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ablazement: (i think we could make the sequel to dogs)

[personal profile] ablazement 2024-07-20 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[she laughs a bit at that.]

Really? What makes you think you pissed him off? [curiously.] ... Sweet of him. He's always looking out for me.
ablazement: (i got a lot of nasty juice built up)

[personal profile] ablazement 2024-07-20 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[help i figured]

That is such a Gale thing to say. [snort. her emotions are easy, at least, fond.]

They do. You're right. [a little pulse of missing them.] Both of them are good people, even if they pretend like they're not. I'm proud of them.

They were kind to me, yesterday. I know it doesn't seem like it, but... they let me go, and it was what I needed.
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[personal profile] ablazement 2024-07-22 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Ooh, you really can feel how that makes me feel, now. [what I needed too makes her feel giddy and bright, just absolute joy. even with all the sad parts, she's happy to be here.]

I'm going to have to keep you away from Astarion, he's so ready to bite you and you haven't even done anything! [a laugh.] Anyway. Yeah, I will. Maybe when we're done lazing about in bed I can check to see if they're up to shit.
ablazement: (i think we could make the sequel to dogs)

[personal profile] ablazement 2024-07-22 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[HELP she's going to hit astarion with a stick down boy

anyway, that makes her laugh again, and she does little squirmy motions when he kisses her neck, pleased.]


You won't hear me complain. [she hums. it's almost a purr, if she could do that.] Maybe we just stay here the rest of the day, even. I could sleep for an age, like a dragon or something.

[a beat, and then giggling:] And my dragon hoard is you! Big pile of gold, but better.
ablazement: (i love parfaits you're an onion)

[personal profile] ablazement 2024-07-22 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Aaah, tickles!

[she says, still squirming as he kisses her neck. she is absolutely not trying to get away, though, not seriously.]

Gods, that sounds like a dream. I'm in, I'm all yours. Make up for the lost time.