#prvidnce

A grin appeared on his lips, tilting his head to the side as he watched the other man for a long moment. Well, that was probably one of the better reactions that he had received. He chuckled, shaking his head.  “No, I don’t think you look like much of an Alexander.” He paused, eyes growing soft for a moment with his shrug. He glanced away after a moment or two later, face heating up. “And...you do not mind?” 

(For @prvidnce from here.)

At the raising of the Marquis’ voice, Ben abruptly realized his error in taking his stresses out on their ally. The conflicting revelation, written plainly on his face, overtook him immediately. A tight sense of guilt and fear at a grievous faux pas against the Marquis, who certainly deserved no such verbal lashing, gathered itself in his chest. Ben furrowed his brow, suddenly feeling the weight of their circumstances bear down on his shoulders.

“...Forgive me, Marquis,” he finally said, tone lowered to a respectable volume for giving a humble apology. “I know what you do for us and I am eternally grateful for every bit of aid you’ve given. My words and my tone were undeserved and unkind, and I apologize.”

“What do you think will happen if it snows much more?” It was already snowing and have been for about several hours. A small frown graced his lips as he tilted his head to the side watching the snow flakes fall a bit more. The question he posed, wasn’t really to anyone in particular was just out loud in general. Sighing, he shook his head before a hand came up and ran through his hair. 

nEVER

Send O///O to put a collar and leash around my muses neck.

       “ no --- !!!  well i mean -  i’m sure you   told   me but  you’ve never played for me!! “   that’s about to change!!!  the blonde crawls from her bed, bare feet padding across the room to unearth an old guitar she had buried beneath a pile of scarfs and boas. left there by an ex lover  --  she threatened to smash it over his head if he ever came back, and he didn’t, so now it’s hers.