#lcrdjohn

What do you think is the best way to seduce my muse?

         The Warden had excused himself towards Denerim’s famous Pearl -- alone. Of course, it was a matter of obviousness why he was going alone, but none of his companions cared to comment to spare him the nerves. He wanted this, Daylen kept saying to himself. He was going to enjoy himself on his own terms, regain control of what seemed to be hopelessly lost a long time ago. Yet when he entered the locality with his head lowered like a fleeting ghost ready to already leave the place, a face pierced into him. John. Or was that really truly his name? He’s barely introduced himself to the other the first time he met, merely made a fool of himself before he hurried away, yet in his dream -- his vision -- he knew the name.

Remembering the past meeting, Daylen nearly dashed outside out of fright, yet then the other’s eyes met with him and lit up as a hand raised. John was calling him over, wasn’t he? Oh dear Maker...

Send ✍️ and I’ll draw your muse!

        her  initial  instinct  is  to  tell  him  that  that   wasn’t  true,  though  it  takes  just  one  quick  look  around  the  ridge  to  make  her  pause.   marsali  could  easily  spot  more  than  five  pairs  of  couples  among  the  crowd,  but  she  knew  the  unwed  and  unattached  outnumbered  them  greatly;  being  at  a  wedding  must  have  made  loneliness  not  an  uncommon  feeling  for  the  day  for  those  that  felt  it,  even  with  all  the  festivities  happening  around.   ❛  i  guess  it’s  no’  so  lonely  though  if  ye’re  lonely  together.  ❜   marsali  shrugs,  casting  him  a  glance  before  she  takes  a  sip  of  her  ale.   ❛  might  just  make  the  loneliness  disappear  though,  couldn’t  it ?  ❜

@lcrdjohn​ asked: “  i already made my decision, you’re not going to change that.  ”

misc sentence starters -- still accepting

     It was hard to hide the touch of CONFUSION that settled into his expression, Lykaon not too sure what to make of that statement. Really, if the man refused his help, there was nothing he could really DO about that. The question of WHY sat just on his tongue, but instead he found himself pressing his lips together for a moment before tilting his head.

Behind bars was not his preferred institute to reside in. In fact he has been fortunate to slip between the laws’ fingers for the longest time now but here he was again, in the slammer. There was no need for consternation, he will get out of here. If his gang did not spring him free he would find away to get out by himself.

The whole while he has been here he has been formulating a plan. The guard, some frilly lawman is stood at the gate, Dutch overheard his colleagues tattling about how he favored male attention to female. Mocking the man while he was not around to defend himself. Though that had set alight in Dutch’s mind. There was his escape. If he could seduce this man into setting him free then he would get out quietly and none of the law enforcement around town would be none the wiser.

❛ You must be John. ❜ Dutch’s calloused appendages snake around the bars, dark eyes gazing, intently, toward the latter man’s. He had heard the name from the aforementioned backstabbers. ❛ That’s you ain’t it? ❜

( tosses this @ Jamie )

  — A gulp of air is taken as Jamie takes in the sight before him. “J-John…” But he has no words, as if they’ve escaped from memory whilst he stood there completely captivated, yet terrified.