pick your head up king your crown is falling
January 3, 2025 at 9:07 AM
pick your head up king your crown is falling
- and she shoots him a sideways glance. Her lifted, freckled shoulder offers just enough to hide behind while she studies his face. ]
… And what would that be, darling. A mushroom? We *are* in the midst of the jungles, as you said.
[ She bats her lashes, but just can’t mask her intrigue! ]
… And what would that be, darling. A mushroom? We *are* in the midst of the jungles, as you said.
[ She bats her lashes, but just can’t mask her intrigue! ]
January 3, 2025 at 7:31 AM
- and she shoots him a sideways glance. Her lifted, freckled shoulder offers just enough to hide behind while she studies his face. ]
… And what would that be, darling. A mushroom? We *are* in the midst of the jungles, as you said.
[ She bats her lashes, but just can’t mask her intrigue! ]
… And what would that be, darling. A mushroom? We *are* in the midst of the jungles, as you said.
[ She bats her lashes, but just can’t mask her intrigue! ]
I would assume that may be related to the fact that we cannot venture to any of our main cities. Something about.. being a pair of wanted heretics?
[ She scrunches her nose and playfully taps his forehead. ]
No good deed goes unpunished, remember?
[ Yet, he manages to catch her off guard, -
[ She scrunches her nose and playfully taps his forehead. ]
No good deed goes unpunished, remember?
[ Yet, he manages to catch her off guard, -
January 3, 2025 at 7:31 AM
I would assume that may be related to the fact that we cannot venture to any of our main cities. Something about.. being a pair of wanted heretics?
[ She scrunches her nose and playfully taps his forehead. ]
No good deed goes unpunished, remember?
[ Yet, he manages to catch her off guard, -
[ She scrunches her nose and playfully taps his forehead. ]
No good deed goes unpunished, remember?
[ Yet, he manages to catch her off guard, -
I like things of the.. shiny variety?
January 3, 2025 at 7:25 AM
I like things of the.. shiny variety?
- poker face.. ]
P.. pffh!
P.. pffh!
December 30, 2024 at 4:37 AM
- poker face.. ]
P.. pffh!
P.. pffh!
Are you always this easily entertained, Santa Sael?
[ A stupid, childish display. The sort of thing that she would’ve found endlessly charming if she was still an innocent princess.
Yet she’s scoffing and snickering under her ruined palm, brows twitching at him. The one time she can’t hold a -
[ A stupid, childish display. The sort of thing that she would’ve found endlessly charming if she was still an innocent princess.
Yet she’s scoffing and snickering under her ruined palm, brows twitching at him. The one time she can’t hold a -
December 30, 2024 at 4:37 AM
Are you always this easily entertained, Santa Sael?
[ A stupid, childish display. The sort of thing that she would’ve found endlessly charming if she was still an innocent princess.
Yet she’s scoffing and snickering under her ruined palm, brows twitching at him. The one time she can’t hold a -
[ A stupid, childish display. The sort of thing that she would’ve found endlessly charming if she was still an innocent princess.
Yet she’s scoffing and snickering under her ruined palm, brows twitching at him. The one time she can’t hold a -
T’uh! Wintervale? The children’s tale? That is why you’ve woken me up at such an ungodly hour?
[ She groans, arching her back and shooting her palms skyward in a long, feline stretch.
Through a blurry squint, she finally seems to notice the makeshift festive display.. and arches a brow? ]
[ She groans, arching her back and shooting her palms skyward in a long, feline stretch.
Through a blurry squint, she finally seems to notice the makeshift festive display.. and arches a brow? ]
December 29, 2024 at 1:01 AM
T’uh! Wintervale? The children’s tale? That is why you’ve woken me up at such an ungodly hour?
[ She groans, arching her back and shooting her palms skyward in a long, feline stretch.
Through a blurry squint, she finally seems to notice the makeshift festive display.. and arches a brow? ]
[ She groans, arching her back and shooting her palms skyward in a long, feline stretch.
Through a blurry squint, she finally seems to notice the makeshift festive display.. and arches a brow? ]
[ Prying her “eyemask” up with a thumb (it’s actually a silk cloth), the bitter glare of a thousand bloody suns burned blue. This time, it scorched HIM! Her beauty rest?! Really?! Was he daft!! ]
This.. had *better* be good, wyrm..!
[ She tiredly hisses at him with a yawn. ]
This.. had *better* be good, wyrm..!
[ She tiredly hisses at him with a yawn. ]
December 28, 2024 at 5:06 PM
[ Prying her “eyemask” up with a thumb (it’s actually a silk cloth), the bitter glare of a thousand bloody suns burned blue. This time, it scorched HIM! Her beauty rest?! Really?! Was he daft!! ]
This.. had *better* be good, wyrm..!
[ She tiredly hisses at him with a yawn. ]
This.. had *better* be good, wyrm..!
[ She tiredly hisses at him with a yawn. ]
[ Posing with a hand poised over her chest for a spotlight that wasn’t there. ]
November 28, 2024 at 5:39 PM
[ Posing with a hand poised over her chest for a spotlight that wasn’t there. ]
/Perhaps/ I could have found the heart to spare you! Perhaps!
November 28, 2024 at 5:00 PM
/Perhaps/ I could have found the heart to spare you! Perhaps!
Darling, this is a fast track to /not/ getting lucky.
November 28, 2024 at 4:24 PM
Darling, this is a fast track to /not/ getting lucky.
