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His chest swells, like poison infecting his lungs, the sting of his rapidly beating heart and it thunders through his ears. Reaver’s words are venom, he is an adder that Dutch had allowed to slither around his neck and now he is facing the bite.
His eyebrows knit together, his mind racing. After all the two had been through, that night Dutch had poured his heart out to the latter man about how he lost his Annabelle and the two of them seemed to have a spark between them, one that ignited so fast and now that has already come to pass and it makes Dutch feel sick to his stomach. In his sorrow there is anguish.
❛ You...treacherous snake! ❜ He wants to shoot him straight through the navel and watch him squirm but another part of him just cannot bring himself to go there with someone he once adored. ❛ I gave you all, I gave you my trust. I gave you my heart and you took it all and mangled it. ❜
/ @willbeshot
Starter Call. || @willbeshot
❝... Don’t.❞
❛ I find it difficult to believe that people find you INTIMIDATING . You seem little more intimidating than a dressed up chihuahua . ❜
@willbeshot liked this!
@willbeshot inquired: ‘ you are a wild , unkempt thing ’
clench of jaw / 𝙄𝙍𝙍𝙄𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 in the lines about emerald hues -- ; tilt of her head accompanied by shift of auburn locks against shoulders , watching other steadily ; gauging , uncertainty in the twisting of fingers before her . yet , timbre of voice naught but ＳＴＲＥＮＧＴＨ that she did not feel within her bones . pause , purse of rouged lips . ‘ an’ yer 𝘙𝘜𝘋𝘌 , best be watching yer 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 if ye know what’s good for ye . ‘
@willbeshot didn’t ask for a thing, but got one anyway.
‘ i frequently wonder why i continue to spend time with you. ’ she dulled of court life, being a queen had its perks, sure. yet, every time she found herself bored by life at court she found herself in a drunken stupor, sitting at the edge of bower lake, in the company of reaver. ‘ but i suppose its better than listening to walter’s drab. ’
kicks in walter’s door!!
“Balls—Can’t a man get some privacy in this castle?”
(A picture taken of the King by Barnum's photomographic device, about a month after his remarkably lucky recovery from being shot by Reaver.)
Tell me, Albion, was there ever as holy a man as our King? No, of course not! His halo commends his divinity.
As pure? No, of course not! His diet is purity itself.
As good? No, of course not. His every action is sparked with nobility.
As extravagant? No, of course not. His riches are as grand as his richness in Hero blood.
As... Sensual?
No... of course not.
((New RP blog for my take on the Hero of Fable 2, @sexfiend-saint ! I made this because, to my knowledge, the only other Fable-themed blog is @willbeshot , but feel free to correct me if you know of/ have one!))
