#ginxdor

Dor’s just upset because he wants to cuddle with Equinox.

devoted, yearning & obsessive

(Accepting! FOLLOW: for sender to stalk receiver, claiming they're doing it to protect them)

She caught glimpses of his Nurses, paying them no mind at first. They didn't bother her, keeping to themselves mostly, sticking to the fringes of her vision with their gnoll-like laughter. Most of the time, she saw them while out on a job, gathering their own supplies while she took care of her own jobs. But when they started showing up the bars and taverns she went to after her jobs - while she was trying to enjoy a drink, or talking up some pretty thing - she started getting suspicious.

The final straw was when she saw one skirting around her farm, frowning as she watched it. Fluffy's wings beat hard as he flew, landing with a heavy thud outside the clinic before she all but marched in to find him.

"Oi, Doctor!" Her brow was furrowed, annoyance present in her voice. "Wot's with yer Nurses followin' me, hm?"

When is a monster not a monster? Oh... When you love it. - Caitlyn Siehl

Hug prompts

(Accepting! Combining a hug from behind, an angry hug, a protective hug!)

"Care t'come back 'ere an' say 'at t'm'face?"

Though her voice was calm, she was seeing red and smelling...well, smelling violet. Which was not a good thing, that meant the Void was dangerously close to surfacing. One eye shifted to a deep violet as she bared her teeth at the Dwarf that had just walked past her, grabbing her ass and making a comment about what he'd like to do to her. Rage bubbled just below the the surface, threatening to boil over as the man started to repeat himself smugly.

"Gin...!" Pale arms wrapped around her from behind, the death knight pulling her against him in a protective embrace. Gin snapped her head up to see the elven death knight glaring at the other man, as if trying to melt him with his gaze, glowing eyes following him as he quickly departed.

Lack of Sleep Starters!

(Accepting!)

It was late. Or...early? Time tended to blur together when you kept yourself awake either due to natural insomnia or stimulant induced insomnia. Or both. The downside of your body needing sleep, however, was that it became less coordinated the longer it stayed up.

(Such a frail Vessel...)

Which is why Gin found herself rubbing her nose after running into the support beam in her kitchen. "No, 's fine. Fine. See? No external injuries!" The bags under eyes were more pronounced than usual, hands clutched around an empty mug of what was once coffee.

Send 🐰to find my muse in a bunny suit

(Accepting!)

Even in the midst of an attack from the Void, Noblegarden persisted. Eggs were hidden, the children (and adults) of Azeroth ran around to find them, some donning bunny ears and other costume pieces to make the holiday more fun.

Even Gin was not immune to the whimsy of the holiday.

" 'Lo love," Gin greeted Dor with a peck on the cheek as she entered, leaning over him to see what he was cooking, her fake (rabbit) ears brushing against his cheek as he turned.

Send ‘!!’ and I’ll write a para description of your muse from mine’s perspective.

(Accepting!)

Gin's journal is open on her desk, a sketch of Dor'lof in the corner of this page.

Dor'lof Sinalba. Those eyes held me captive long before I realized what he would mean to me. They hold a softness that many of his other brethren lack...or at least try to hide. Something others often overlook.

There is a sadness that hangs around him, drawing me in and holding me close. I want nothing more than to hear him laugh, see him smile...he is my heart and soul.

For an undead being, he is far more full of life than some druids I know. He clings to it, respects it. A delicate dance with the needs brought on by his curse. And I love him all the more for it.