Restraint? /You/? Don’t make me laugh!
November 28, 2024 at 3:00 PM
Restraint? /You/? Don’t make me laugh!
for YOU, apparently!
November 28, 2024 at 6:13 AM
for YOU, apparently!
You’re so sure of yourself. Go get laid somewhere else would you?
November 28, 2024 at 5:47 AM
You’re so sure of yourself. Go get laid somewhere else would you?
you don’t know what I want idiot
November 28, 2024 at 5:43 AM
you don’t know what I want idiot
why would I be mad that you’re a fucking LIAR
November 28, 2024 at 5:41 AM
why would I be mad that you’re a fucking LIAR
- submerged beneath the water, a guiding light for the jutted bones of his hips..
And then she’s staring right through him, again. Maybe he might regret flying by on the seat of his pants.. or maybe he’d benefit.
Time would tell. ]
And then she’s staring right through him, again. Maybe he might regret flying by on the seat of his pants.. or maybe he’d benefit.
Time would tell. ]
November 25, 2024 at 8:22 PM
- submerged beneath the water, a guiding light for the jutted bones of his hips..
And then she’s staring right through him, again. Maybe he might regret flying by on the seat of his pants.. or maybe he’d benefit.
Time would tell. ]
And then she’s staring right through him, again. Maybe he might regret flying by on the seat of his pants.. or maybe he’d benefit.
Time would tell. ]
Oh, don’t worry.
[ A finger lifts to twist around her cherry curls. ]
From what I understand, I’m awfully hard to miss.
[ The devil’s tongue sizzles between her lips, a grin just as wicked lifting up to her hexed sapphire eyes. They steal another glance down at his hands, almost -
[ A finger lifts to twist around her cherry curls. ]
From what I understand, I’m awfully hard to miss.
[ The devil’s tongue sizzles between her lips, a grin just as wicked lifting up to her hexed sapphire eyes. They steal another glance down at his hands, almost -
November 25, 2024 at 8:22 PM
Oh, don’t worry.
[ A finger lifts to twist around her cherry curls. ]
From what I understand, I’m awfully hard to miss.
[ The devil’s tongue sizzles between her lips, a grin just as wicked lifting up to her hexed sapphire eyes. They steal another glance down at his hands, almost -
[ A finger lifts to twist around her cherry curls. ]
From what I understand, I’m awfully hard to miss.
[ The devil’s tongue sizzles between her lips, a grin just as wicked lifting up to her hexed sapphire eyes. They steal another glance down at his hands, almost -
- folk are where there’s glory and gold. I do respect a survivor’s hustle, Sael.. but what I said before is still true.
[ Fluttering her lashes, she arches a brow at him and drags a breath through her teeth. ]
I was a bad, bad girl.. who knows if I still am?
[ Fluttering her lashes, she arches a brow at him and drags a breath through her teeth. ]
I was a bad, bad girl.. who knows if I still am?
November 25, 2024 at 9:02 AM
- folk are where there’s glory and gold. I do respect a survivor’s hustle, Sael.. but what I said before is still true.
[ Fluttering her lashes, she arches a brow at him and drags a breath through her teeth. ]
I was a bad, bad girl.. who knows if I still am?
[ Fluttering her lashes, she arches a brow at him and drags a breath through her teeth. ]
I was a bad, bad girl.. who knows if I still am?
- throne and ‘tradition’ otherwise.
[ Rolling her eyes. Though, she does manage to catch him stealing a few peeks.. and subconsciously, she puffs out her chest. How perfectly imperfect she was posed upon that rock shelf.. ]
And a lesser dragon would have succumbed to how filthy humanoid -
[ Rolling her eyes. Though, she does manage to catch him stealing a few peeks.. and subconsciously, she puffs out her chest. How perfectly imperfect she was posed upon that rock shelf.. ]
And a lesser dragon would have succumbed to how filthy humanoid -
November 25, 2024 at 9:02 AM
- throne and ‘tradition’ otherwise.
[ Rolling her eyes. Though, she does manage to catch him stealing a few peeks.. and subconsciously, she puffs out her chest. How perfectly imperfect she was posed upon that rock shelf.. ]
And a lesser dragon would have succumbed to how filthy humanoid -
[ Rolling her eyes. Though, she does manage to catch him stealing a few peeks.. and subconsciously, she puffs out her chest. How perfectly imperfect she was posed upon that rock shelf.. ]
And a lesser dragon would have succumbed to how filthy humanoid -
…My resume for good deeds isn’t exactly *full*, darling.
[ She makes a pinching motion, cocking her head aside to nestle into her freckled shoulder. ]
But I suppose I can understand one thing: spite is a motivator *most* compelling. A lesser lady would have crumbled to the pressures of the -
[ She makes a pinching motion, cocking her head aside to nestle into her freckled shoulder. ]
But I suppose I can understand one thing: spite is a motivator *most* compelling. A lesser lady would have crumbled to the pressures of the -
November 25, 2024 at 9:02 AM
…My resume for good deeds isn’t exactly *full*, darling.
[ She makes a pinching motion, cocking her head aside to nestle into her freckled shoulder. ]
But I suppose I can understand one thing: spite is a motivator *most* compelling. A lesser lady would have crumbled to the pressures of the -
[ She makes a pinching motion, cocking her head aside to nestle into her freckled shoulder. ]
But I suppose I can understand one thing: spite is a motivator *most* compelling. A lesser lady would have crumbled to the pressures of the -