#makersxbreath

armie hammer makes the perfect Cullen *v*

Samson leaned back and took up the die he brought along. “Rule’s easy. I roll the die, you drink up the whatevereth glass I rolled. loser’s the one who throws up first. Or passes out. Draw if we run out of booze first. more fun with more people.” A careless shrug, then he cast the small cube in his hand. “Three. That’s the dwarven whiskey. You know how to drink it? Pinch your nose closed and then swallow it all at once. Makes it easier.”

[ text- Curly-Cully] And the question is, did you?[text- Curly-Cully] By the intensity of this hangover, you did.[text- Curly-Cully] Giving in to peer pressure! Good on you.

Bethany continued to remind herself this was a training exercise. She asked for lessons in pole-arms and swords in the chance she could not use her magic to defend her. Cullen made for a good instructor and had a fair temper. When the mage couldn’t get her placement just right he corrected it for her. By gripping her hips firmly he adjusted her position and form just so. Her back arched involuntarily. It was the most inappropriate thing she ever caught herself doing around him. He probably noticed. Or if the Maker loved her, he didn’t as usual.“I think that’s enough practice for today, yes? Cullen? Hands. Please.”