#damepir

❤︎‬ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 & 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 !

and here he thought he'd been subtle,  (subtle as the fox,  he was,  and a talent at the chase;  else he wouldn't have styled the cunning creatures as his namesake) or the gods be good forgotten.  he'd not set foot in the city in months,  and neither had she by his estimation,  though perhaps their last faux pas and hard-won escapade had won some suspicion.  he didn't think a human with a grey-flecked beard and dark hair and a dark elf the most shocking sight around,  enough to draw ire or attention,  but perhaps he'd been wrong?

he'd a mind to simply flee,  try and outrun,  but he liked her idea far more.  foxes played dead to lure their prey,  as it was known.  nothing was beyond the ken of what one was willing to do,  nothing beyond its cunning,  therefore they were truely highest in nature.  he wouldn't lie that the kiss and its suddenness didn't surprise him,  but he knew its purpose immediately and leaned into it,  drawing the other thief in closer and leaning against the surface she'd pressed him against as if one helpless against his lover's charm.

it seemed to work.  from under his eyelashes he glimpsed one of the pair cease abruptly mid stride and run an embarrassed hand back through his hair.  

how can they listen when her voice is all they can hear? straining ears reach their limit, and little is heard beyond leliana’s command. efforts are thwarted twice by the sound of their beating heart.

“ what ? ” it’s a hissed whisper. loud enough to be heard – to make a point, but soft enough to avoid unwanted attention. ( they hope. they pray. ) “ what is there to. . . ”

it’s the absence of sound. the world gone silent, nature hiding; never a good sign, is it?

A MONSTER CALLS by PATRICK NESS.

" It is quite obvious, is it not? These creatures of the mist are not the most brilliant around. If we manage to reduce its quantity fast enough, we will manage to get across this city without a problem. " Diana was still resilient to working with the group of sentinels. It was (kind of) a choice she made out of desperation to save her home and an old acquaintance.

“&– - Every passing day seems all the same to a sleepwalker-- - just like clockwork, it's all the same.” // @damepir liked for a lyrical starter!

bri is ready to get a third dad and join the feral pup gang

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