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THE moment the pieces of gold are slid in her direction is when she sets down the now clean glass. Picking them up, she then pockets them and turns around, preparing the female's drink. This task is done quietly and quickly, the actions of preparing drinks well known to her by now. Once done, she turns and slides the liquid amber filled glass towards the female.

"There you are, the strongest drink I've got." After the presentation she turns and wipes down a counter behind the bar. As she's cleaning she answers the woman's question. "I am. Though I wasn't born here, I consider this place my home now. I'd ask the same about you, but I can clearly tell you're not from around here. Where are you from, stranger?"

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A thoughtful hum, then she's finally looking at the other female. The stiff set to her shoulders is painfully obvious, so as to soothe her possible nerves the dragon smiles. "I'd say something strong. You look as if you need to drown out some worries. Am I right?"

Despite the lingering scents Rowan begins to notice something as she stands behind the bar. Though her senses are not heightened in this form she can still at least catch whiffs of certain smells if she concentrates. The odd smell that is coming from the female at the bar is the one she notes—even if she's now suspicious of her, she still looks completely relaxed. Rowan will only worry if she causes trouble.

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@coniurc​ 

GREEN eyes shoot up from their pointed position on a glass, hands pausing in their ministrations for a moment as she watches the newcomer. Her eyes roam over the stranger slowly, noting every little thing about her in that time. Once satisfied with her probing inquiry she brings her gaze back to the glass in her hands. 

“Evening," she greets the woman when she comes up to the bar, her eyes still pointed on the glass. "What can I get for you, miss?"

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                                              I aim to be lionhearted,                                               but my hands still s h a k e                                        and my voice isn’t quite loud enough.

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     ❝ sometimes, home has a heartbeat. ❞

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( “Are you okay?” ) —— they asked

Throat tightening up Eyes burning with tears Heart aching

             ( “I’m fine.” ) —— I said with a smile

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                                                       I EXIST.                           WITH                      ( OR )                       WITHOUT                                             YOUR PERMISSION

                                                  — I EXIST.

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Do NOT love me For I will destroy you In the worst way possible Everything you love now I will stain red with our love And when I’m gone You’ll be left with red memories That will trap you

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Since this has been a trend as of recently, I thought I’d participate in it. This is a multi-muse blog for Tales of characters—featuring OCs and canon characters. There is only one canon character and three OCs that are ready for roleplay currently, but, if you’d like to reblog/like this post to spread the word I’d greatly appreciate it!

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I’m a very private person. You don’t ask, I don’t tell.

Unknown (via wordsnquotes)

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Anyone know where I can find Rokurou icons? I've been searching but have come up with nothing. If not, I can just make my own, though that'll take me a little longer.

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Over Rowan’s life she’s has had many interests and hobbies that she had taken up in order to not be bored. Some would last longer than others while most would eventually die out. However, with her recent interest in mixology, she decided to try something that she had been think about doing for many decades. With a large amount of money she earned from selling some treasure she had hoarded for a long time, she bought and fixed up an old one story building. After much hard work, she opened up a bar called the Mystic Dragon. It tends to be very popular nowadays, to the point where the bartender/owner might just need to move into a large building. She now owns two taverns, one in each world. Though they go by the same name, she's not as much of prominent figure in the one in Tethe'alla as to not raise suspicions.

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                               if i must be a monster, to protect what is m i n e,                                      THEN A MONSTER I SHALL BE.

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Rokurou's tag dump

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                                                  i will stay gentle                                              no matter what i endure                                                i am so much m o r e

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@vermundr liked for a starter!

GENTLE features are pulled into a frown, a huff being given as she crosses her arms. "Yes, I know what I'm getting into. Just because there are risks doesn't mean I'm willing to take them." Stubbornness runs in her almost as strong as her compassionate nature.

Though she has her arms crossed tightly, her hands still shake just slightly. Fear courses through the inner parts of her being; fear of what the Abbey would do if they got ahold of her again. Death is more than inevitable if they captured her. "I'll do whatever it takes to run away, even if that means associating with pirates for a time."

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“I love you.”

“Oh. Could you maybe not?”