screw everything i’m writing a sapphic romance
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screw everything i’m writing a sapphic romance
"commander Irek Fells," he greets with the deepest voice I ever heard," Is this Alice Belmond?" I stare up at the large man, seeing him tower over everyone with his broad chest, thick arms and great stature. His face seems to be stuck in a permeant scowl, like he never smiled a day in his life. A deep scar splits the right side of his face over his eye down to his jaw. His tusks are banded with gold at the base. He is a terrifying man, the affect he has on all the guards around is evident.
"Y-yes," the captain clears his throat," Yes. Alice Belmond the woman who has successfully robbed three of our deliveries to the capital. Each guarded with our toughest men but she bested 'em on ever turn."
While the captain boasted my efforts I watch as the orc's jaw ticks as he grinds his teeth, his brow furrowed into his eyes. Even in a casual conversation such as this he looks pissed as hell. The others standing behind seemed to be rattling in their boots. Which is understandable, this behemoth of a man could take on all of them with his hands behind his back. Crush their skulls with just his thighs.
As I gawk at him he catches my eye. He sneers before crouching down to my level-which is a feat in itself- and gets in my face.
"You have committed crimes against the king and the capital, what do you say in your defense, human?"
I stare into his eyes with my own open wide and mouth slightly parted. This close I could feel his hot breath on my cheeks. I can see the puckered scar over his eye. My heart beats wildly in my chest; my palms sweaty, shoulders stiff, and butterflies in my stomach. I feel words escape me, falling off the tip of my tongue. I have to say something, so I spew out the first thing I can.
"fuck, you're hot."
Well, that was an awful thing to say.
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chani doesn't like a lot of color in her wardrobe, it's mostly flesh tones with some varying shades of black and maybe a muted green here or there. the brightest color you will find on her is very light blue.
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Being an adult means texting your friends to come over and be your witness on a document
I'm at grandma's tomorrow and at the weekend and there's no wifi, just saying, 'cause I have some plans here (for example @pimichuu I'm excited about typing people!) and I won't be able to make them happen until next week, which is gonna be tough (school). So everyone, take care!!