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[it’s a super quick doodle that I did I think back in January of Chasind!Rei and some random Chasind babies lol ]

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"We will keep you safe. The Chasind will care for you just as I do."

He laced his fingers in with Reilin's hair, staring down at him with only love in his eyes.

"I miss home. But I would not go back if you were not coming with me. And… I hope the different way of living does not seem strange to you.”

Strong arms wrapped around Reilin’s waist, holding the two of them together.

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"I miss home. But I would not go back if you were not coming with me. And... I hope the different way of living does not seem strange to you."

Strong arms wrapped around Reilin's waist, holding the two of them together.

Mathghamhain leaned over Reilin and pressed a kiss to his lover’s brow.

"I understand."

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Mathghamhain leaned over Reilin and pressed a kiss to his lover's brow.

"I understand."

"You could show me."

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"You could show me."

"I haven’t gotten a single customer all day!  …and my underwear’s so pretty too."

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Mathghamhain paused a moment, contemplating to himself.

"Why beautiful?

"Dha'anam- what my people would call you. Two sets of roots, but one tree. Two streams making up one river. It shows on your skin and under your clothes." -chasindesque

Reilin’s cheeks flushed red as he let out a small chuckle, playing with his hair, “That’s…that’s actually very beautiful.” he smiled.

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Ask me about my OCs ► Character Flaws!

Toss some numbers in my inbox and the character I should answer them for.

1. What is one thing others might find intolerable about them? 2. Do they have any annoying quirks? If so, what are they? 3. Name one or more of their bad habits. 4. Any addictions? (Food, sex, drugs/alcohol, shopping, power/control, etc.) 5. What is one thing they do that can negatively affect their relationship with friends? 6. Their romantic relationships? 7. What is the biggest mistake they’ve ever made? 8. What mistake(s) do they continue to make/have not learned from? 9. Name some of their major physical shortcomings. 10. Some of their emotional shortcomings? 11. What are their intellectual shortcomings? 12. At least one thing that they tend to overreact to. 13. In what ways might they be overly negative and/or pessimistic? 14. Is there anything they are too optimistic about? 15. How might they be ignorant or prejudiced? 16. Do they have any behaviors and/or beliefs that cannot be adequately justified? 17. When would they be too judgmental of someone or something? 18. Are they ever a pushover about something? If so, how? 19. Is there anything they refuse to budge on? What are they stubborn about? 20. What is a self-inflicted misery of theirs? (i.e. something they perpetuate themselves)

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There was a small stirring from Reilin when Mathghamhain sat down next to him but he appeared to be dead asleep.  He remained asleep on his bench for about an hour before he stirred again.  A small smile crossed his face when he saw the Chasind sitting there reading.  The mage reached a hand out and gently brushed his fingers through the other’s hair, scratching behind his ear, “Mmm…I didn’t know you read.” he cooed, eyes still heavy with sleep.  It felt good to sit where it was quiet for a moment and just have a breather (or a nap) with all the festivities going on.

The Chasind looked up at fingers ran through his hair. The corners of his lips upturned as he turned slightly, just enough to face Reilin. Leaning a bit, he pressed his head to the other's hand. "I cannot read. I was looking at the letters." He closed the book, not embarrassed, but feeling a bit odd still holding the book he admitted to not actually reading in the first place. 

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reilinwarad: He’d been up since before the sun was up, cooking, cleaning, starting to serve those who’d come for the tourney. He needed a break. The prostitute climbed the wall and began to walk the battlements, looking for a quiet place. Once he was away from the courtyard, now overlooking the garden, he quickly descended. The garden, usually busy, was quiet. Reilin couldn’t have been happier. He found himself a quiet place and laid down where the sun was strongest, falling asleep on a bench, the book he brought with him and meant to read on the ground being brushed by his fingertips.

Mathghamhain has escaped the escapades of the soldiers, companions, and Inquisitor silently, looking for a place to just... be. The tournament had, thus far, been loud and amusing, just like a celebration back home. But it was never ceasing. He needed a break, and a place to breathe. The strange life of outsiders and the Inquisition had  grown on him, and the Chasind had found he was  much better at it than when he had first arrived, but it was still an effort to use the correct words and act the correct way. He found Reilin asleep on a bench, and he hesitated only a moment. Taking a few cautious steps forward,  took the book in his hands and sat down on the dirt next to the other's sleeping form. Mathghamhain did his best to not disturb Reilin, and instead opened the  book.

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Send me a symbol for a Grand Tourney starter

◉ for our muses to compete in an event (specify which one, if you like) ♘ for our muses to play a game together ♥ for my muse’s favour ✿for my muse to react to receiving your muse’s favour  ♦ for my muse to bet against yours ✫to drink/toast with my muse ♬ to dance with my muse ❦for something different (be specific)

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"I do not understand this 'tournament'. Is it... fighting? Or celebration?"

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Send me prompts for headcanons.

they can be words or sentences, whatever you’d like a headcanon based on.

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Ask personal questions about my muse's past. They are not allowed to lie or divert the truth.

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The Chasind took Reilin's hand in his own, holding him steady as he made his way into the water. A grip found his lover's waist, and he held Reilin's hip as well as his hand while thye walked deeper and deeper. The sun had warmed the water of the river, but it was still cooler than the summer air in the Wilds. Reilin needed to cool down and relax, and that was what Mathghamhain was trying to accomplish. Soon, the water was up to their waists, and the shaman pressed his chest to the other man's back, holding him firmly so Reilin felt safe.

"You will not need to swim, but the water is good for the child.” Mathghamhain was standing in the shallow part of the river, his soaking pants hanging loosely off his punctuated hips, holding a hand out to his pregnant lover. "I will hold you."

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