#stargroved

　　　after filling himself on the sticky spoils of her.

@rotdame , @estarion , @stargroved

For the roaring crowd.

❝Are we quite done poking the assassin?❞ Vigor hisses through gritted teeth, biting down the sharp pain that runs up his hips and down his knees. His voice seems restrained; forceful, yet refusing to rise above a bark.

Sets his hands over hers, leaning back into the hug. He snickers. ❝ What, don't like lookin' at me from the front ？❞

I take these asks as a vibe check, thank you.

" Sure, you can have it. If we kill Gortash, which we won't. " The idea appalled her. Why would she kill the one man who held the key to her memories and their success? It was the most logical decision to keep him around. Surely Amalthea could see that too. It seemed material desire blinded her to REASON and logic.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" face wrinkled in a sneer as he looked around at the hands that were inching towards his pockets, lifting an arm slightly as he twisted around to see her face. "I reassure you, my dear, there is nothing of worth that I keep on my person."