𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 || 25+ ✑ by Dromi.
But he can also understand that sometimes work becomes too cumbersome to deal with.
"Hmph, I didn't come here to become your excuse to skip work! But you do you. I actually came to thank you in behalf of the old man for »
"Busy? Er, yeah..." Supposed to be busy, more like! He cups his mouth and leans in, whispering to the Ratnik.
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"Sir Varka, hello! Are you busy?"
But he can also understand that sometimes work becomes too cumbersome to deal with.
"Hmph, I didn't come here to become your excuse to skip work! But you do you. I actually came to thank you in behalf of the old man for »
"Sir Varka, hello! Are you busy?"
"Sir Varka, hello! Are you busy?"
Sir Flins is acting strange lately. Oh, is he feeling left out?
Maybe he should include him in the conversation?
Clearing his throat, he scoots at the side, with the other guy circling the motion and including Flins in the conversation.
"Ahem. So I was talking about the new »
"Please, continue as if I'm not even here. Don't let me interrupt you."
Well, he says that, but he isn't budging.
Sir Flins is acting strange lately. Oh, is he feeling left out?
Maybe he should include him in the conversation?
Clearing his throat, he scoots at the side, with the other guy circling the motion and including Flins in the conversation.
"Ahem. So I was talking about the new »
What would he think of him, when he breaks so easily at a soldier's death? »
The way he moved slightly closer for comfort, both hands in his pockets. The forced smile - how it folded easily to a gust of wind, causing him to avert his
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Bobbing his head down, Illuga slid both of his hands into his pockets, scooting closer to Flins.
He's right.
The only reason he fled the celebration was him not »
What would he think of him, when he breaks so easily at a soldier's death? »
Illuga smiled at the bird, offering it a little caress with the tip of his finger before sighing, gaze back at the older ratnik.
He's been cursed with many dark, recurring »
Flins released Aedon with a wave of his hand, allowing him to fly back to his owner.
"Your next assigned mission is... to head home for dinner. You haven't eaten yet, have you? I have also caught wind that
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"Oh. Oh no. I might have forgotten something... I just..." He clicks his tongue. "Okay, let me recap: Checking medical supplies, supervising the drills, »
Illuga smiled at the bird, offering it a little caress with the tip of his finger before sighing, gaze back at the older ratnik.
He's been cursed with many dark, recurring »
"Oh. Oh no. I might have forgotten something... I just..." He clicks his tongue. "Okay, let me recap: Checking medical supplies, supervising the drills, »
That surprised expression on his face - how adorable. Judging by Aedon's cheerful demeanor, he must be in agreement. Solovei's spirit was probably out there somewhere watching after them, hm?
"Now - can you guess what it is?"
Aedon chirped cheerfully on Flins' finger, flapping its wings in contentment. Illuga doesn't understand.
"Something... ah. Did the old man task me with something else?"
"Oh. Oh no. I might have forgotten something... I just..." He clicks his tongue. "Okay, let me recap: Checking medical supplies, supervising the drills, »
Aedon chirped cheerfully on Flins' finger, flapping its wings in contentment. Illuga doesn't understand.
"Something... ah. Did the old man task me with something else?"
Flins raised a hand, allowing Aedon to perch upon his fingers, and gently lowered Solovei's familiar to eye level, giving him an appreciative glance.
"He must already know what I will say, and that it is something you must hear."
"Aedon! Hey! Where are you going?"
The bird perches atop of Flins head, and soon, its friend follows.
"Sorry! I don't know what's got into him!"
Aedon chirped cheerfully on Flins' finger, flapping its wings in contentment. Illuga doesn't understand.
"Something... ah. Did the old man task me with something else?"
"Aedon! Hey! Where are you going?"
The bird perches atop of Flins head, and soon, its friend follows.
"Sorry! I don't know what's got into him!"
"Aedon! Hey! Where are you going?"
The bird perches atop of Flins head, and soon, its friend follows.
"Sorry! I don't know what's got into him!"