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[i-am-hiremwen]

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"Charmed, I’m sure." Hiremwen muttered dubiously, before smiling. "I might be able to repay the favour if you showed your face, pet."

[i-am-hiremwen]

╰☆╮ Drunk, of course. Or maybe not...

Hiremwen chuckled, before smirking at Aren. “I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink, pet. We'd better get you upstairs before you say something even more ridiculous.”

[i-am-hiremwen]

♥

Send me a “♥” for my muse’s reaction to yours crawling onto the bed, trying to be seductive.

Hiremwen groaned, still feeling the effects of the ridiculous amount of alcohol she’d had last night. Turning over to avoid the sunlight streaming in from the window, she nearly screamed.

Aren was lying in her bed. Naked.

Mercifully (or not), it seemed as though he had not long been there…so last night wasn’t as much of a disaster as her addled imagination had feared.

[i-am-hiremwen]

Wrath

“Ya know what makes me really angry? When lordlings and kings can steal from the ordinary folk—who don’t have enough fer themselves in the first place, scraping by constantly—to line their pockets, and they’re seen as ‘good rulers’ and I steal (‘cause that’s what it is, I know that) from them in return, to live…and I’m an abomination. I mean, we knew that anyway, but it shouldn’t be a crime to want to live. Of course, I shouldn’t have to resort to what I do in the first place, but that’s a whole different issue…you’ll have to get me another drink if you want that story.”

[i-am-hiremwen]

@amanofmyown - 'don't read below the cut' number meme

13. Our characters working together

It had been hard--fucking hard, one could say--but eventually, they finished. Hiremwen looked up at the roof of her grandparent's cottage and smiled. She'd been meaning to thatch it for a long time, but always found excuses - with Hal, there was no room for that. The final straw had been when he called her a coward - he still had a scratch-mark near his eye for bringing that particular nugget of wisdom to the table.

She'd been thinking for a while that it might be nice to move back up here for a while - no people, for a start. But it was so domestic, and the thought made her repress a shiver. No. Before settling down, she had to move on. Bree was getting old by now.

"I'll fetch something for dinner, and bring it up. Take a break, princess." She could not bring herself to say thank you. That would have been a step too far.

[i-am-hiremwen]

(Icebreaker meme) "You smell like cinnamon."

Hiremwen froze slightly, trying to place the unfamiliar voice - failing, she turned, and looked the stranger up-and-down.

"I’ve been making mulled wine - it should be ready by now, if you’d care to join me. I’ve made enough to provide for an army, so the inn won’t be missing much.” She smiled what she hoped was a welcoming smile…but then, it had been a long time since she’d been required to do so.

[i-am-hiremwen]

"Do you want to help me make some mulled wine?"

"Do you seriously think we’ll have any left to sell to the inn if you get involved in making it?” Hiremwen teased lightly, before moving to get the spices.

"You can if you want - you’ll have to buy some sugar."

[i-am-hiremwen]

@amanofmyown: Red String of Fate

Result = 37: Our muses are destined to do jail time together

The hours passed like days, the days like years. There were times when the time flew – the pair laughed, recounted past heists, and were happy. There were others when they had to be forcibly separated, for genuine fear of the damage they could do to each other. And then there were those horrid times in which they just sat in their forced companionship, frozen in silence.

They were partners, yes. They hadn’t chosen each other – it often seemed as though they had been thrown together as a practical joke. But, joke or no, they were a good team – they both hesitated to use the term interdependent – that would have made it too clinical. What mattered was that they had each other’s back…for the moment.