Text 🎕 Ben to Malia
Ben: Just wanted to let you know that I left you something on your porch.
Ben: And to say happy birthday.
Ben: Sorry if I woke you.
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Text 🎕 Ben to Malia
Ben: Just wanted to let you know that I left you something on your porch.
Ben: And to say happy birthday.
Ben: Sorry if I woke you.
Text 🎕 Ben to Henry
Ben: Just wanted to let you know I am on my way to New York right now. I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye.
Ben: I'm so sorry for everything.
❛ I will protect you. It is my duty, knight or not. ❜ - from Yen
"Knight or not," echoed a little voice in wonder, belonging to the small girl sitting in the castle gardens. Rhaella Targaryen II, the miracle child born of the queen and her northern consort, favored Daenerys in silver hair and stubbornness.
She was especially fond of her mother's mage, particularly because the royal sorceress could do real magick. If the girl wasn't tending to her gardens or asking tricks of Yennefer, Rhaella made it her mission to trail behind Ciri whenever she could.
"She's right," disrupted Daenerys, finding her way to the row of lemon trees where the misfit pair resided. She knelt down to the child's level.
"She can help protect us. Yennefer is the most powerful sorceress the world has ever seen."
ricordarelamortalita After getting out of the infirmary after his run in with the voices, Hels heads silently back to the Hades cabin, dragging his blanket and mattress off his bed and into a corner. There he makes a bit of a fortress for himself out of the bedding, though he's probably not going to sleep.
Comfort Cuddles to the Rescue!
As soon as you hide away the lovely pink lingerie under a big long sleeved sweater-shirt you may or may not have borrowed from Anotos on a different day, you scurry off to his room and be sure that the clothing covers your more 'erotic' articles beneath.
You cared for this troll, and like with anyone you cared for you most certainly were going to fulfill your obligation as a friend to comfort him in his time of need. And boy, he needed you, so you would stay as long as he'd allow and keep him company through the night.
"Ant? I'm comin' in."
Without any inhibition you stride up to him and lift one of his arms to slide yourself into his embrace without a single comment. You make yourself comfortable and kiss him on the forehead. He really needed a moirail, but you knew his affections lie elsewhere, and since the quadrant he required was empty for now you would act as a stand-in... just until he gets somebody who he really cares for in that way.
With a sigh of content and sorrow, you let your eyes slip closed as you press yourself close to him. Both to hold and to be held were wonderful feelings and oh, how you both needed that.
Extra Extra, Read All About It.
"In a startling, but long awaited announcement the Co-Owners of Newstead CO. have recently decided who will be inheriting their lives' work. It is to be their eldest son with 90% of the company and their youngest with 10%. What many people are speculating on is where their daughter falls into the arrangement. The only viable answer here is that she does not. Has the middle Newstead done something to fall out of their good graces? You can be sure that all eyes will be on the family due to this recent shake up."