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[pandorantales]

Rough touch! [Rai and whoever...*flings more muses at you*]

@swampbastards //  17. Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.

Constant vigilance were Khaleesi’s words to live by on Pandora. She was on her own, and had no one else to watch her back. Still, she was human, so mistakes were sometimes made. Like now. And though none had gotten her killed before, There was a first time for everything. And only one death.

She felt the hand close around her’s clamping down tight, silencing any noise she could make, and impeding her breathing somewhat. Her arm was pulled behind her back and her free hand immediately went to the stranger’s over her lips.

[pandorantales]

🍞 [for Lochlan from Kayin XD]

Send ‘🍞’ to throw a loaf of bread at my muse. // @swampbastards

The Holy Spirits was bustling with people, many coming in and out, drinking, eating, socializing. Lochlan was rushing back and forth on waiter duty, making drinks, taking them to people. It was crazy sure, but nice. Lochlan enjoyed the mindless noise. Then he felt a chuck of bread connect with his head, nearly dropping the tray of dirty glasses in his hand. Setting he tray on the bar he turned toward the woman who had thrown the bread.

“What the fu-” He stopped, eye taking in how beautiful the girl was. “...what the hell? What do you want?”