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Casually sits on his lap. Doesn’t say a word at all,just sits on his lap and makes dragon,purring noises
The time he was taking to casually read suddenly turned into cuddle time, adjusting his arms around her to keep the book still able to be legible while holding Asta. "Feeling alright Asta? Tired from today's work I am assuming?"
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Picks up the poros and takes them to safety--AWAY FROM THE SETTS
Happy baby poro chitters! give her snuggles! Clearly, is good. Like friend dragon human! Is warm and snuggly!
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Dear @halfliing-ormr ♥ ♥ ♥ I know we haven’t properly interacted between our muses, but I confess myself a fan of your lovely & marvelous OC.
I personally think Asta is one of the most well fleshed out characters in the RPC, your background story is pretty much a wonderful tale that gave me a ton of feelings the first time I read it to learn more about her. The way you carried the lore was so fluent, poetically in a lovely manner & exciting. This is something I really like about your writing on the few opportunities I'd had the chance to take a look: you are incredibly well descriptive & know how to maintain people in the reading.
I honestly want to see how her different routes may develop, especially after the end of her lore my heart literally throws itself out of the window. I felt so much emotion thinking of her stepping outside for the first time & now it's her time to discover both about the world & herself. This type of characters are amazing cause there are so many possibilities that can happen, I will be very much here with some popcorn to see where the words & paragraph carry your beautiful half-dragon lady ♥
I also adore her design! She is so gorgeous & I even want to ask permission to draw her cause Asta is just so precious u//v//u.
Keep being incredible & I dearly hope you have a super nice day!
“Igny,lower yourself to my level. I want to play with your hair.”
“W-what?” He tilted his head to the side...then to the other....then straightened it up.
“My hair??....How come?...Why?....”
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@halfliing-ormr
{Ahhh, thank you so much to both of you! I’m honored that I can bring enjoyment to you all through what I do on the blog!}
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“They were a sight like no other, this is true.” Obscured as he is by armored plates from head to toe, there is no hiding the wistfulness in his voice nor what must be a look of fondness on his face. “A shame there won’t be any more like them to come.”
When he turns to face her properly, taking care to brush any loose petals off his armor, he replies. “Straight to the point then. Fair enough.” He braces an arm against his breastplate, fist over heart in long unused salute. “I am Brom, born of fallen Forossa.”
There’s a pause then, a moment after the inclining of his head to her in short bow, where he simply looks at her before continuing. “And you are not who I thought you would be, stranger.”
|| @halfliing-ormr sent:
Shyly looks away from her as she holds out a small, adorable ducky. "It looked lost.." ||
The woman couldn’t help squeaking after her eyes met the fluffliest of all ducklings she’d seen. Carefully approaching it and barely containing her excitement, the Lunari half-covered her mouth, getting a closer look of it. The half-dragon before her was right: the small critter looked lost!
«It does, indeed. Mayhaps it belongs to a small pond where many ducks live. Please, follow me! I’m sure we’ll find its family!»
bloodied & bruised: drabble
@halfliing-ormr
Before anything else, before the glory, before the fall, before everything Hayden was but one thing: A soldier.
He was disciplined above all else, an innovator of battle and strategic mastermind when needed. There was a not a fight he couldn't win, and if there was he hadn't met it. His was to do and die, with no questions or hesitations. So when he found himself backed into a corner with nothing he usually had to rely upon himself, but tonight he had a partner. In this deadly dance there was a white hair'd girl- no- warrior who covered his flank. Golden eyes watched over him as emerald did over her, preparing once more to enter into the fray. Once more into the maw of battle.
Blades crashed against blades, fire came forth from body. With every clash against their foe, they united in common cause. When a wayward swing almost caught her, he took the blow. He returned in with twice the fury, metal smashing flesh as a war cry escaped his mouth. His arms heavy, where limits should be met he surpassed them. As for the girl there was a frenzy in her eyes, a vicious nature like a wild animal cornered. Discipline meets ferocity. Together, it was like a hurricane hitting a tsunami. Nothing was left untouched, decimated.
Wet, warm, crimson covered each of them. Perhaps some of their own or their enemies. It did not matter, they would not stop. They could see ten, twenty, a hundred, a legion if need be and see their results repelled. Heavy arms dropped sagging at his side as he surved the scene, body raging on adrenaline prepared for more. Yet none came to them. Emerald irises peaked over to her, unsure what to say or do. Both of their voices hoarse, bodies tired. A stumble forward as body fell against each other. An arm around a shoulder to hold the other up, bloodied and bruised. A thin smile, crooked and carrying with it promises kept. Maybe it was the adrenaline. Maybe something more. But dry lips found themselves on one another, the taste of iron in both their mouths. Nothing, quite tasted better or perfectly, then her.
