#vaelly

[ofdxlish]

prince charming. i'm prepared.

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[malefxcar]

vaelly liked your post for a starter 

     "exiled prince... what a flashy title.       i myself, have always been partial to       'bastard brother'- carvers favorite,      & 'damn mage'.  though i suppose      theres a certain ring to your own."

[hislast]

vaelly

HOW, pray tell, is the CREATURE expected to REACT, if not this?  The streets of KIRKWALL are perhaps the WORST place for Erebos---- a GRIFFON with a WINGSPAN of nearly thirty feet and a STAGGERING height to BOOT. But Sebastian's ARMOR... This is the only CON about something so SHINY and        V I S U A L L Y       P L E A S I N G----      It ATTRACTS birds.

[ofdxlish]

[9:07:11 PM] <Seb> Maybe you should take them to the Chantry. Andraste always listens.  [9:07:19 PM] <Wei> I'm a good listener--  [9:07:27 PM] <Mihtriel> FUCK ANDRASTE  [9:07:43 PM] <Seb> PARDON ME.  [9:07:49 PM] <Wei> ...  [9:07:52 PM] <Mihtriel> YOU HEAR D M E 

[ofdxlish]

[9:01:19 PM] <Mihtriel> IM GOING TO SET HIM ON FIRE  [9:01:25 PM] <Wei> SIT YOUR ASS DOWN.  [9:01:31 PM] <Sebastian> WHY. WHAT HAVE I DONE.  [9:01:43 PM] <Wei> I BOUGHT YOUR DRINKS SO YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME.  [9:01:45 PM] <Mihtriel> YOU'VE DONE EVERYTHING, MR FUCKING LUCKY CHARMS  [9:01:52 PM] <Sebastian> ..... RUDE. 

[ofdxlish]

[8:46:32 PM] <Seb> I want you to know that nothing makes me wish I was not a Brother. It's the best thing, really.  [8:46:39 PM] <Mihtriel> ....  [8:46:44 PM] <Mihtriel> You're totally lying.  [8:46:45 PM] <Wei> That is a goddamn lie. 

[ofdxlish]

[8:41:29 PM] ♛ ѕρσσк qυєєη.: [8:40:31 PM] ♕ Gʀᴜᴍᴘʏ Dᴀʟɪsʜ Mᴏᴍ: do seb then [8:40:38 PM] ♛ ѕρσσк qυєєη.: id like to but [8:41:42 PM] ♕ Gʀᴜᴍᴘʏ Dᴀʟɪsʜ Mᴏᴍ: do him so hard [8:41:42 PM] ♚ʜᴀᴡᴋᴇsᴏᴍᴇ.: OL Y SUFK

[ofwalks-a-blog]

                    It's late when she climbs into bed,fingers tapping against the sheets,                     against the posts, to find her way. He watches her fondly, smiling as                     the other finally reaches him, no more tapping as her senses tell                     her exactly where her beloved is.     He meets her with open arms, hands sliding down a soft back,     marking the blades and ridges he finds there beneath her tunic.     She sighs once, twice, before resting her head against his chest,     chuckle leaving her as eyes close.           She...is beautiful.    He wraps her in the furs, in the blankets, and in the love he cannot    hide. She cannot truly see his smile, but he knows she can feel it    when hands finally cease in movements, simply holding and never    wanting to let go.   When she buries herself deeper, sleep drawing her close, he wants   to cry, to pray that this will be it. This will be the last night he allows   himself such indulgence. He cannot love her, yet here he is, in love.   What a strange thing to befall him. What a strange thing to lament.                               He has many things to regret.                              He doesn't want this to be one. The time to leave is soon, yet the breathing form now slumbering in his arms holds him down and strips of his plan, his cause. He joined because it was a mean to an end. Never did he expect to have  his loneliness taken, replaced by such...passion. Ana moves, and his arms tighten automatically. She has been through so much, deserves all that she has and more.                                She does not deserve him.               Tonight he will hold her. But tonight will not be last.               Tonight is only a countdown of what is to come