-blog]

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“Excuse me, Have you seen an encampment around here? I must have gotten turned around with I was hunting,”

[vllagr-blog]

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      “Ya promise?”

It’s said with a deadly insinuation that any breakage of a promise will result in... well, whatever punishment Kendra could whip up. Though, she’s never been good at keeping secrets herself, so maybe she won’t hold Brady to it as much as she implies.

               She sizes him up before pulling him into her tent, the sunshine filtering through the fabric to light up the interior with a gentle glow. But there’s a hole in her roof, letting in a perfect ray of sunshine, and there’s a dozing black cat laying right in the warmth of the sun and her bedroll.

She steps over to sit beside him, stirring the little guy as he gives a chirrup of a meow, but doesn’t seem inclined to leave his napping spot.

                “I found ‘im huntin’ frogs down by the river. Poor baby was starvin’... I couldn’t just leave him there!”

[casscdy-blog]

As per usual of being a little shit, Brady wraps both arms around Luca and presses several kisses to his neck and cheek. “Happy Valentine's Day, dollface. Ya gots plans, or do I got ya all to myself tonight?”

    At this point, the affection was less a surprise and more an inevitability. And yet, he just couldn’t find him self to care that there ever really was a difference. A sweet smile crossed his lips, a hum of content prefacing his words. “ Maybe. I was thinkin’ a nice date with a  bowl’a popcorn. ”

[kyrielles]

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      A little nod, for she knows exactly what he means. No place such as this survived Grima’s onslaught in their time, and while there’s something beautiful about these ruins, the way they seem on the verge of crumbling is unnerving, to say the least. 

      “Think we should head back, then?”

[farmfaiire-blog]

[ ⚔ ] -------- ❝ I hope ya know that ya’ve got yer Ma stressed like’a piglet, Brady. Sure won’t stop fussin’ at everyone. Really gotta be more careful out there, kiddo. ❞ Finishing up the bandages on his son’s left arm, smoothing down the edges to as to keep it in place until they could get back to camp. Ever since gaining Brady into their little company, his wife had been overbearing in both the phonics lessons and the unfathomable love for her boy. Donnel would never say he blamed her---he was just as worried, but having Maribelle on a rampage was more than enough for the shepherds to deal with.

      ❝ 'Ey sure got’cher arm good. You sure yer gonna be able t’lift that staffy thing no trouble ? ❞

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