Sta.sh
| The smaller knight stretches so that his free hand presses to Tisho's cheek, and observes how Tisho slouches forward somewhat to make this an easier task. "Tisho." For his name spoken, the troll tentatively glances to him, then quickly darts his eyes back down. "What?" he asks anxiously, loosening his hold on Penumbral's hand without letting go. There's silence without finishing the thought, because there's a lot of things Penumbral could say, and he's uncertain on every one of them. There's several reactions he could give, and he's uncertain on these, as well. So he settles on one outside of these, but it's slow, hesitant; he's wary of the last time he tried anything with this kind of affection behind it. Curling his fingers around Tisho's wrist, the sin'dorei draws their hands from the troll's face down to his own. He forces his tongue out past slack, scarred lips, and licks at the rough, white palm. "Tisho'moyo," he whispers in reminder against the other knight's skin. My favoured. |
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Tired 
I think of you often, to be honest. I wonder how you are, and what's life like for you these days, etc.
I feel so far apart, though, and not just by the miles. :C
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The blue disappears under his bruised lids at last, because the first thing I do is close those sightless eyes so he’ll never look at me again.
its all good but sad at the same time.
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The blue disappears under his bruised lids at last, because the first thing I do is close those sightless eyes so he’ll never look at me again.
/Merosiel
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The blue disappears under his bruised lids at last, because the first thing I do is close those sightless eyes so he’ll never look at me again.
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The blue disappears under his bruised lids at last, because the first thing I do is close those sightless eyes so he’ll never look at me again.
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(\/)°-°(\/)
DA has crabs