"𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒..

I'm many things, but coy's not one of them.

Wet Hot Waterdhavian Summer

dirty

The tiefling smirked, unable to stop herself from using humour. "It's not every day you come across someone else with a volatile bomb tucked into their chests." She chuckled at the self deprecation. It was easier to laugh than to cry. "In all seriousness... Who would have thought, hm? The high society wizard, and the low-brow outer city ruffian. Sounds like a story out of one of your books, yet here we are." Her teasing smirk became something far more soft.

"Who would've thought.." He smiled right back at her, and seeing her tease with a smile has warmed him up to the point if he smiled any further he might actually blow up. ( sarcasticly. ) "Here we are indeed, but.. for the books of many stories, at least this one, I can physically see a beautiful woman before me, and fighting by my side." He said softly as he was gazing his eyes before hers.

Book club

Whatever you say, gorgeous

snooping 👁️👁️

I applaud your taste.

You said you think about the moment we shared under the Weave. Do you think about it often?

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Oh come on now, what am I supposed to do with this face?!