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ㅤㅤㅤAlex makes a delighted sound, rolling onto his side to grin at Henry, "Oh my god, did you just call it a Slowie?? What does that entail, inquiring minds want to know, Henry!"

ㅤㅤㅤNot for the first time, the American thinks how he loves this side of Hen. How witty the Prince is, how cleverly he can turn a phrase. It's something Alex might never have known about him if they'd stayed acquaintances, connecting only at official diplomatic events. It strikes him anew that this is such a privilege, getting to play with these quicksilver sides of Henry, the irreverent parts of himself that no one in the public will ever see. 

ㅤㅤㅤSpeaking of irreverent… For a guy whose mouth is saying 'No Sex' to his fiancé, the Prince's hand in Alex's hair really tells another story entirely. The American's pupils dilate at the tug to his curls, one hand reaching out to grip the front of Hen's soft looking sweater in retaliation. "Tough negotiation, Your Majesty…" He murmurs, low and inviting, "…I might need a little demonstration. Y'know, to ensure I'm properly motivated?"

ㅤㅤㅤLeaning in closer, Alex's smile turns syrupy sweet, his eyes dipping to look at Henry's lips, "…Perhaps a kiss?"

Henry huffs a soft laugh, massaging those little curls at Alex's nape as a little of the tension is partner's been holding bleeds from him. It's gratifying to have this effect on someone else, especially knowing that the amount of love Henry holds in his heart is reciprocated in kind; he'd spent far too long guarding his heart from those who might want to tear him down or use him for his connections, his position. "Sorry, love." He's not really, though. "I can't help being sensible, just like I can't help what turns you on." Definitely a tease --- and it's accompanied by a small tug to the hair he's been running his fingers through, just to make his point.

Quickie? Oh, Henry would love to indulge, to say yes and give Alex exactly what he's angling for, but he fears it'd be too much of a distraction right now. Midnight really isn't that far off, after all.

"No sex before midnight unless you get that mock-brief done," he laughs properly now, but he's not a monster, so... "When you're done, I'll give you whatever you want. A slowie, if you like."

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WHOA!!!!! i love my friends' ocs

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"Nothing in the world belongs to me

But my love mine, all mine"

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Henry wearing the key... 🔑

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ㅤㅤㅤAlex turns his head towards Henry the moment the other man lies down next to him, pouting in a blatant bid for sympathy. His eyelashes flutter closed when the Prince cards deft fingers through his hair, some unacknowledged tension bleeding out of Alex at the familiar touch. Sighing gustily, the American grumbles, "....stop being so sensible. You know I find it super hot, and I'm supposed to have this mock-brief submitted by midnight." Which means there just isn't time for seduction on the rug tonight. Unless....

ㅤㅤㅤAlex opens one eye, eyebrows quirking as he gives Henry his most charming smile, "... Quickie?"

ㅤㅤㅤNever let it be said Alex Claremont-Diaz can't multi-task his procrastination.

Hen's first reaction is concern. Alex has worked so hard for so long to give up lawyering now, but when the American continues, the Prince's face gains a small smile as he sets aside the novel he's currently reading in favour of joining Alex on the rug. "We could revisit that particular topic," he begins agreeably, reaching forward to bury his fingers in the hair at the back of Alex's neck as he presses a kiss to the other man's forehead, "-but I rather think you'd go utterly mad with no big projects to work on all day."

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For @leschanceux's Henry because we need some mindless fluff right now

ㅤㅤㅤ"I've changed my mind about being a lawyer--" Alex announces, apropos of nothing, from where he's currently sprawled on the rug in their Brownstone living room. Textbooks are scattered around him in untidy piles, notes crowding their margins. There's a highlighter smudge on his cheek. "-- It's too hard and people are stupid. Can we revisit the topic of being a royally kept man?"

