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I look into the mirror to see the monster you'll never uncover .

well everyone’s the hero in their own story everyone’s a sucker for a taste of glory but stories are for children, and glory’s not a taste i can acquire

Let's go sapphics, let's go.

"Much better," the Pirate murmured as the sunshine's golden rays tickled and caressed her cheeks no longer. She doubted she'd be able to sleep again, but resting her eyes for longer sounded delightful in that moment. "You are very comfortable."

don't worry . help me , and I help you .

Tonight is a night she is going to spend at the Blooming Rose.

You’ll cry yourself to death. Tell me: Why are you so devoted to your pain?

⠀ ser cullen stanton rutherford of honnleath . ⠀x.com/i/events/15166…

/ Cullen has my entire heart.

/ Alistair, Fenris & Cullen are my golden trio when it comes to the protagonist romances.

"Why not, kitten?" Isabela teased, grinning tiredly as she rubbed at her eyes. "I quite like the idea of sneaking into your mansion for drink and a cuddle."

❝ Ah, the Blooming Rose... Where people come... and then go. ❞

"Oh, how boring," Isabela teased with a roll of her eyes. "There is little better than a companion to warm your bed at night."

Women?

Isabela would apologise for her absence but when the ocean calls, she cannot simply ignore.

What does a smoking hot pirate Captain have to do to get a drink around here?

"What's the matter, Kitten?"

"Nothing that cannot be helped by a drink or few, hmm?"

Isabela takes his hand into her own and gives it an affectionate squeeze. "Well, a pirate of some kind would like to have a drink; shall we share a bottle?"