#sekhmau

Now lookie who we have here! Got some new and friendly faces who’re joining the list!

@sekhmau [Eliza]

@frekiyla [Beowulf]

Another lady who’s as lovely as she is deadly, and the rocking wolf whose bite is just as bad as his bark! Come and give ‘em a hello when you get the chance!

Edit: I’m the worst, now you two are on the muse list. Don’t blog late at night, kids.

              he RETCHED , though the sensation of nausea wouldn’t leave. that was the last time he ate meat that looked green. he should’ve known that it wouldn’t work out, but he didn’t expect to be bent over a trash can worth more than a month in rent.

WHAT A THROWBACK,,,,, i used to be so into hs for 4+ years bruh

can  of  beer  is  held  so  daintily&.   with  such  an  air  of  elegance  that  it  almost  seems  as  if  eliza  is still a  woman  of  nobility   ,   sipping  at  a  glass  of  bubbly  champagne  or  an  expensive  wine  .    however  such  drinks  are  not  her  style     (    luxurious  lifestyle  be  damned    )     &.   she  does  not  plan  to  switch  to  weak  drinks  for  aesthetic’s  sake  .     specified  drinks  do  little  to  provide  the  numbing  effect  appreciated  with  her  usual  beers  .    a  sigh  escapes  red  lips   &.   her  free  hand  brushes  stray  locks  back  into  place  as  she  mulls  over  his  question  for  a  few  moments  .

 ’     restraining  orders  usually work   ,   but  i  recommend  guards  if  it  goes  any  farther  .     ’    a  sip  from  her  drink  .    ’     you’re  strong   ,   sure   ,   but  it’s  bad on  your  image  if  you  take  care  of  them  yourself  .    

              ‘   it’s  not  even  that  it’s  .  .  .  necessary  to  hurt  ‘em  .  they’re  just  kinda  creepy  .  ‘  he sounds sheepish, hand being brought to the back of his head.  it was a blessing, at least, that someone else experienced this problem. not that he wanted someone else to have to deal with THAT , he just wanted someone that could relate in the slightest bit. he fell back into the seat, eyes now lidded. teeth ground and he’s unsure where to even continue, or even if the conversation needs to continue. his voice had already started to get lower, a tell of how the alcohol has taken effect. not that anyone would need to be paying attention to that. the pile that formed between the pair was obvious enough.

 ’     &.   what  do  you  want  from  me   ??    i’m  sure  this  isn’t  just  a  sudden  change  of  heart  .     ’ 

hey, I’m just trying to be nice! you know, bury the hatchet!

                                             first     hat     lady ,     then     fat     hands          ...          and     now     a     skeleton .          huh .          ‘