#the reshaper

Odarem: Will treat you right.. leans towards being a Pleasure Top with ppl and generally Loves to please.. leans towards slower more romantic vibes but he's flexible and willing to try new things,

Julius: Submissive as hell typically, though he does have his rare, more mild dom moments.. can top or bottom just fine.. easily flustered and shy if you're into that, Surprising communicative tho as well,

Snow: Sub top is his main preference, but he'll bottom too... He will do p much whatever you want him to do.. pretty noisy type, can be tame or a freak w/ it, but he's always v attentive,

Doxiou: Very go-with-the-flow type, generally leans lightly more dominant but can go either way and is more than happy to top or bottom.. very experienced lay, but he isn't the reactive/noisy type honestly, he prefers to make his partner react a lot instead,

Reshaper: Hard Dom bottom and he is rarely flexible on that... Will top for certain people if he likes you enough, but getting him to sub is slim to none... He will use his magic to enhance things and make you feel good tho,

Dollmaker: Leans dominant, but can settle for something more neutral dynamic-wise as well.. very flirty and theatrical type, very willing to be a weird freak or have something more laid back and fun (but also he's French, so,)

Your eyes jolt open with a start, hands hitting the wooden table with an audible thud as you begin to gasp for air. The wooden chair you’d likely been sitting in lies a few feet behind you, tipped over. It takes you a few seconds more to realize where you are, looking around to see that you were not in fact on an alien battlefield, but rather in your own abode. Safe and alive.

What had felt like blood flooding through your fingers was in fact only spilled ink from when you’d apparently knocked over the inkwell.

What did you do?

You needed to wash up. To breathe some air. Fuck, what you really need was a hefty glass of wine. Yeah, that would calm your nerves, surely. You’d have to finish your letter later.

Walking wearily out of your back room and into the kitchen area, you pour yourself some wine. It’s a full glass, threatening to spill over and into your hands to wash them clean of what filled you with such deep remorse.

You halt a moment at the thought, losing all interest in having a drink and dropping the glass to the floor where you stand. It shatters, of course, sending shards and wine cascading across the floorboards. You can’t do this right now, you’ll clean it up later.

You list over to the couch nearby and fall upon it, putting your head into your hands. You owe them your regret, you know this, but why did it have to be like this? Well, you know why, you could never forget it.