"Perhaps touching isn't such a wise idea, with my sickness and all. However..." Such a creature, Olov had heard stories from Juan that there were more than just humans but this was unbelievable! "Mr. Varik, how have you kept hidden, there must be people who want to capture you, use you." the young man would run around the dragon, observing as much as he could without touching.

The audacity of this guy... Uta cracked open his eyes to stare at the intruder who had taken his treats. Lucky that he was literally rolling in a mountain of them and could spare one or two for a sad individual who slept on the streets and ate cockroaches to line his otherwise empty stomach. He would tolerate it, for now.

"That's King Uta to you, peasant!"

unprompted asks ✯ always accepting!!

Such an interesting question to ask a dancer. Dancing is always on Wren's mind and he would be DELIGHTED to dance with Blake!! ❝ Of course I would!! Don't worry, I actually really love dancing so I'm not uncomfortable at all!! ❞ Naturally, it's after he agrees to dance that he soon recognizes the slow, smooth music and his cheeks flush a light pink as he realizes the impromptu dance battle he had in his mind was simply of his IMAGINATION.

Letting out a sheepish laugh at himself, he soon decides that his minor mistake is not enough to stop him from wrapping his arms around Blake's neck, smiling up at him shyly, yet with the same hints of WARMTH he always carries in his grins. His body begins to sway with the music, meeting the cowboy's gaze. ❝ Thanks for asking me to dance, Blake. This is really nice. ❞

Atieno listens closely to the description and nods along - showing that they understand. They've met many of those who dealt with varying means of healing so they were at least somewhat familiar with using spells or herbs to deal in such matters.

"Hm, suppose it's good that you have that spell in your skillset despite you usually being an herb user. Probably helps accelerate the healing process a little more, hm?" At least that was the thought they would have considering the choice of spells vs herbs.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. ✯ accepting!!

It definitely feels like this whole conversation is crossing a line they may never be able to take back. He's not even entirely sure how it ended this way, but one thing led to another, tension building between the two as they lightly touched each other with their knees knocking against the other's, hands brushing against skin, and faces so close he could feel Blake's breath GHOSTING his lips. His breath hitches in his throat, eyes drifting to Blake's lips once mentioned, thinking about all the places he'd like to see them on... and that's when he decides to just go all in. ❝ I'll forgive them... but only if they're finding that pleasure on my skin. ❞

"I ... I didn't realize there was that steep a cliff here ... " Olov didn't know the terrain too well. Even when he has been living close by for years, his treatment often kept him from wandering too far. "Thank you ... Who knows what might have happened if you weren't here but it's best to not get close to me ... we still don't know if my disease can transfer to others."

Sacha awoke with a sharp gasp, finding his pajamas soaked through with cold sweat. He thought he might still be in the dream - what else could explain that menacing voice right beside his ear, and the glowing eyes that accompanied it? His body told him to run, or at least scoot back on the bed, but he was too overwhelmed to move. Wide eyes gazed back at the strange face, while sweat continued to bead at his forehead. Wasn't this exactly what he had wanted, all this time? Something to confirm all of his theories and fantasies?

But this one was evil, his instincts told him. The deepest kind of evil that was on par with whatever had inspired his ancestor to destroy everything he loved with a crazed grin on his face. A part of him wondered whether, in fact, he had returned to find the distant relative who had searched after him for so long.

"Yes..." Sacha said finally, eyes swimming with curiosity while his voice shook. "I want to know."

@axmemento​ / Sinbad said . . .

“we’re alone now, you could kiss me.” 

send my muse “we’re alone now, you could kiss me.” for their reaction.

     “That sounds like wishful thinking to me.”

     There was perhaps a slight part of him touched by the other’s consideration that no one else was around – public displays of affection of most kinds were hardly Vital’s cup of tea. But what was just right for him was this bizarre little game where he continued to string Sinbad along. Part of him wanted to see how far he could take it, how long the other’s patience might last, and the other half of him simply denied him off of habit alone. After all he had centuries of rejection and heartbreak, learning that keeping up his walls was infinitely better than accidentally becoming attached to someone just to face pain once more.

     For his incredible physical pain tolerance, he certainly was sensitive in many other areas. But then did he sigh, gesturing with one finger for Sinbad to come closer. He was torn, equally afraid of closeness as he was of being lonely. A small reward, then.