i scare people lots because i walk very softly and they don’t hear me enter rooms so when they turn around i’m just kind of there and their fear fuels me
"The Exodar," he breathed aloud to himself looking up to the ceiling in the Telaar inn, he wondered which day he was supposed to head there to…conveniently bump into them…or on invitation, he wasn’t sure which. Perhaps he’d say it was an invitation…perhaps he’d decide when he seen the knights demeanor. His attention returned to the book he was looking at; a handcrafted book, not old but worn around the edges. Some words some sketches, mostly sketches and drawings jewelry that was made or planned.
His mind still wandered through, the priestess belonged to Hadeon, well she was his ward and he was responsible for her. His own interactions with her the other night hadn’t been normal for Mosur and he wondered if he hadn’t retained some sarcastic disregard for people. Regardless he still found it strange her unwillingness to answer direct questions. It was possible her mind was easily thrown off track and she was trying to explain herself before even answering the question. Then again he didn’t think she had ever gotten around to answering any that he had asked of her, only made excuses for why she had done what she had rather than admitting to what she had done. She couldn’t admit she was wrong…not necessarily a terrible thing but it could be if one couldn’t even admit to themselves that they were wrong.
Wrong. He took a sidelong glance away from his book, chest heavy now with thoughts and regret. So hard to acknowledge being wrong no matter how far down the rabbit hole one fell.
|Anonymous said: Ah, I don't want to be rude at all, but for the previous watercolor brush question could you screenshot the actual settings?|
YES YOU ARE BEING RUDE AND YOU SHOULD FEEL BAD
(nah youre fine, here’s the settings of the setup im using right now, but be warned cuz the blending can get really finicky at times
"video games make people aggressive" let me tell you something i know a lot of people who play video games and i dont think they leave their houses
|malvalen said: ☌and ☯ (sorry not sorry). :3 P.S. Hadgor 5ever.|
(First, I’ll answer the piercing one OOCly. No. He doesn’t have anything pierced. One of my other males does, though… Secondly, I’ll have you know that writing this one cost me my second gin and tonic.)
The world could burn for all he cared. Hell, it probably was. Everything else seemed to have gone topsy-turvy in an instant, so what was the end of the world in comparison? His back was shoved up against the wall behind him, Zrimgor’s body pressing heavily against his. It struck Hadeon, for an instant, how odd it felt to have someone taller than him - for once - mashed hoof to chest against him.
The agony of being seared by the Light still poured through every nerve and lined every sensation for hours after in white-gold fire. A boom - something crashing to the ground with catastrophic result - shook the building and Hadeon’s lips brushed the side of his Ebon brother’s neck.
"I have to get inside you," he rasped, barely able to speak past the sensation of Zrimgor’s thigh pressed between his own. "Are you sure he will be fine with it?"
"He won’t mind," Zrimgor mumbled, his head lolling against Hadeon’s shoulder. "He’s here anyway."
Does this make it a foursome?
Rather than respond to the voice in his head, Hadeon tightened his arms around Zrimgor’s waist and held him closer. Though Zrimgor was slightly larger than Hadeon, years of smithing had made his arms as big as most males’ thighs and unarmored as they both were, his weight was great, but bearable. It was a welcome press against his currently sensitized body. Hadeon’s grasp slid down from Zrimgor’s shoulders, bare hands caressing over his shirt and pausing at his lower back.
"Are you sure?"
"Shut up and do it."
Hadeon slid his hands down farther, over the tight curves of Zrimgor’s butt. His roaming touch stopped at the top of Zrimgor’s thigh, where a spar of metal jutted out, spearing him through the leg front to back. Yanking it free in one swift motion, Hadeon shoved two fingers into the wound created by pulling the metal free, trying to plug the nicked artery before Zrimgor passed out on him.
"Next time we decide to go out for lunch, let us avoid Hearthglen, yes?"
HOW did I miss this!?! Hadgor 5ever!