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"How do you drink your sake? I'm sure someone as powerful as yourself could indulge on gallons of it if you so felt the inclination," he sounds wistful once more, as though imagining himself able to succumb to such calibers of alcoholism without becoming inebriated. "Speak, let me live through you vicariously.." Kazuha was leading them to a tavern ( Read more... ) -
thingy
“Do you know why I’m here?”
"I've reflected since we last spoke," Aether elicits a strained bout of laughter, putting up his gloved hands in surrender, the lights flickering off the cuffs of his bracers the only source truly illuminating the dimly lit tavern room that they both stood situated in. Well, Aether’s room anyway. He took another step, ( Read more... ) -
example
"what insipid thoughts could be going through your head right now... " he murmurs lowly, his brows drawing to an incurious furrow at his temples. " shouldn't you be offering to entertain me right now...? or should I come up with ways to entertain myself...? " he queries, a precarious edge to his tonality. "mm, what is that look on your face.... you ( Read more... ) -
beg
An exhortation of vagary- something that took him aback completely and utterly. While it was not an atypical occurrence for one of the knights to seek him out and ask him to do them a favor- for Jean to raise a brow at him and request free labor from him, or for Barbara to come running up to him because she noticed him near the church, her delicate ( Read more... ) -
intriguing
acicular - sharp weaponry curves into an awn, darkened with the crude and coagulated revenants of blood-- and the balladeer upends- spinning it between his fingers, the dagger satiating his boredom... poorly.
his edacious bloodlust barely sated, and he thrusts the blade into the headboard. the wood splintering to accommodate the gesture. it sticks ( Read more... ) -
proximity
draped in thick habiliments against pure 𝖺𝗅𝖻𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇t pallor and a varrant contrast of coquelicot and black strands of hair
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Coy
beautiful, violent, vulgar.
CHARILY- tensile of his fingers wreathe through pale strands of hair, and he crooks his wrist enough to forcibly cant your head towards him. It is painful, the strain on your neck alone enough to make you cry out, a choked sound that barely makes it out. Obstinately, you press your lips together in order to stifle any ( Read more... )
