#owo's

@murderofcrovvs​ said: “Out or curiosity, if I had another favour to ask,” she began lightly, walking her index and middle finger up the length of his arm, “what exactly would it cost me?” She lifted her hand once it reached his shoulder, and brushed her digits through the mantle that hung over his shoulders to idly push it away from his armour. “How deep in debt would I be in?”

   She is a presence he has not quite grown use to, arriving without rhyme or reason that could not initially be found until she decided to divulge such things, an almost exciting aspect to her being. Yor gives Sul but a single glance over before allowing himself to watch where fingers trail, how they trace invisible lines over fabric and metal to the coarse fur. A hum lies low in his throat. 

   “Depends on what you are asking for, this time.”

@spacewrought​ said: Hassa unceremoniously collapses on top of Yor in the most dramatic way he could manage. "Yor, I believe you are, probably, the dumbest man I have ever met... but, I've fallen in love with you. Does that make me AS dumb or even moreso?"

   Yor tenses slightly, when his love haphazardly lays himself against him. It’s sudden and without cause though the Dredgen relaxes again quick enough. Hassa doesn’t give him the chance to even ask what he is doing before talking, and the words that spill forth earn a lopsided grin from the beast. 

   “Think my answer might be biased, so I won’t bother.” 

   A hum ebbs out of Yor’s chest, deep and low, amused. Oh there is absolutely no denying that he had his moments of complete lack in regards to critical thinking skills, though much of those were long since gone, whatever carefree aspect of his person have vanished in the years.

@spacewrought​ said: Hassa leans over and places a gentle kiss on Yor’s head. That is all.

   Yor holds a thousand yard stare when Hassa approaches, mind in turmoil over one thing or another, or perhaps the Dredgen was tired. It isn’t particularly easy to tell which it happened to be in this moment. He is swiftly taken from that trance when his love comes bearing gifts of fleeting contact, eyes blinking away the muddled unfocus to settle on Hassa.

@cosmal​ said: ‘  all  of  life  is  slightly  dependent  on  magic .  so  is  death .  ’

   He stares down to them with wonder that someone could be so small, carrying onto an air of curiosity towards the statement that’d been made for little apparent reason. Sometimes there wasn’t basis for words. 

   “Magic,” the Dredgen echoes back. “Not something many believe in.”

   And too Yor might not have ever thought such things real until coming across the Hive and their vile arcanes, curiosities beyond logic that he could understand, at the time. Though what was magic if not simply the unknown? The Light, the Dark, might as well be one and the same as the concept itself.