#veilsong

the cats of Ash Clan!

I really don’t mind people who don’t format their threads nor have a neatly blog. I was in their shoes once and I understand it might be a hazle. Sadly I don’t know why it has grow so popular that people need to meet some sort of expectations in the rp community, so you can be “popular”  its just silly.  But then again not meting certain parameters that the community pretty much demands of you, just targets you like a “lazy” rper, which is untrue I know so many good writers who don’t need all that pompous shit. Like I have seen people been thrown aside for not having a good promo, or a very well formatted blog, or popular icons style then is not worth the trouble. Listen, style your blog, format what ever you want. Make aesthetics or don’t -- is your blog after all you don’t have to meet anyone’s expectations beside yourself and if people don’t see you are worth the shot, then screw them. 

      with a very goofy smile on his face, vic looks at diem, then back to the note ;  &  checks off both boxes.  &  just for the added effort, he writes in another yes, draws a box next to it, and checks that one off, too. then he passes the note back to diem, and happily mimics her chin-to-hands pose.

    When Lorin had explained what Howe did, the bard was glad that she hadn’t interfered. She understands that anger all too well. She also understands the desire to be alone-- and that sometimes, being alone isn’t what’s best for you. “It’s alright,” she assures, looking up from the hand in her lap and at the warden. “You seem in no hurry to come back to the estate, so I’m sure they can survive a while longer without you.” Leliana lets out another sigh. “How are you feeling, Lorin?” It’s a gentle prod, one she isn’t sure will get a truthful answer, but she needs to try, at least.

“I think I’m in trouble...”

❝   are  you  certain  you  realize  the  weight  of  your  words?   ❞   voice  soft,  akin  to  a  caress   ――   reserved  for  such  intimate  conversations.   ❝   I  would  not  have  guessed  you  would  be  so . . .  willing.  very  few  have  earned  my  affections.   ❞   what  was  this?  honeyed  words  falling  from  pink  lips,  coaxing  his  own  forward  so:    ❝   do  you  think  you  deserve  it?   ❞

“Well, hello to you, too,” he murmurs with a grin, still not quite pulling away just yet. “I assume this means your meeting went well?”

        but its diem. she’s there, she knows him, there’s no need to turn shameful over something like this. his hand lowers so he can look at her, sad  &  barely awake, before his body heaves towards her, wearily wrapping his arms around her  &  hiding his face in the crook of her neck. ❝i’m sorry if i woke you.❞ why he feels the need to apologize for having a nightmare is beyond him, but he does it anyways. while he speaks, he scoots closer  &  closer to her, as if her arms can protect him from his own mind. at the very least, he’s starting to shake less. ❝m’alright, i promise. just, we should … lets go back to sleep, please.❞