#stcrmsung

❝ it's alright, dory, ❞ fearne sighs. her anger has since ebbed away, even though that pit in her stomach has never fully closed over. what ashton did... she'd never felt so afraid for them in her life. still, the memory brings a bad taste to her mouth. she takes several long sips of her ale to wash the flavor out, but it remains all the same.

❝ I just didn't think ashton would do something like that. ❞ her eyes meet his as she grins. ❝ and come on –– you're not going to kill anyone. you're as gentle and adorable as a lamb. ❞ her cloven hoof nudges his... and stays there. fearne smiles softly taking her dark-haired friend in. ❝ I've really missed having you around. ❞

things said by your favorite hybrid // @stcrmsung

It's nothing quite that special, Dorian says, and plays a melody. It's a sad tune. And it's like that sadness fills her up to the brim. Like it's everywhere. Like it's in the air around them as well. Udyati blinks tears away and then the tune changes from sad to something softer. Something mellow.

@stcrmsung​ asked: [ GUIDE ]  in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back ( for Imogen )

SHIP SCENARIO: imogen and dorian sharing a really long scarf. / for @stcrmsung​

                    The moment she says yes, is the moment she thinks she’s going to regret it. But oh, it’s so hard to say no to Laudna, not when she’d been so excited to actually learn how to knit, so much so that she’d gone overboard. If there was one person she couldn’t say no to, it was her. Sharing it with Dorian, though... “You’re not allowed to laugh, alright?” Imogen points at him poking his chest, scarf already wrapped around her neck as she stands on her tiptoes and wraps the other end around his.