Nov 22, 2017
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Mike couldn’t help himself and gently pressed a kiss to Locke’s neck, feeling his pulse on his lips. He smiled and hoped that it won’t earn him a slap.
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💋💓
Mike couldn’t help himself and gently pressed a kiss to Locke’s neck, feeling his pulse on his lips. He smiled and hoped that it won’t earn him a slap.
Daarth adopts kitten... and eats their previous owners.
✅/❎
🌼 (namely foxglove, 'cause it's Locke we are talking about)
Mike smiled softly and fixed flower’s position a little bit.“Thank you, that’s very kind...”
@truly-amusing:
Locke nodded and rubbed his eyes. That is, he pushed his index finger and thumb thorough the eyeholes of his mask and rubbed his eyes like that.
“I know, I know. I’ve just… been working, you know it, ser.” A sheet of paper slipped off his lap onto the ground, but he didn’t notice. “My head is fit to burst. It’s too noisy to let me rest. Sometimes I wonder if I could do better without it.”
Prescott gave a small hum of acknowledgement to the response and pressed a tankard into the Jester’s hand. It wasn’t new for the Bounty Hunter to be at the tavern every night he wasn’t either out working for the Heir or at the Abbey in attempts to declutter his head afterward. A habit left over from when he'd hunt new towns that he somewhat turned into a hobby seeing as he was never really one to get drunk on a nightly basis. “Bar’s not the place to escape noise, entertaining as it is.”
♥
[Right back at you, friendo! <3]
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Mike blinked in surprise and gave the Jester a small pat on the back.“Someone’s lonely, I see.”
🚙 ((I don't really care about which muse. Hell, I could even play some AU Locke, just to make it fit. Your choice.))
[alrighty have a BFA* then]
The tall, masked man stuck out his thumb noticing the incoming carriage that seemed to be almost empty if not for the jester inside. There was something monstrous about his size, something odd about how the mask fit his face and his hair, while resembling dreadlocks, looked nothing like typical dreadlocks sporting by local Arbalest.
"Sanity has died. Not like anyone noticed."
“Old news. Very old news.”