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Overland, Natalie Eilbert

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"How different would life be for you, do you think, if Lordaeron never fell? In a world where the great human Kingdom still ruled and all it's subjects free from the perversion as is in our reality... Who would you be today?"

Sunset cast its final rays of light across the landscape that Castellan now considered their most recent home. Both knight and victor sat, next to one another, on the edge of oblivion before the valley. Double doors at their posterior lead back into Susan’s office, the place where the young crusader had spent many of their hours healing, and finding peace.  Now, the madame was held gently against their bandaged side, fingers careful in their intent to collect the ends of her long curls. Those wandering fiends caught each one with ease, to twirl their soft strands up into a gentle twist. Moments passed as the soldier considered the inquiry, their only response the rise and fall of soft breath.

“Who would you be if you were not the owner of this den, beloved? Is there a reality where we aren’t this, who we are, now? I cannot picture my life without the strife that I have been born into.” Golden hues dipped to consider her visage, a careful consideration evident as the next train of thought surmounted.

A pause, “I would be a farmer, likely. If my family had not spent their last savings to send me off to become a squirehood,  this is how I missed the culling, their demise. My country and kin’s downward spiral miles away from my ignorance. –And I was hardly old enough to hold a sword none the less read a sentence. Maybe a scholar, or a commoner who had just enough luck to marry someone beautiful- and rich.” Thin tiers lifted with the irony of this situation, Susan’s wealth went without being spoken. The decadence of the den was obvious, no one went hungry here- and the madam slept in silken sheets.

Down those features dipped to softly press lips to her brow, “Tell me if this is what keeps you up at night.” Muttered, Castellan closed their eyes to quietly breathe in her decadent perfume.  @susan-gampre |

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“I would hope that you wouldn’t- you might be surprised what people find amusing these days. Can you have someone arrested for the suggestion of another person grabbing their untouchables? I wonder…” Castellan paused, as a hand rose then to idly collect the harsh line of their jaw. A thumb pressed tight against the bone before then smoothing over sinew once more.

“More likely the authorities would side with the person who is being threatened, I imagine.” That hand dropped, and both moved in tandem to shove easily into pockets. Their bright eyes rose, and a thin lifted in thought as breath exhaled from a broad frame, slow, gentle.

“It’s impossible to really have a conversation with anyone anymore, really.” Down those solemn features fell to leer at her over the bridge of a beautifully sloped nose. Thin lips curled, gentle, all muscles eased despite the kicked bee’s nest before them.

“I am pious, and for that- you will never have to worry about the way in which I act towards you. I judge the actions of others against a law I know, written in my skin, burned in the space behind my eyelids.” Breath expelled, slowly, only to inhale as the crusader shifted to turn, sideways. 

“And you, stranger, are as tolerable as a bath in acid. I bid you good evening." @lillandyrshadowglade |

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Thin tiers parted to expose a cage of ivory, amusement blossoming with her crass remarks, the snarl of fangs, and the quick blows of fury. “My.” He breathed, as golden hues dipped to consider her visage, a moment spared to truly appreciate what was being brought to the occasion.

“My sort? Is it the sort that riles at your words? Or is it the sort that shies from their propositions? Should I grab my cock and sneer at you? Show you how much of a man I might be?” That low grumble of a tone continued, gentle, as warm as the sun- mirthful akin to a summer's day. Feet planted, and up that muscular frame moved to loom, all six feet and three inches.

“Or should I bare my heart to you and promise to save you? My vows, earnest, my heart warm for your teeth and taking.” Castellan leaned in a touch to consider the cigarette case, still curious, tempered. A smile curled at the edge of those soft tiers, only to smooth into solemn fortitude once more.

“Ought I tell you that your beauty would make the stars envious? Or would that just be like the others, a false entertainment, even if it could be evident that there is a shred of truth within it.” Golden hues finally rose to consider their counterpart’s, careful, measured.

“No, I think not. Instead, why don’t we play a game?” 

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"Have you recently confessed?"

Lillandyr peered at the stranger through a haze of spiced, cigarillo smoke, lip curling slightly. Her gaze swept over him from the crown of his head to the tips of his boots.

“Confessed?” She asked, recoiling slightly, tone laced with incredulous disgust. “Have you?” She wondered…meanly.

She flicked her smoke away and ran her tongue over her teeth as her acid green eyes narrowed. A strange, manic kind of smile twitched and bloomed over her candy apple red lips. “I think you should confess you like bad girls,” she said with a little titter. “Do you want to save them, is that it? Save the wicked damsels from themselves?” She quirked a brow.

“Better run along home and find someone to spill your nasty, little sins to, darling. It’s clearly eating you up alive,” she drawled, her smile and tone indulgent.

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((Heheh thanks for the fun!))

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sketch comm for @lemonsdaily-artdump, thank you again! <3

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little lady (6'0 war criminal) and her new armor design

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Knight - Leg Armor Detail, Metropolitan Museum of Art

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Ylmaran Man-at-arms

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"My son turned out fine!"

sire, thine heir has "his" retinue scouring the land for a gender change potion and squandering vast fortunes on tales of love between maidens.

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i ended up coloring it lol

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19 March, 1937 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

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let the hard animal of your body hate what it hates

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A recently completed scabbard commission for the Albion Crecy

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“I saw, cold winds piling up underneath his icy extinguish’d throne of a heart. I saw him stand there, as his blazing home turned dim. His breaths, forests set afire. His pulse hurled like tremulous terrified vipers which crawl’d in their wicked stench, gorging on famine from beneath his skin; leaving tombless entrails under his flesh. Heap’d a mass, I saw as she scattered her breaths, like pushing air under his breathless pale skin…. rearing life from death.”

— Channing H.M, The Monochrome of Darkness (via de-morte)

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Dig, Bryan Borland

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