bouncingbeleg

[bouncingbeleg]

mayhaps in the morning I write... only sleep will tell

[bouncingbeleg]

"How am I to know this isn't some scheme for stealing her?" Beleg pursed his lips, he hadn't meant to let it slip he couldn't read Taliska. "I do like art," he said quickly, hoping Andróg hadn't caught on. Though he couldn't say why it would be bad for the man to know such a thing only that he didn't want him to. "And you are skilled at it. To some degree." For he had recognized his dear bow, hadn't he?

Beleg bent close, entranced by the unfamiliar shapes. He wanted to trace them with his finger, but feared to smudge the page. 

How odd, it really did look like Andróg, scratchy and a little jagged. Wait...

"What's this?" But he knew. Andróg was not so bad an artist. His eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Turin said you're not to have her." 

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Beleg bent close, entranced by the unfamiliar shapes. He wanted to trace them with his finger, but feared to smudge the page. 

How odd, it really did look like Andróg, scratchy and a little jagged. Wait...

"What's this?" But he knew. Andróg was not so bad an artist. His eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Turin said you're not to have her." 

Beleg rolled his eyes. Private thoughts, well that did sound about right. Andróg did seem secretive but he'd always assumed it was jealousy about his closeness with Turin.

He'd opened his mouth to be a little snarky with the man but it turned to a surprised sort of gasp.

"All right! Let me see it then."

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Beleg rolled his eyes. Private thoughts, well that did sound about right. Andróg did seem secretive but he'd always assumed it was jealousy about his closeness with Turin.

He'd opened his mouth to be a little snarky with the man but it turned to a surprised sort of gasp.

"All right! Let me see it then."

"You wouldn't." But Beleg was not so sure about that, Andróg very well might and Turin had asked him to try and get along with the men. Easier with some than others...

Heaving a sigh, he held out his prize.

"I'm not a spy. Who would I even be spying for? You're ridiculous."

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guys I'm so serious we gotta stop reblogging personal posts and tagging them with the muse like that's insane

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"Then why can't I look!" 

Although Beleg had picked up on a little Taliska it wasn't enough to form sentences and he had no chance of reading any of it. But he wondered at Andróg's handwriting, what the letters even looked like. The journal itself had been such a surprise, what would the inside hold? 

Deciding to put in some extra effort, Beleg threw back his shoulder to roll the man off of him and get some distance with his prize. He simply had to have a peek! 

Roguishly is the word that came to Beleg's mind as Andróg tried to get the journal. It was all he could do to keep it trapped between him and the ground. The weight of Andróg's warm body pressing down on him didn't help to keep his thoughts from wandering. 

"I just want to see one page!" 

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@artaresto 🙂✨ the love of my life

i'm trying to kick my brain into drawing mode if anyone wants a terrible little sketch in my apple notes program 👁️👃👁️

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@curufiin you forgot your lad at my place

i'm trying to kick my brain into drawing mode if anyone wants a terrible little sketch in my apple notes program 👁️👃👁️

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Your art is adorable and lovely! 😍

🤭 tehe thanks! It's fun to sketch on my phone, almost like ms paint of yore

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@serregon a little nienor 🙂✨

i'm trying to kick my brain into drawing mode if anyone wants a terrible little sketch in my apple notes program 👁️👃👁️

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@vvanyar 👁️👃👁️ the homewrecking graverobber

i'm trying to kick my brain into drawing mode if anyone wants a terrible little sketch in my apple notes program 👁️👃👁️

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@celevrian a lil celebrian

i'm trying to kick my brain into drawing mode if anyone wants a terrible little sketch in my apple notes program 👁️👃👁️

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@masteroftheseas nips! nips! nips!

i'm trying to kick my brain into drawing mode if anyone wants a terrible little sketch in my apple notes program 👁️👃👁️

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@askrossiel this is what she looks like to me 🥺

i'm trying to kick my brain into drawing mode if anyone wants a terrible little sketch in my apple notes program 👁️👃👁️

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i'm trying to kick my brain into drawing mode if anyone wants a terrible little sketch in my apple notes program 👁️👃👁️

[bouncingbeleg]

Roguishly is the word that came to Beleg's mind as Andróg tried to get the journal. It was all he could do to keep it trapped between him and the ground. The weight of Andróg's warm body pressing down on him didn't help to keep his thoughts from wandering. 

"I just want to see one page!" 

Beleg had fallen into the trap of his own mind imagining Andróg with a crown atop his head, sitting on a throne... though he would not (even in the marchwarden's imagination) sit regally. It was this thought that delayed his escape. 

As such he had only been able to turn, cradling the book against his chest as Andróg's weight knocked him flat in the dirt. 

He would have given it back, he would have, but now he did not want to. 

"Get off me!" 

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(bleeding from my wound) notice anythiung differebt about me ;)