#observing || dash commentary.

[dragonskxn]

"A-Annalise, darling," Cain shakily singsonged, scooting across the ground on his bony ass as the smaller woman approached, makeshift weapon in hand. "I-I promised I wouldn't hurt you! I promised I'd protect you! I wouldn't dare try to lay a finger on someone so beloved to me!"

Annalise stepped forward, towering over the lich. She smiled, ever so sweetly.

"You won't lay a finger on me? Good. That will make this a lot easier."

And then, she swings her weapon down. Again. And again. And again.

[dragonskxn]

Somewhere, in a dilapidated stone castle, a certain lich is seething. For what reason, he doesn't quite know. Maybe he woke up on the wrong side of the crypt.

[dragonskxn]

Totally doesn't have wheels of cheese stored in her cellar.

[dragonskxn]

"Well, I could definitely rock the medieval tavern wench look if you don't want to."

[dragonskxn]

"I personally prefer my coffee with milk and sugar. Farm fresh milk is always the best!"

[dragonskxn]

"I wouldn't mind... being decorated like a cupcake..."

[dragonskxn]

This fucking dragon is pansexual and panromantic!!!!

[dragonskxn]

"I heard someone was hurt— is everything alright? I have bandages and antiseptic—"