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I'm just a product of the system, a catastrophe And yet a masterpiece, and yet I'm half-diseased And when I am deceased At least I go down to the grave and die happily
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Feeding the ask box: What are Lan's true thoughts/feelings on Rafad adopting Amira?
Lan hasn’t gotten the chance to actually Talk To Rafad about it - it’ll sure be a Conversation when she does, but… she’s concerned about it, about him; not upset or angry.
It’s clear to her that this is something deeply personal and important to him. She doesn’t know why yet. Like always, Lan just wants to make sure he knows what he’s getting into and that she’s got his back if he needs her. She wants to know as much as she can… and maybe make sure Rafad’s thick head won’t make him too blind to the possible negatives in the situation.
-dumps sketches- Here you go
i can’t believe this part got left out
part of this log
Rafad shrugs off the apology with an Award Winning Smile. “Our pasts are ours to keep. And worry not - rudeness is merely an indication of wit. I’ve had far worse.” Did he just … wink? Rafad, please.
“I suppose I could take some tea for my … humors.” He props his chin on his palm; the very picture of ‘a little shit’.
"Some folk are genuises in hiding, then," Lan decides. She seems fine with getting him tea - there's already a pot waiting. Two cups later and she's sitting on a stool next to him over hot Gilnean tea. She tilts a brow at him. "Adal - coming from someone with intense anatomical and medical knowledge... your humors need more than a cup of tea to settle." She's being a shit, too, from that twist of her lips. "Might I perscribe... a swift kick in the ass?"
Rafad simply deigns to hold the cup in his hands for an inordinate amount of time - enjoying the heat of it in his deadened fingers. He heaves a longsuffering sigh. “My lady, I regret to inform you that I already have a doctor to fulfill that very purpose.” A long, thoughtful pause. “-but you’re welcome to attend to my anatomy any day.” Rafad sips his tea to keep himself from exploding with self-satisfied laughter. Rafad, stop.
Lan's ear flicks. Her gaze travels up and down Rafad's body with a measured, very obvious slowness. "If you keep talking that way, I may just," Lan decides. She smirks at him. "From what I sense, you need it."
Rafad’s suave, charming demeanour falters somewhat in the face of such brazen reciprocation. It’s been a long time since he’s landed a successful flirt, okay? Leave the poor man be. He narrows his eyes at her suspiciously, speaking around the rim of the cup. “Oh? And what do your elven-senses tell you, my lady?”
Lanfear sips her tea. Measured. Keeping eye contact. Oh Light. "Most men don't like to hear this, but... you appear to be having some problems." She flicks her finger at him. "In your dick." She shrugs. "Related to your affliction, no doubt but - just thought I'd let you know. I can sense that. Every time."
Rafad is frozen in time.
Before him, the yawning abyss of all his sins and failures stretches endlessly; surrounded by the cold void of a vast and unforgiving un-world. His body is an eviscerated carcass on the salted soil of hell. Soundless wind howls. The very idea of Life is a mockery. He is dead. He has always been dead. He has never existed. His essence is but a speck of dust upon the roiling shit of some infinite universe-traversing astral monstrosity, lost in the nether, unimportant and obscene. He sips his tea, eyes wide. “I’m terribly sorry, I have to go now. Immediately.” He sets the cup down slowly, as though the very action would determine the eternal fate of his mortal soul.
I wanted to try drawing stuff really quick for some reason so I drew some BF dudes.
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