#sasscharine

[ubahnn]

icing sugar °

sasscharine

He’d probably get scolded for wasting his money on indulging in his love for all things sugary sweet, but in the end, Emmet rarely if ever learnt his lesson regarding those kinds of things. His face was a well-known one in this place in particular, preference changing most of the time, and he also knew a lot of the faces who worked there by now. There was one in particular he was far more friendly with, though. One who he quite enjoyed seeing.

One who he was perfectly content to wait for as he sated his sweet tooth, nibbling on a chocolate-cream smeared fork as he waited for time to pass. It was only a matter of time now, since he’d since learned her schedule quite closely after quite a long while of visitations. Finally, somebody plops themselves into the seat opposite him, and he quickly pops the silverware out of his mouth and beams.

❝ You’re done! I was waiting for you. Really waiting.❞

[lyriumfueled]

false freedom {{ stocking; closed

The last thing he remembered was her soft voice, a horrible heat around him, and a silky, red strip of fabric floating just a finger's length away from his grasp.

Hawke.

The woman across the counter slid a key and a pair of leather gloves to him, along with a map. With a pen, she circled an apartment building. She was speaking, surely, but Fenris could hear nothing. His ears were ringing. He wanted to go home. Despite this thought, he slipped the gloves on over his bare hands. Where was his armor?

"Got that? You're in Apartment 1.010."

The elf nodded. "Yes." This was the first he'd heard of it, really.

"If you ever have any questions, feel free to contact us at the Sanctuary. Our number is at the bottom of your map."

Number? He didn't want to think about it. The elf could only wordlessly leave the building. His mind was so fogged up. Everything felt so... confusing, unclear. His skin throbbed with pain, as if he had been sleeping for weeks.

The walk to his apartment was not a long one, though rain was pouring down from the sky. Needless to say, when he arrived in the building, he was soaked. His cream colored, long sleeved shirt was now almost see-through, and clung to his torso. His white hair was damp and bits of it stuck to his forehead due to the moisture. Damn it all.

Thankfully, his new 'home' was on the first floor. Apartment 1.010... He lifted his paper, showing his map and other information. A few names stood out on the paper... From this day forward, Fenris would be married to a woman named Stocking, and he had a daughter named Wadanohara.

Strange names, even for humans... If that's what they were. Perhaps he would meet more elves, or maybe even dwarves.

Stopping in front of a door, the elf looked back at his paper. This was Apartment 1.010. After fishing the key out of his pocket, he held it to the knob, ready to unlock the door when...

It opened.

Before him stood a woman with long, candy colored hair and equally striking eyes... A light aqua color that contrasted greatly to his forest green. Her skin was rather pale in comparison to his. She was rather small, but she had... larger features in a certain place, that's for sure. This woman was beautiful, really. But he would never admit that. Fenris looked down at her, unsure of what to think. Still, he couldn't hold back a bitter scowl.

This had to be his new bride.

"... And you are Stocking?"

[harderliving]

✉ let's see how this goes candy man

to: hot girl with high socks

from: the cookie monster

feel weird hangin out with you now that i’ve eaten your sister out