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Leonard Peltier is free. LEONARD PELTIER IS FINALLY FREE

IN A SEA OF HORRIBLE SHIT ON THIS DAY, THIS IS A SHINING MOMENT OF GOODNESS AND HOPE

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a thousand teeth yours among them, i know our hungers appeased our heartbeats becoming slow

—“in a week,” hozier

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ㅤㅤㅤAntoine is a man of simple pleasures. He relishes the deep curl of satisfaction that comes from placing a warm drink in Evka's hands, in watching her soften with the comfort of it, and seeing how she savors such a small kindness. He would do most anything to see those lines of fatigue melt from his beloved's face.

ㅤㅤㅤAt her comment, the Orlesian quirks his lips into a charmingly lopsided smirk, "I thought we agreed I won't try out new chemical combinations around you without a warning first?" Even if that warning is just something akin to 'Duck!' He flaps a dismissive hand, looking far too carefree about admitting, "-- perhaps I put a little something with kick into the cider. It is only apple brandy, I promise."

ㅤㅤㅤSettling onto the stool next to Evka, Antoine props his elbows onto his knees and looks at her with eyes soft from concern, "You are pushing yourself very hard, amour. I know you take this responsibility to lead the Wardens seriously..."

ㅤㅤㅤBut, Antoine doesn't say, I worry for you. Truly, He is more proud than ever to be at Evka's side, and yet he also frets about her wellbeing. About what this responsibility might do to her, if the tide of the war against these Elven Gods were to turn against them and the worst happen. Antoine does not doubt that Evka will sacrifice herself for the Wardens. Not just for him, but for all of them. While it is a characteristic that Antoine loves about her, he must admit: it terrifies him.

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 // accepting ➥ @immortalmuses sent :: ( DRINK ) offering mine a cup of a chosen drink. (perhaps herbal tea or a tasty beer?) - From Antoine to Evka

She is tired. She tries not to show it, but it is written along the bags under her eyes. Etched within the new creases that wrinkle her forehead. She knew that taking ( or more so, voluntold into )  the position of First Warden would be taxing but this, this was damn near overwhelming. A heavy sigh leaves her as she removes herself from checklists and assignment notes and stretches as she aimlessly walks around the space.

Evka folds her arms around herself while looking at the desk, the ink and the parchments and sighs. In time there comes movement from her periphery. Gaze shifts from the hot beverage coming into view ( the smile is instant, an endearing expression follows ) to the one presenting it. 

Could Antoine sense her weariness? Could he feel out her exhaustion like he could read into the Blight or sense other aspects around him that people might simply ignore? Or perhaps she’s always been transparent for him alone. 

Hot apple cider; Evka takes the mug and holds it in both hands letting the heat sink into her fingers before taking a hearty sip... but there comes a long pause as she glances down to the drink, then to her husband.

❝ Antoine, either you spiked this or accidentally mixed in one of your concoctions. ❞ She looks at him with a curious arch to her brow, her gaze following the slow pull of a smirk along his lips. ❝ Guess I’m going to get a reaction one way or another. ❞ She softly laughs over her little tease then takes a slower sip from the mug, a deeper sigh leaving her as a different warm feeling washes over her.

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BERTHINDEATH :// — ❝ open your H E A R T S to the final day, companion of all the ages.❞ — INDEPENDENT & MUTUALS ONLY roleplay blog for gwendolyn "rook" ingellvar from dragon age: the veilguard.

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The aforementioned spoiled creature, looking at me like I'm crazy pants for wanting to ride him in 7° Fahrenheit weather

woowee it's an artic tundra outside but I still gotta go to the barn to make sure my spoiled horse is comfy and warm and gets his snackums

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we have fun here in Thedas

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The time has finally come.

