#thornedazgeda

( ♒   thornedazgeda ; )

SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING;

Do I Follow Them?: Yes

Why Did I Follow Them?: I think they followed me and I liked the blog/character so I followed back. Probably thinking we’d interact one day and then forgot like I usually do.

Do We Role Play?: No

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: Yes, of course! 

An AU Idea For Our Muses: I suck at AU ideas. But I’m open to anything I think I have a wishlist tag with those sort of things. 

A Song For Our Muses: They’ve never interacted so this would be impossible. Honestly it would be impossible even if they did because I watch more TV than listen to music.

Do I Ship Our Muses?: If they had chemistry sure! I love ships but there has to be chemistry.

What I Think About The Mun: I’ve never spoken to them but I like to think everyone is amazing until proven otherwise (no one in this fandom has proven themselves to be anything but friendly and welcoming so far).

Overall Opinion: They have my seal of approval. It also takes a lot to send these out to a complete stranger and ask for their opinion! Thank you for taking the time.

xander/willow /: braven is better than that lol

                     --------------------- Lexa tensed the second Aslaug stepped through the lapels of her tent. When she’d been informed that an important guest had arrived, requesting an audience, she’d never once suspected it might be the Ice Queen. Her expression hardened, jaw clenching painfully as her eyes glowered within a bed of black war paint. When she spoke, her tone was void of emotion, carefully controlled ----- she could give nothing away, not to this woman. Inwardly, however, she was in chaos. Her veins boiled with RAGE, fingers itching to wrap around her sword and strike. She’d brokered peace, instead of war, with this woman once. 

                              She would not do it again. 

“–—I do hope that’s so…” She gnaws at the inside of her lip, fixing Costia with a hard calculating look, hoping praying that her suspicions, the bad feeling in the pit of her stomach is wrong. She better be wrong.

Aslaug knows her people need this too much, they’ve sacrificed far too much with this war. “That will gain more secrets, yet beware. You mustn’t gain feelings for the commander.”

Costia had been given that warning various times before leaving for Polis, and even now with the Queen repeating it, it didn’t help the situation. The Queen wanted that information, but Costia knew she couldn’t give it, not after getting to know Lexa. They were only 17, stuck in a game of war. The best she could do was hold off on giving Aslaug the information.