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[ondolemcr-blog]

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NSFW Headcanons [ accepting ]

Answered the First one 

Rough Dominance?

He’s generally more of a soft dom, tbh. Unless there is a reason for him to be rough – which can definitely happen, and he has no problem with it. But he doesn’t like feeling like … he has to bend someone to do what he says, he wants them to do that with ease, but there are always special cases. 

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     The hooded man smiles in the shadow beneath his cowl. “Nothing urgent, dear sister - merely your company. I heard that there were complications on your last contract - nothing too serious, I hope?”

He likes to keep an eye on his siblings - more like his wards, the way he treats them; Arquen once likened him to a mother hen (although not to his face) - and take an interest in more than just their progress and success rate. It would not be much of a family if they did not come together for more than business.

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@rcgrctlcss sought knowledge

Mora had never in his existence claimed to be a people person, but he did claim to be an excellent observer of people; a man with one heel of his boot rather worn down, for example, was a man who walked too heavily on the one leg... an old injury of the hip was likely, or perhaps he merely worked as a labourer, often carrying heavy objects on that same side.

Ipso facto, a young woman wandering (seemingly) aimlessly through the market and subtly looking over her shoulder every so often was a woman who was hunted. Yet when it became clear to him every subtle glance was aimed at another market-goer, Mora knew then she was no frightened girl. She was not hunted, she was THE HUNTER.

He smiled softly beneath his hood and casually passed the young hunter by, purposefully murmuring “The market is full of thieves and ne’er-do-wells these days” when close enough to be heard above the everyday din.

[ondolemcr-blog]

"I told everyone I didn't want to talk but I'm actually dying for attention."

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*            Ondolemar arched an eyebrow as he turned to look towards the woman in a way that would be almost judgmental, if it weren’t for a glint of amusement in his bright green eyes.  “Hm,” he said in a falsely pensive sort of tone, “I’ll chance a guess that plan is not going quite the way you hoped it would, or you would have many more people around you to talk to.  Rather than just me.”