Make em’ spiced n’ sweet. And pickle some carrots while yer’ at it, pleeease.

|~ IM GOING TO THE REN FAIRE TOMORROW YAYAYYAYYAYA

“ Pleasure’s all mine. . . Yer’ robes —— Ye’ a Maester? ” A keen eye, a familiar eye. Antonius casually began to unhook some of his heavier pieces of armor as he spoke, “ or jus’ someone scholarly? ”

… Deal.

guh.

picks 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻 - 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 up bridal style.

EXPERIMENT HAS ESCAPED CONTAINMENT. A NEW BEING OF LIFE MADE BY SCIENCE. ——— HORROR RP. DEAD DOVE ACCOUNT. ORIGINAL CHARACTER BASED OFF OF ‘POOR THINGS’ AND ‘FRANKENSTEIN’. MDNI.

pats. “ ello’. ”

GRABS 𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖚𝖘 𝕷𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖒. , “ oi. “

Winks. Ehehehhe———

The large man grins, releasing the other with a sigh. “ Hellos’ are for boring people. ”

If he could, he’d be red. Not from a blush though. 💢💢💢

“ My turn? Perhaps I shall whack you with the butt of my blade; though I truly doubt a maester such as yourself would fare well… ” A gruff bit of laughter.

Oh, Antonius loved a challenge. Silent for a moment, before rough hands grabbed onto the thinner’s shoulders; shoving hard, but never letting go.

“ Kh—— ” Damnit. The one time he had forfeit hid armor. His grip released, coughing to the side with a glare. Not worth it, in the knight’s mind.

“ you’re so easy to maneuver, is all. ” an amused chuckle, as he walks him to a log bench. sets him down.

Wide eyes stare down at the other, before—— was that a .. pink flush upon Antonius’ cheeks? He glanced away. Gods above. “ Do not look at me in such a way. ”

A haughty glance was returned, and for a moment so brief, it appeared near predatory. It went fast. “ In combat, yes. ”