#rawkin

Rawkin leaned heavily on the Bountiful Chest’s bartop, the rag he had been wiping it down with still firmly held in his now clenched hand. “Yah wan’ tah know wha’ I thinkah Nam?” He closed his eyes and lowers his head before shaking it, pushing himself to continue polishing the wooden bar through the frustrating topic, “I think she’sah good lass, one what’s tryin’ tah do alottah good with wha’ she’s got. She’s stubborn, tah a faul’, she’ll do things thah hard way jus’ fera chance tah see ah marginally better outcome.She throws’erself intah danger constantly, almos’ enough tah make me think she does it fer thah sakeah it. Then she comes draggin’ her victorious bu’ beat tah hell ass back tah mah smithy fer her repairs. She’s ah friend.... tha’ said.... I can’ help her cause anymore. S’much as I tried, I jus’ can’ put up with thah company she keeps any longer. I won’ stop’er from usin’m in’er cause, but I don’ have tah subjigate mahself tah it either. That’s all I got fer yah.” Looking up from his work, he shrugs, “Alrigh’, I’ve answered yer question, r’yah goin’ tah buyah drink ‘er not?”

The half roe uncomfortable pulled at his sleeve, the moment that had been arranged for years in advance by both of their families causing the cloth to feel even tighter than usual on his large frame. After the woman spoke, he managed to lift his own eyes from the floor, meeting Sasha’s. He’s strucken, for a moment or several, before he clears his throat and blinks, “Righ’, aye. We’ll have to, fer bothah our families sakes, ahcourse... Marriage ah business an’ all. It’ll be thah only way tah keep our companies ahfloat in thah ship market... yah know...”

After a few more awkward moments of catching eye contact then looking away, Rawkin stepped over towards a window, pushing it open, “I bet we could use some fresh air, aye? Woul’ yah care ferah drink, Lady Sasha?”

Rawkin lay crumpled where the blast in the smithy had thrown him, splintering the wooden wall behind him. The force of the aether erupting out of the armor had shattered the dented plate in all directions, and several of the large shards of metal had lodged themselves in the Blacksmith’s chest as well as embedded several ilms deep in the wood and stone in the blast radius. The pain had struck him almost instantly, and his left arm was utterly useless, both dislocated and the muscle of his shoulder shorn off by a piece of the shrapnel. When Jaliqai rushed back into the smithy shortly after her departure that predated the explosion, he knew well before she could contact A’kaya that his injuries were too severe for any one person, no matter how talented, to heal on their own so quickly. The blood had already soaked deep into his clothes and began to stain the stone floor below him, pooling in the cracks between the bricks. 

With a wet sounding cough, blood pooling in his lungs, he smiled weakly and reached out for his Au Ra lover’s hand, “I... wouldn’ bother tryin’ tah call fer help, darlin... it’s.... ah bit too late fer tha’ already...” He knew she would anyway, stubborn Xaela. “M’sorry... I know I promised yah tha’ I wouldn’ be goin’ anywhere anytime soon... bu’ it looks like the fate I’ve been woven is tah make me ah liar...” His grip tightens around her hand, squeezing her fingers with what strength remained in his muscle as he faded fast, “I jus’.... wan’ yah tah know... tha’ in thah shor’ time that yah’ve wormed yer way intah my life.... it’s made every momen’ worth livin, from workin’ thah tavern, tah savin’ ruffles, an’ spendin each nigh’ with yah in my arms...thank yah....” He lifts her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles, “I think I love yah, Jali.... make sure that my fire burns real brigh’ now...yah....hear....” and with that, the Roelander succumbed to the internal injuries and bloodloss. His chest stopped it’s shallow rising and falling, and the fiery aether behind his eyes sputtered and went out, like candles snuffed by the wind,

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👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around?

Rawkin slept around a bit in his twenties, because it was implied by all the male figures in his life that it was something he was supposed to do any enjoy. These lessons are wont to happen when you grow into adulthood around pirates. He mellowed out in his late twenties, and in his early thirties now, while he is sexually active, he’s alot pickier about just who he is with, preferring to be with someone he has an emotional connection with over someone with whom he shares no feelings other than mutual physical attraction. He’s currently agreed to be exclusive with @elysica-storme while they figure out what they’re doing and explore their relationship. This leads into my answer for the next ask.

👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner?

No. Rawkin would never consider cheating. Rawkin is fiercely loyal to his friends, and doubly so for his partner. He agreed to sleep with her and only her, and unless some point comes where which they agree to no longer be so, that’s the way he’s going to stay. 

If by last you mean current, Rawkin is currently enjoying a relatively slowly paced, calm, healthy dating and exclusive relationship with @elysica-storme. While they don’t partake in very large shows of PDA at the current time, they are very close, and they both care very much about one another. They are currently living together in his Mists home, helping to take care of Keh’a, the six month old nephew of Rawkin’s friend @smolcatteset.

If by last you mean previous, Rawkin experienced a brief but very serious Poly relationship with Gwyn Trahearn, with whom he ended up engaged with after knowing eachother for a short period of time, and with Setaria herself. Things went rather south quickly in terms of both repeated showings of mistrust and disbelief, and a heated arguement ended the engagement. Other things happened afterwards to further push Rawkin to distance himself from Gwyn, and while he still cared very greatly for Set, he couldn’t bring himself to stay with her romantically due to the residual memories of the other half of that relationship. He and Set have remained friends through it though, and Rawkin is very protective of both her and her newborn twins.