oh god lmao WRECKED AELIN
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oh god lmao WRECKED AELIN
I would give up my youth, my eternity for you, maybe. -Dorian
. the dead anon poets society .
Dorian walks into the Hawke estate, a large smirk resting on his face. He places an ornate dagger down upon the table. The dagger has red jewels on it's silver hilt, the blade wicked and curving, "Happy Wintersend, Hawke," Dorian murmurs and sits down, waiting for the man to arrive so he can teach him chess as well.
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When Hawke arrived home, he wasn’t expecting company but, sure enough, upon entering the manor, he could tell he wasn’t alone. He wasn’t particularly on edge, though, figuring it was likely just one of his friends. He was slightly taken aback when he found Dorian in the sitting room. It was a surprise but, not at all an unwelcome one. In fact, he was very glad to see the other mage again. He was growing rather fond of him. However, he did wonder what Dorian was doing here before spotting the dagger on the table.
He blinked a couple of times and walked over slowly to sit across from his friend, reaching out and running his fingers along the dagger’s jeweled hilt. “Dorian…Is this for me?” He asked, his tone one of quiet reverence. He had never received such a beautiful gift. How would he ever make it up to him? “I…thank you! I don’t know what to say. It’s so…I love it!” his face lit up with a huge grin.
Thousand ways to describe the scene; Thousand ways to describe how Dorian feels about it, a thousand words of rage and hatred and despair in his head. Only three words fit enough to describe his thoughts when he only just manages it; to slice his wrist on one of the soldier's blades, to summon a demon - large as the mage's rage itself - to watch it engulf them while he reaches for his staff; "Anything for you".
My lord, why "Eroica"?
"Well I couldn't use Dorian- and well Pink Panther was taken..."
IS THAT A LEG DID HE WRAP A LEG
don't even talk to me about almost human