#bornofloss

Ugh. Skyhold’s tavern was busier than he had expected tonight. Surana slunk down from his perch on the battlements - quiet and spacious, just how he liked it - and worked his way over to the bar. Drink finally obtained, he scanned the room for a free spot to enjoy it.

@born-of-loss​ asked: ❝ i don’t understand, but i want to try. ❞ - Reina to Jaskier — Things that you want to hear.

Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse

[mun facts] accepting

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lmao four at once? alright, here goes....

I'm currently studying to become a pet acupuncturist.

I'm bilingual, speaking English and German.

I'm also a cosplayer.

Pierce has to bite his lip at the questions, revealing Zitian’s lack of expertise in the area of hot, caffeinated beverages.

“Coffee is a drink, lad. Like…tea.” Tea, Pierce had come to realise, was universal to….pretty well everyone from every culture he’d ever encountered. So far. Maybe Zitian would shock him again. “It can make…a few cupe at a time, I suppose, of varying sizes, depending how much ye plan tae drink.” He says this as Zitian begins rapidly moving around the space, begging the question where was he from?! He knew what a fridge was, but not a coffee maker.

“Are ye too hot?” Pierce asked as the cool refrigerated air trickles out, dusting his ankles with a chill. “I can turn on the Air Conditioning.”

The swishing tail froze immediately, the tip raised high like an excited cat's tail. Reemerging from the fridge, Zitian regarded Pierce with a curious head tilt.

"Air-kendish.... shning?"

@born-of-loss sent "ah, fuck it" to shove my muse against the wall for a surprise kiss

If only it were so easy to catch the man off guard.

He'd spent the last decade behind bars for embezzlement and had another 3 years of parole looming over his head before he'd be free. That, and the healthy chunk of money he'd be missing from his wallet. But that was less important now than it had been 10 years ago when all this was fresh news, now it was simply a hell that he'd groveled in for more time than he had left.

That's where Reina had come in, the excitable neighbor he had wanted no part in when he'd gotten out. But she'd moved in next to his parent's old house that he'd inherited during his incarceration and had become obsessed with the idea that they would be friendly neighbors.

They hadn't been.

But somehow, she'd worked her way past his front door increasingly often until she began to just invite herself in to leave dinners or baked goods, or just his mail on the kitchen counter. Begrudgingly he began to accept her presence until this. Until now.

He caught her hair in one harsh fist, balled at the nape of Reina's neck, but didn't immediately peel her off. For a moment he allowed her to kiss him, and then slowly returned the kiss before, without warning, biting down hard on her lip and wrenched her away. Angrily he wiped at his mouth, frowned at the stain of her lipstick smeared on the back of his hand.

“Oh, I have a room.” Reina says, a bit embarrassed. “But it’s rather common knowledge where it is so I can’t really hide there.” The nature of her position here means she does a fair amount of visits there. Dupuis himself would come to her room to play cards with her, all the while judging the set-up of the small room, just off the second floor of the round tower of the great hall.

She gives him a once over. “Would you though? Perish the thought?” She chuckles. “You don’t strike me as the shy type, though I’ve been wrong before.”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary. I know how to remain unseen. Though, apparently not quite well enough.” She turns to gaze over distant mountaintops. “I was actually thinking, hopefully when it warms up a bit later, I might walk beyond the battlements and head out to gather some herbs. Or something.” She wasn’t sure, yet. She would probably find out from the guards when Dupuis left. Then she wouldn’t have to scarper around like a mouse.

“If only my mother could see me now…” She murmured to the wind. Seraphina would have known how to handle Dupuis…

"Oh, I'm usually not the one who gets shy at my nakedness", Dorian casually teased back. But it was a relief to know, that she wouldn't be loitering on the rooftops the entire time. That thought was a bit disconcerting, after all.