For a little while now, this blog has felt a little too disjointed, crowded by a diverse range of characters that span some very different fandom aesthetics. It was troubling me, especially since the tone of the blog never felt like it aligned with my Marvel muses. So I'm finally comfortable in the decision to move those characters to their own dedicated blog at @marvelforged

Going forward, I'll be relocating all threads for the following characters to the new blog. My Muse List has been updated accordingly:

Logan Howlett

Teddy Altman

Bruce Banner

Dani Moonstar

James Proudstar

Charli Ramsey

Tyrone Johnson

Phastos

Pavitr Prabhakar

Pleased feel encouraged to check out the new blog at:

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmarvelforged.tumblr.com

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woowee it's an arctic tundra outside but I still gotta go to the barn to make sure my spoiled horse is comfy and warm and gets his snackums

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OK BUT DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION

HOW IS IT SO DAMN GOOD

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ㅤㅤㅤImpending cataclysmic war with a would-be God and his army of Demons aside, The Iron Bull considers most of the Inquisition's field work to be pretty pleasant stuff. Nice views, some darkspawn ass kicking, maybe even a Dragon to slay. Plus, Bull has spent the better part of entire days winding Dorian Pavus into a snit like an angry cat (he's really quite pretty when he's outraged).

ㅤㅤㅤSo most of the time, the Qunari is pleased to be on an outing with the team. That is, until things go sideways like they did today. This recent battle was a bit of a shit show, in The Iron Bull's professional™ opinion.

ㅤㅤㅤNone of them came away unscathed, but it seems like Dorian really caught the worst of it, if the grimace of pain tightening the mage's features is any indication. That bothers Bull in a way he’d prefer not to examine too closely, except to acknowledge that it should have been him taking that body shot instead of the Vint. What good is he on this team if not to be a Wall between his people and harm’s way?

ㅤㅤㅤTo add insult to (literal) injury, he and Pavus were also cut off by a rockslide, probably some debris blasted loose in all the chaos. The Iron Bull bodily lifted Dorian out of harm's way, at least, but it doesn't change the fact that they're well and truly isolated from the rest of the field team. Or the fact that he currently has an armful of very displeased Vint.

ㅤㅤㅤ"Mmm." Propping Dorian in the bend of one massive arm, Bull lofts his good eyebrow, amusement coloring his tone as he replies, "…Yeah, I get that. You've been 'making it clear' for weeks that you're in all of South Thedas unwillingly, Dorian. I'm sure the rockslide hasn't changed your mind."

ㅤㅤㅤThe Qunari softens his verbal jab (something he likely wouldn't do under different circumstances, but he's not thinking about that) by gently guiding the mage to a stable looking boulder and easing him into a sitting position. Crouching down to stay eye level, Bull ignores the creaking of his trick ankle and asks kindly, "-- How're you feelin'? Took a pretty good hit from that Bloodmage before you kicked its ass."

The sound that leaves him is more vulnerable than he cares for. Still, Dorian supposes when one's bleeding through one's clothes, one's body doesn't prioritize any whispering of pride. So, he jostles back clumsily, Iron Bull's arm keeping him from tumbling like a toddler to the very jagged earth. Of course, he riles. Of course thee bloody cave has just caved in. He'd been wounded in their fight, a blasted Venatori striking at his hip, and bleeding and drained and with pebbles in his boots, he's now, stood panting, stuck with Bull.

Maker, no. Oh, don't abandon him here with this towering lummox...! What if he pelts him with a thousand embarrassingly mad come-ons? He can't endure it. Wincing -- and because his life's a comedy, obviously -- Dorian stumbles again into his chest.

Goodness, this lancing pain-- "First, let's make this clear: I'm not here willingly, but rather, I've been volunteered by the Inquisitor's lack of any proper excavation experience. Remind me to pen a lesson into their schedule." / @immortalmuses, for Iron Bull.

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The time has finally come.

For a little while now, this blog has felt a little too disjointed, crowded by a diverse range of characters that span some very different fandom aesthetics. It was troubling me, especially since the tone of the blog never felt like it aligned with my Marvel muses. So I'm finally comfortable in the decision to move those characters to their own dedicated blog at @marvelforged

Going forward, I'll be relocating all threads for the following characters to the new blog. My Muse List has been updated accordingly:

Logan Howlett

Teddy Altman

Bruce Banner

Dani Moonstar

James Proudstar

Charli Ramsey

Tyrone Johnson

Phastos

Pavitr Prabhakar

Pleased feel encouraged to check out the new blog at:

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmarvelforged.tumblr.com