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veilstorms replied to your post: also reminder that gil-martin changes his face so...
is robert just /really/ not perceptive or
he’s just so thick honestly??? like he notices the shapeshifting he just kind of shrugs and doesn’t question it. and literally almost every character in the book is like ‘uh mate i think your friend is the actual devil’ and he never gets it he’s always like ‘nah can’t be.’
( @veilstorms [x] )
Even so, he knows it is not, however Eruli may argue. His little girl works far too much, is asked far too much. His responsible girl. He holds her head gently in his hands, drawing her in.
“ You need to sleep, Eruli. Must I carry you? ”
veilstorms started following you
STARES AT THE ERU
@veilstorms
❛ … ❜ she’s sitting in the branches of a tree, knees pressed to her chest. running away from her problems, of course – the problem being that she can’t stand watching thousands of pitying eyes in sky- hold turn towards her after everyone found out about her clan’s massacre. she can’t look at his eyes either, in fear that they’ll have the same pitying expression that everyone else’s does. ❛ please … go away, solas. ❜
Indeed, to her misfortune, he is not so easily deterred. He may be much older than he once was, but he is not much less limber. If she does not oblige, she may pursue. With silent, nimble feet, he hoists himself into the foliage to join her, skillfully stepping on the branches until he is beside her. His face is indeed voice of any false pity. She does not need that.
He hums softly and lifts a hand to remove a small leaf from her hair.
“ Hiding from them only encourages more concern. ”
❝Lavellan-san, ❞ he had waylaid the Druid as she exited the Greenhouse. The sun still bled against the quickly darkening horizon and Hiro felt it wasn’t proper for a woman to walk in the rapidly encroaching dark alone. ❝Allow me to escort you to your cabin.❞ It was obvious from his body language, ears lowered, tail flicking anxiously that he was uncomfortable.
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[H_Ƭαкє’ѕнι ( 9:37 α.м.) ] Goodmorning, Lavellan-san. [H_Ƭαкє’ѕнι ( 9:37 α.м.) ] I hope your day fares well. [H_Ƭαкє’ѕнι ( 9:38 α.м.) ] Have you received the latest paperwork from Hatchi-san? Perhaps someone took my stack, you’ve seen it?
It had gone too far, these gifts were unneeded and unnecessary; and it made the feline very uncomfortable. He walked the grounds of Black Forest academy, sharp leonine depths set on the green house where the origin of these gifts.. a plant he clutched tightly within blackened clawed fingers, lie. Freshly polished shoes clicked impatiently against the pavement as he threw open the door of the humid green house and stared daggers at the woman, an elf, and a druid at that. He stalked past several students whom recoiled in fear, the stench of peppermint and the chilled air obviously foreboding. But it was the look that was set upon his apathetic face that terrified them. As he reached the woman, he nearly slammed the potted plant on the tab and growled venemously. ❝Stop leaving your belongings outside my cabin. ❞
