#tridentrule

“I think not, you mad lad.” Thankfully (Remus never thought he’d ever think that but here he was) full moon was in mere three day and his body was pumped full of physical strength ahead of the transformation, so he easily grabbed and lifted Edmure out of the water, even with the soaked clothes weighing him down heavily, and set him down on the tiled floor of the bathroom. He wagged his finger as if Edmure was an unruly puppy. “Next time you take your clothess off! Got it?”

❛ 𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 , he won’t see this coming ! sucks to suck , voldemort ! ❜ 

         “   what would you like me to say?   ”   she asked, head lulling / empty gaze. dark pools reflecting the scenery before them. 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑑, 𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑠ℎ 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑢𝑠ℎ 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑦. 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦.   “  it doesn’t hurt you or are you numb to it all?  ”  she wonders. is she too mad with the war consuming her? she doesn’t feel herself anymore. just a sword to be had. @tridentrule​ !!

She leans into him, curling her arm around his. “ I’ve seen it too.... sadly I don’t think there’s a way for us to escape it... ” 

Sometimes you could show a little bit more respect to someone who is your senior and who could choke you with your own intestines :/

This prompts Alysane to set aside first her sword, and then the whetstone, near her hip. Then, with a heaving sigh, she stands up, stopping but a foot 'fore Lord Edmure. ❝ My Lord, ❞ accompanies her head as it bows. Her voice is as gruff as she is  —  low in pitch, and rough on the ar. Raising her head, Alysane visibly hesitates 'fore answering thus ❝ I do not mind, ❞ and she is being honest. While most days find her to be more reserved than usual, there are occasions, such as this one, where she is willing to entertain even a brief conversation for socializing's sake. ❝ What would this question be ? ❞  

you can also give me treats....and a chewing toy and cuddles :c