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❝ I think you’re getting rusty if I could get the drop on you like this ❞ A smug expression makes its way onto his face as he sits astride Drustan. The suggestive position didn’t stop the shaman from teasing, a hand pressing against Drustan’s chest to keep him in place. He didn’t show any signs of moving until the other made him move. ❝ You need to be more aware of your surroundings. ❞
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❝ I was cold. ❞ Runer breaks the silence as he sits beside the archer in front of the fire, his furs wrapped tightly around his shoulders. He could have tended to his own fire in his own tent, wrapped in his furs and blankets but as much as he hated to admit it; he felt lonely. The seer knew Liefr was on watch at this time of night and the least likely to protest to Runer cuddling up beside him. ❝ I thought you could use some company. ❞ He murmured, head resting on Liefr’s shoulder.
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“I don’t know. How does a war party sound?” But Stanislav settled back onto his rock and have a smug smile that was starting to become common place. A war party for a shaman that had lost his way, “Now that your curiosity is sated why not run to the protect of those fool men. I hope you’re rewardin’ them for te’ trouble.” Turning his body so that he couldn’t pay all that much attention to this shaman of Volk no matter how great the blessing was that didn’t mean that these commoners would be able to withstand a war party if someone let slip that the little shaman was here.
Full lips curl into a sharp smile, enough to dissuade the most smuggest of smiles. Runer leans in, ❝ A war party ? Sounds delightful. It’s been awhile since I’ve given my god a bloody sword as a tribute. ❞ He doesn’t try to stop his eyes from rolling at the comment. He didn’t necessarily need their protection but he wasn’t going to turn down the security the camp provided. He’d be a fool to. It’s the next comment that leaves the raider’s mouth that has the shaman’s eyes darkening at the implication. ❝ I hope you’re not implying what I believe you’re implying, raider. It be a shame for someone to find you here gutted with your severed cock shoved in your mouth. ❞
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💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment - Liefr or Stanislav
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It startles him seeing Stanislav like this, crouched down and sobbing as his body shakes with emotion. He’s never seen the man like this. Stanislav a man always so sure of himself with that arrogant smile of his that Runer usually felt like punching off of his face. Stanislav that was as quick with words as the seer himself.
Runer takes a tentative step forward, a hand gently resting on the blond’s shoulder before he sits beside him. Arms wrap around the raider, pulling him close, a hand rubbing his back in circles in an attempt to soothe him. Nimble fingers wipe away a tear. ❝ Shh, I’ve got you. I’m here. ❞
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Take your finger,
Press it to your throat,
Feel the power thrumming under your skin.
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* DRABBLE .
because i like causing @magicbestiarys pain.
❝ MARRY ME. ❞
It always ends like this, every one of their meetings whether it be in the middle of the day or in dead of night; their intertwined bodies highlighted by firelight. Agnarr always asks afterwards without fail. Runer didn’t need to be an oracle to predict that. The seer’s fingers don’t still as they resume their task of tying his hair back once more. He tries not to give into the temptation the larger man lying behind him presents.
❝ My answer is still no. You’re going to marry some beautiful woman. Probably the daughter of another chieftain because your father says so. ❞ There’s not much better he can do than marrying the son of the most powerful chieftain in the region but he knows it is not a match his mother will accept for the simple fact that Agnarr makes him happy. No, she already had her own plans for him.
❝ You won’t love her, not at first. She’ll nag you enough that you will join raiding parties just get away from her endless harping. ❞ There’s a gruff laugh from the larger man still sprawled out on their bed of furs on the forest floor and Runer shares his amusement. ❝ Of course she’ll weep when you leave. ❞
❝ What use do I have for a woman who cannot carry a shield and an axe. That can’t stand beside me in a shieldwall. ❞
❝ She’ll give you children. ❞
❝ You could do the same, little fox. ❞
Agnarr’s fingers still idly tracing patterns along the skin of his lover’s back as he speaks. His lover is as stubborn as a mule, this Runer knows and cannot help but love him for. Runer lets out a quiet sigh before turning towards him, a thigh straddling another naked thigh and large hands sliding to grip his hips. They slot together perfectly, Agnarr’s hardness sliding against wet skin. A quiet gasp leaves the seer’s lips as the other man breeches him.
He leans down until their lips are mere centimeters apart and whispers, ❝ you won’t love her, you’ll still whisper my name when you’re inside her and she’ll hate me for it. Her husband’s former love that he cannot seem to forget. ❞ Agnarr’s nails bit into the flesh of his hips as they rock against each other.
