#oathwilled

[crashpixiepotter]

[f4rgd]

@oathwilled : i don't want to be alone right now.

" - just admit you're missing me already. " The words had left him before he'd even looked at Paerin and he immediately regretted them when he looked at him properly. It was late, he should have been asleep but he was thankful he wasn't. " What's wrong? What is it? " The distance between the two of them, Aksel being back in his home and Paerin in his rented room, almost seemed a little ridiculous now after spending so much time together - but letting a friend stay in his home was one thing, asking if he wanted him to stay there when they were, whatever they were, was another.

Opening the door a little wider, the smith reached for the others hand to give him a gentle tug inside. He shut the door behind them both, locked it and turned his attention to Paerin again. " Did something happen? "

[rooksgambits]

↪ memes / accepting!

@oathwilled said: "talents? no. unless you consider a knack for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time a talent."

        “i wouldn't say that's been my experience of you so far,” she says, a slight smile gracing her features. “you've hardly stuck your foot in your mouth with me at all.” 

[fereldensheroesa]

@oathwilled asked:

“I know I’m not what you expected.” / nimue

There was a little rumbling sound in her throat as the tiny elf stretched out. "Are any of us?" It was a simple, small question. "I mean... I'm not what anyone expects. I think the things in my brain could give someone whiplash." Her knees then drew up to her chest. Ah yes. Even smaller. Her brain screamed murder, but her heart screamed cinnamon roll. It wasn't as if Paerin was all that odd in comparison. "Are you worried what's thought about you?"

[thiefscant]

↪ memes / accepting!

@oathwilled said: ❝ i’d rather you punch me in the dick. ❞ / says he, avoiding something dumb no doubt

        “That can absolutely be arranged, if you don't grow a spine and take care of this.”

[shemurder-a]

@oathwilled : ❛  do  you  have  any  idea  how  good  you  taste ?  ❜ / cough

she was glad they decided to take this away from camp, nestled instead in a quiet meadow minutes away, grass soft against her back. not that it was very quiet now or that she particularly cared about how the grass felt. morgana had important things to care such, such as his head between her thighs and his mouth working on her in a way that makes her want to sob. her fingers twist around his hair and pull harshly, one leg draped over his shoulders.

she should've known he was as good with talking with his mouth as he was pleasuring her with it. her back arches around the ground and the tiefling chokes back a moan, closing her eyes for a moment. ❛ no, ❜ she says breathlessly, needing a moment to catch it. her fingers slide out of his hair to cup his jaw, peeking one eye open at him. ❛ but how about you come up here and i'll find out. ❜

[shemurder]

@oathwilled : maybe, if we wait a little bit longer, a fuck will fall into my hand, and i can give it to you. / he's gr8 at stakeouts let me tell u

❛ that's a great attitude to have. that's definitely going to make the next few hours go faster. ❜ she says through a mouthful of her bread roll and she flicks a few crumbs at him, her nose scrunching. morgana didn't mind a good stake - out herself, considering it's less time getting thrown into a fight without a back up plan. besides, she worked better in the shadows, waiting for the right opportunity. she can't say the same for her stake - out buddy. her gaze flicks towards him and she extends a leg to poke him with her foot. ❛ i hope you're not complaining about spending time with me. i was rather looking forward to this with you. ❜

[qapsiel]

@oathwilled ;; intimate pillow talk prompts (still accepting) Paerin said: "I don't regret a single thing about last night."

                              THE FIRE HAS DIED DOWN DURING THE NIGHT. Castiel revives it with a flick of his hand, though he should probably put some new logs on at some point. Unlike the evening before, the tavern lies quiet in the early morning hours, raucous laughter and drunk yelling all but forgotten. The world outside the window is gray and misty. Castiel wonders if this means they'll continue their trudge through the mud or if they can stay here one more day. He thinks this universe is making him a little soft.

                                 Paerin speaks up all of a sudden, and Castiel turns his head because that means the half-elf is finally awake. They're still in bed, which isn't a surprise for Paerin but kinda unusual for Castiel because he's an angel and doesn't sleep, but after much contemplation, he deemed it the more polite reaction to what they'd done last night. Now, a frown tugs on his forehead. “Why would you regret anything in the first place?” he asks, sounding confused. “Is intercourse usually accompanied by remorse?”