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Marcus glanced at her.  “You are brave.” The vampire said.  One hand moving to swipe some blood off his chin.  “Most wouldn’t just approach me.”

[suresaint]

“I bring information from the brothels, Your Highness.” A mocking smirk pulled at her lips as she approached the human.

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It was generally understood by her courtiers that court was never held on days when the sun was out. So it went that for most of midsummer, when it was hottest, the royal halls were quiet. They would not see the hustle and bustle of men and women until the harvest month, when the leaves on trees faded from green to orange and the weather grew sad again. Summer was meant for sport and games, like hunting or wrestling. Still, on certain occasions, she did acquiesce to a small audience, and would ask that they meet in the gardens so that at no point would she miss out on enjoying the beautiful day. 

     That afternoon she was lying on a blanket in the cool shade of a mulberry tree. She was accompanied by her hound, who had his giant head in her lap whilst she stroked behind his ears. When he was born she named him Strongboy, because he was by far the largest and strongest of his brothers and sisters. He raised his head when they were approached by a man and a woman. The man was the newly appointed seneschal, Dunstan Sweete. When she saw him, she gave him a small smile. The woman, however, she did not recognise. Strongboy stared warily at her. 

     “Hello, Dunstan,” said Zelda sleepily. She did not stand to greet the woman but instead rested her head against the large trunk of the tree, eyes closed.

     “Your Highness,” he gave a deep bow, and looked at the woman from out of the corner of his eye. He hesitated. He did not know how to introduce a whore. “I have brought you this woman... Kly.”

     “Interesting name.” Temeria's monarch only half opened her eyes in acknowledgement, her lashes fluttering. “A pleasure, Kly.” 

     She motioned to the plate of deliciously iced cinnamon buns beside her. 

     “Thank you, Dunstan. Take a cinnamon roll before you go, will you? I won't be able to finish them all so they'll go to waste if you don't.” 

     Dunstan did so gleefully, he had a terrible sweet tooth, and profusely thanked his liege as he retreated from the gardens, leaving the two women alone together. 

     “Do you like cinnamon buns?” She asked, opening her eyes at last. They were just as blue as the sky, and so gentle. “Take one, if you like. And then tell me what it is I can do for you.”

     “I bring information from the brothels, Your Highness.”

     “I don't recall asking for pointers from the lovely women at the brothels.” She replied amusedly. “What kind of information? Other than which position is best.”

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❝       I    don’t    know   how    to   feel    about    that         (       .    .    .      )        ❞       not   that   he  haven’t   cover  crime  scene  by   himelf  when  he’s  been   told   a  few   times   .             ❝         -------------------        glad     or      afraid   .             ❞           he  teased    some while   laughing   a   little  .       

@onemusemanyfandoms​     asked  :  ❛ I’ve cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene ❜

[cigarettesandcoffee]

“ are you… smelling me? ”   ((for Samson))

With his head rested atop Kly's as they laid in bed, the ex-templar had taken the liberty of burying his face in her hair and inhaling a bit deeper than his normal breathing pattern to immerse himself in her intoxicating aroma; apparently she wasn't asleep and had noticed. "Mmhm." He responded softly, placing a kiss atop her scalp. "I feel at home when I smell you."

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❝ I wouldn’t normally ask any medical specialist to violate patient confidentiality, but I need intel. Do you think you could make an exception, just this once? ❞

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[chaotiicgoods]

@onemusemanyfandoms​ said: 19. Who is an author that inspires you? 20. Do you need music/noise to write or do you prefer silence? MUNDAY MEME | ACCEPTING

19. Who is an author that inspires you? Margaret Atwood is surely one of my favorite author ever. A chapter of my master is even about one of her books (The Penelopiad). And I’m not sure you know her because she’s from Quebec, even if her books were translated in many languages, but surely Nelly Arcan. She died too young, but she had a way to write no one else has. She could speak of ugly things in such a poetic way ? It was very impressive!

20. Do you need music/noise to write or do you prefer silence? I prefer silence because I love music too much and it distracts me. My attention is all over the music 😂

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The healer rolled her sore shoulder after handing off the infant to Cole. She’d been carrying the child for several hours. A short break was required, or she was certain her arm would fall off. Cole was the only one she trusted would be able to handle them for that amount of time. Even still, she wasn’t about to just let him walk off with them either.

“They’re a war orphan,” she offered. “Scouts found them in a refugee camp. The Inquisition offered help, and they were quick to hand them off. They’ve been colicky, so I’ve been carrying them for some time.”

“Noises, what are those noises they hurt my ears... Mama, mama please come back...” The words weren’t his own, this child was so little and yet, had already lost so much. 

“They don’t understand yet... That is probably for the better, isn’t it?” Cole already seemed very protective of the small one, holding them as though guarding them from the outside world.

“Do you know their name?”

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Leaning down he grips her chin and turns her head to look at him, curiosity on his face as he takes hers in. “Are you.. Alright?”