ᅠ ᅠ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ᅠ 𝐈 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐒' 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑. ᅠ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑝ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ᅠ ᅠ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

"this hair?" reaching to tousle perfectly-laid curls.

supernova.⠀ dilf x dilf 👁️

he's been baking all morning. apron on, hair tied up, he approaches —THE BEAR ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ. tapping his arm.

he offers the sleepy bear a muffin on a napkin. "i made muffins... and some scones. and an apple crisp," he says quietly. there's flour on his face. "i was up early and couldn't sleep, and now there's far too much for me to eat myself."

"yes, well, there's plenty to sample, i can promise that," he says with a sheepish chuckle, scratching at the back of his neck. "i got, perhaps, a bit carried away..." he beams as halsin digs in to the muffin - blueberry and honey.

"i'm sure that's a factor, yes... that, along with the fact that i can be around people without the fear of detonating spontaneously," he hums. "it's got me in quite a..." he trails off briefly. "a cozy mood, i suppose. and what better for that than a plethora of baked goods?"

I once read a book that explained in some detail the effect a brush with danger has on one's desire for... other forms of stimulation. Have you ever read anything on that subject?

*😟

"i... gathered." stepping back slightly to avoid getting blood on his shoes as it pools upon the ground. he looks as though he's trying not to gag. "most valentine's gifts are, you know... flowers, perhaps some chocolates."

"that may be true," says the wizard, "but... what, exactly, were you thinking i'd do with this?"

"i..." humming. "appreciate your sentiment."

gazing at him fondly.

oh? he might just.

scratching atop his scaly head.

<— reading from a tome almost the size of his torso.

giving a little chuckle, indulging the dragonborn by rubbing that snoot gently.

Oblivious as he mutters under his breath.