#sarethros

[minds-eye-theatrics]

MUSE

Name: Sarethros Stormweaver

Species: Dragon

Age: 119 Years

Class: Wizard 20

Bio: [WIP]

[nameaprice]

Continued with @sarethros

Sivir expected no response from the man, perhaps just a peck or a gasp of surprise, but he kissed back with intention and coaxed a shudder from her with it. She rested a hand on his chest as he deepened the kiss and did the same in return. She was bold indeed. When finally they pulled away her voice was low in asking "What does that mean?"

[nameaprice]

I dare you to kiss.... @sarethros

Prompted: Send "I dare you to kiss..." with a url/name and my muse will have to kiss that person on the lips.

While they had met recently and Sivir was still on the search for that prized target who she was supposed to kill, she stuck around the university and general area where they would seemingly be. Sareth, the mage and scholar who she stumbled upon at an inn a few days before was at the same tavern she was.

It was a good strategy to stick to someone with a familiar face, have others believe a foreigner like her was trustworthy. When someone at the bar, where she sat, proposed a drinking game and dared her to kiss the man beside her Sivir did not hesitate and grasped for his chin assertively before pressing a sensual kiss to his lips.

[paleobird]

🐈- Leaning on Eilsyn

"That's much better, isn't it?"

Eislyn was always happy to provide a shoulder for a dreamer to lean on... literally, in this case. It helped that she was very, very soft.

"Now, what is it that seems to vex you?"