#boy omg

Send “STOP PRETENDING TO BE OK!” for my muse’s reaction to yours yelling this at them - [ ACCEPTING ]

                                                                               @cuervocanto

         ‘Why? What good would it do anyone if I stopped? What good would I be then? No one needs me to break down right now.’ Gren thought as shook his head, lowering it as he stared blankly into the fire. If he pretended well enough, perhaps he’d convince himself, but he doubted he could convince Zevran as well.

         “I’ll be fine, Zev,” He said, forcing himself to raise his head once again, to meet the assassin’s eyes and smile, even as his eyes began to sting. The weight of all his losses, of the cripplingly empty feeling in his chest, was getting to be too much for him, but he refused to bend to it. “Everything is fine.”

SEND ME A ☡ FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO WALKING IN ON YOURS UNDRESSING.

// OH MY GOODNESS THAT PIC OF YOUR MUSE YOU SUBMITTED TO ME I AM DIZZY. HOT DAMN. OH GOSH NOSEBLEED.

She had received directions to his residence not long ago, and had arrived before the door. Finding it ajar, her curiosity compelled her to give it a gentle push. "H-hello..?"

Hearing no reply, she stepped inside and peeked around a wall nearby. The sight before her gave her a nosebleed was enough to leave her standing in shock. "Oh my gosh I AM SO SORRY SIR!" Stepping away and accelerating through the door, she hid her blush behind her hand.