Aug 11, 2014
"Balthier, you may require a bit more training when it comes to comfort a young man's broken heart rather than a young lady's."
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"Balthier, you may require a bit more training when it comes to comfort a young man's broken heart rather than a young lady's."
eeeeeeey gurl i hear u want the d |:
D? What d?
I do not know of this d that u speak of |:
Do u mean a drink? Yes yes I could have a drink |:
The Phoenix Cave II After the Fall
For a terrifying instant he saw nothing, felt nothing but oppressive heat at his back. He groped for his dagger, trying to catch something, anything, to break his fall. A flash of light seared across his vision and he hit the ground. Immense pain shot through him as he sprawled.
The sound of fire burning assaulted his senses. Turning his head slowly to the right, he saw lava flow. Further beyond stood walkways. Locke found his path, alright.
Warmth flooded his side and he realized what else he found. Spikes, wrought from steel, lined the ground around where he lay. One had found a comfortable home in his lower back. He chanced to move his legs; both seemed to respond.
Spine still good, then.
Locke thought he heard Rikku’s voice, echoing from a great distance. Hopefully she wouldn’t chance coming down into the darkness and risk injury herself.
Nothing to do but try and sit up. Leaning heavily on his bags, he pushed hard. As the spike came free, he felt blood flowing anew. He summoned every ounce of concentration he could muster and reached a hand backward. The spell finally came, stemming the flow of blood but, he could feel, not closing the wound completely. With his limited reach and magical abilities, he could do little else. It was so fucking hot…
Pouring some potion onto a roll of bandage, he did his best to wrap the wound as tightly as possible.
No time to rest. He’d only boil in his own juices if he stopped. Groaning in pain, muscles shaking from exertion, he rose to his feet.
Follow that walkway.
Dagger in hand, he took step by leaden step, giving the lava lake a wide berth.
“Hope nothin’ nasty is lurkin’ down here…”
prodigiousbunansa replied to your post:prodigiousbunansa replied to your post: im 2...
NO KILLING CATS IS WRONG BRO
THE SEXY WAS TOO MUCH FOR THE POOR CAT
and the poor mu
prodigiousbunansa replied to your post:prodigiousbunansa replied to your post:"Eh. C was...
gets him real pancakes - the good ivalician shit
*eats the hell out of those fuckers*
*suspicious tho*
"Don’t look too cruelly upon me - a man can only handle so much ire when he’s bare as a babe before a lady he fancies."
She was too thrown from his words to even register any irritation or ire that here he was, standing in front of her, completely naked.
Yes, there was definitely a pattern starting to form with their interactions, and she had no idea what to make of them. So perhaps the thing to do was to respond with a question that could get him thrown?
"Ah..." She cleared her throat. "Where did you get your tattoos?" That at least, held some genuine curiosity.
phantasmal-knight said: ooc; this is where balthier should step in and they can have a bidding war I:
(BIDDING WAR! BIDDING WAR!)
"What's that about my terrible cooking?"