#sindoreisisters

                "In part, unfortunately the other has already changed direction."

        The wastes of Hellfire Peninsula were growing familiar, the patterns of the local wildlife easy to predict. In this corner of the continent, between Zangarmarsh and fiery stone, Torvald had found the lady surrounded by hulking hellboars. Some had passed her by, others had fallen to her defensive tactics. However, with arms crossed over his breast, a hand frees itself, pointed in the direction of one such beast, one that kicks the dirt like a ferocious bull, charging on a fallen rider.

My muse is asleep. Go into my ask box and wake them up however you’d like. | Accepting

          Awaking to the feeling of a cold, hard floor was the absolute worst type of discomfort.  But as Alamor felt the softness of his lover’s lips pressing in different spots up his skin, a smile worked its way onto his face.  He turned his head, making room for her once she reached his neck.  Tousled red hair lied in a tangled mess around his head, and the rogue reached down to put his arm around her back.

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance / pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

Just A Peek! Meme | Selectively accepting

2: My Muse popping a button on their shirt, showing their chest / a bit of cleavage

          Eversong woods could be hot; today was certainly no exception.  As he and Eryis walked the path leading to Falconwing Square, Alamor let out a groan.  This damn leather armor wasn’t doing anything to combat the heat.  The rogue had already placed his headgear into his pack, but even now his skin still felt gross and sticky from sweat.  

A displeased look crossed his face and, eventually, he decided enough was enough.  Alamor began to pop open the buttons of his outer shirt and vest, letting the fabric slide off his frame.  He placed it into his pack to leave him in just the thinner white shirt his sister had tailored for him.  The garment itself naturally showed off his protruding collarbone, but it didn’t stop him from undoing some of the laces around the neck.  A content sigh left his lips as he felt the breeze blow against his dampened skin.