[gently smushes your cheeks and hugs tight bc i hope you're doing well ;v; ]
I'm doing a lot better. Things are finally going in the right direction for a change.
Also, I missed your birthday, so like happy belated birthday you amazing lady
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[gently smushes your cheeks and hugs tight bc i hope you're doing well ;v; ]
I'm doing a lot better. Things are finally going in the right direction for a change.
Also, I missed your birthday, so like happy belated birthday you amazing lady
'Do you have any knowledge on your species' medicine?'
shadowofanassassin
" woman, you really need to stop disappearing on me. It's getting very tiresome. "
Her words are serious, but there is a hint of jest beneath her tone, for Adrastia had been more worried than angered. It seems she was not the only one with a habit of vanishing off the map for periods at a time, so perhaps now she knew how her children felt. No matter--Pan has stopped for a visit, and the Dragon is glad to see her companion is still alive and breathing instead of dead and buried.
"Oh, Pan?"
"Do you mind telling me if the man who was bothering you a month or so ago was a cop or not? I need to know who's getting their hands dirty."
shadowofanassassin
"Damn right Vexx is mine."
'And gladly so.'
"Don't die on me now darling. I need you to pull through."
tamlen's a fuckboy.
via shadowofanassassin
he's not one to make threats, but at the gates of some strange little camp he has so gracefully stumbled upon, guards have already managed to draw their swords and stand around him as if they're actually going to do something.
tamlen squints, debates on what to do. he draws his bow, turns on his heel, eyes squinted. all of them are human.
s h e m l e n.
brows furrow, a scowl replacing the look of confusion that was previously there. his lip draws back only slightly into a snarl, elvish slipping smoothly past his lips with each turn, each twitch they make.
he doesn't want to fight... but he will if he has to. shems are an easy target for him.