❝ But one day, she’ll give you little warriors and beautiful girls. For this you will love her for. She’s a strong woman that stands beside you, not behind you and a day will come when you cannot remember my name; let alone my face. ❞
❝ And you’ve seen this, is that it ? ❞ He knows by the tone of Agnarr’s voice, though strained and panting, the man is only teasing him. He’s the only one Runer knows that does not ask him for answers from the gods. No, he only ever asks for Runer’s own thoughts.
❝ No Agnarr son of Hjalmar, this I know. ❞ His lips crash against the other’s bringing an end to the conversation, the air of the forest now filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and quiet cries of pleasure once more. He can only hope that it will not shatter him when Agnarr forgets him.
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Nonverbal RP Starters
I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!
Neutral
☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder
👉 Point to something for my muse to see
🤙 Bump into my muse
😊 Sit down next to my muse
🤨 Sit down across from my muse
📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse
✍️ Pass my muse a note
🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse
🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking
Aggressive
🐺 Growl at my muse
😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse
😠 Death Glare at my muse
🙌 Push/Shove my muse
👊 Punch my muse
👖 Kick my muse in the shin
👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot
😵 Knee my muse in the gut
💀 Knee my muse in the groin
🔪 Point a weapon at my muse
🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture
👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar
💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily
Angst
👩⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound
🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention
🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick
🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up
👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying
👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare
🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare
😭 Hold my muse when they are crying
😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret
💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears
💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment
⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma
Soft
👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt
🐈 Lean against my muse’s side
🤝 Hold my muse’s hand
🤗 Pull my muse into a hug
🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee
🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]
✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand
🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it
👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes
😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them
🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse
🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse
😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek
Playful
🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair
✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder
💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance
🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing
😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse
😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse
😱 Make a silly face at my muse
🤭 Tickle my muse
👃 Poke my muse’s nose
💪 Pick my muse up
Sensual/Sexual
💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss
💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss
💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss
💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss
❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss
🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way
😉 Pull my muse in by the hips
😲 Smack my muse’s butt
💋 Kiss my muse’s neck
👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage
👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse
👀 Push my muse down on the bed
👄 Pull my muse onto the bed
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— alexander dreymon rp icons.
under the cut, you will #29 roleplaying icons,of alexander dreymon in the last kingdom. these were all made by me, so don’t claim as your own. these are for roleplaying purposes. like & reblog if you’re saving.
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Discovering the hot spring had been a small blessing that he’d be sure to thank the gods for later. As much as he didn’t mind a cold bath it was a nice change to bathe in warm water and not experience the biting cold of the rivers near camp.
He runs his hands through damp hair, a pleased sigh escaping his lips as he breeches the surface of the water. A quick glance thrown over his shoulder at the other man redressing. ❝ Do not rush me, Drustan. I’m sure you’re more than capable of hunting on your own. ❞ He could always find the other man later when Runer had his fill of swimming.
He’s content to ignore the bickering between his two companions as he wades through the water but the comment from the archer brings a small snort of amusement from the seer. He wasn’t blind to the glances from Drustan every now and then in camp, he’s even caught the swordsman staring a few times. Incidents that always earned an arched brow and comment from him. Runer swims towards the shore, resting his arms on the land.
❝ You should join us, Liefr. The water’s warm for once. ❞
@warseer - didn’t order a winter starter thing but …. i don’t care
He’s pulling back on clothing from a freezing cold bath that would have killed him if he hadn’t found the cave that had the hot spring in it. Shelter was key and he’d have to show the others but for now he’d go pester Runer, who was likely in the hot spring. “Runer, get dressed. We have some hunting to do.” He had brought the small sack of coins with him from when he had received a reward in the war. “It’s about Yule time and I want to go see if we can find something to give the kids.”
He waits for a quip but that’s also why he’d “conned” Runer to come with him instead of Liefr or any of the other men. Of course that doesn’t last as a cough in the distance makes him sigh. “I could have sworn I asked you to go hunting. Or scouting. Or anything else.” As Liefr appeared in the cave.
“Yes, and leave you with Runer? No there was a group decision and I got sent to make sure you weren’t doing anything.”
“….. I’d rather die.”
“That’s not what you said last night.”
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there is nothing poetic about clawing at your chest, trying to empty yourself of these poisonous words, coming up with nothing in your palms but blood.
excerpt from four things echo knows to be true | published in UNMYTHOLOGIZE (via inkmagician)
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