#softlyslxwly

[witchfooolery]

"please be human, please be human, please be human.  wait, are you human?  is that a rude question to ask somebody?  you're not some kind of vengeful fairy nymph thing, right?  i encountered one in the wild the other day and i nearly lost an ear, but she did have very pretty hair like yours.  actually, she was pretty in general.  just like you.  ...i'm gonna just shut up now so please buy a potion.  or the herb cheese.  the honey's all handmade and everything. i mean, i obviously didn't make the honey, but you ... knew that.  right, shutting up."

[dispensata-blog]

The wife glides in and kisses Lon'qu on the cheek ovo

[grimama-blog]

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☾ sleeps

             I believe Grima has to  take care of the body, aka the vessel. So Grima does infact have to sleep but Grima sleeps the bare minimum when it comes to needing rest and will only rest when the body cannot stand it no longer. Grima picks a spot aware from everyone, probably a nasty corner where the hobos sleep. And rests there, this in fact means its possible to sneak upon Grima. Sadly, that is the faults of having a human body as your main... Well. Vessel. Grima itself does not have to rest at all, it is an entity, being, a deity from which simply exists. But again as that attachment to its life is because the vessel robin, Grima has to properly care for the body.

[lastdxnce]

Sings the precious son lullabies, brings tea and cookies for bed.

     Reluctantly accepts tea and cookies and actually sleeps for once because of lullabies.

[lastdxnce]

softlyslxwly replied to your post

you cant just tell me when to procreate, son

but mom

[lastdxnce]

「 softlyslxwly 」

          His movements stopped suddenly at the sound of----footsteps? Leaves rustling? It was hard to tell, but the pale-haired man's head turns, with chocolate eyes scanning the surrounding area for anyone who might have caught a glimpse of his dance.

          Uncharacteristically, his heart was pounding. Normally the only thing that could get him any sort of nervous or excited was gallanting a woman, but the thought of someone seeing his dance moves--his rough and unpractised dance moves--was somehow mortifying to the young man. Still, when he spoke, he kept his voice upbeat and brave, without a hint of the tremor he felt.

          "Come on out now!" Inigo calls, letting an easy smile find his lips. "No need to be shy--it's much better to admire me up close!"

[lastdxnce]

PRECIOUS SON!

MOMMY

[betwixtarcher-blog]

Team wtf is going on.

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