“I pulled off that uniform rather well, actually.” Folds arms, pouting.

“Stay /away/ from my ears.” Leans away a little, though is unable to suppress a smile.

“This is how it happens every time.” x.com/pompousczar/st…

“NO NOPE N O” x.com/pompousczar/st…

Runs away. “Not again..” x.com/pompousczar/st…

“Really? Injured /again/?”

“Your fault you got injured. You didn't /have/ to go into battle.”

“And your beloved elk fell in that battle.”

“noPE.”

“Your son ran away and you're an alcoholic. 'Bruh.'”

“You're still an alcoholic.”

“Nor does my mother in law.”

Blush. “She does not.”

Lays on his back on the bed, stretching out in a feline manner with a soft mewl of exhaustion.

|Had no sleep... -Sigh. Flops on top of Lindir.-

|#TriggerWarning I apologise for my last few tweets, possibly triggering but not intended to be harmful to anyone.

|Steals 𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑨., pulling her into bed to curl up and watch Hannibal with.

Throwback to old days spent with my Lord Elrond in the Greenwood. How beautiful it was, Lord Elrond #Memories

|Alcohol helps me forget the symptoms of this damn illness. Woo!

"So attractive, my love." x.com/imladrisservan…