-Some backstory. We had just killed some Lizard people after getting drop out of an air ship. We need'ed information so they managed to keep one Lizard dude alive. So my fellow players, a Wizard and Paladin went to work TORTURING the HELL out of this Lizard guy. The Paladin/bad cop couldn't speak Daconic but the Wizard/good cop did. So there’s me, only offering question the Wizard to ask the Lizard man and a Monk looked on as these two went to town on this poor, poor Lizard man. After the game the Wizard made a post on Facebook that I HAD to share on here.-
“Learned two things from a game of Pathfinder. 1. I am armed with a ludicrous amount of reptile puns. Lizard Folk, beware. 2. To my great horror, I am perfectly willing to disregard the Geneva Convention’s laws regarding treatment of prisoners of war while engaged in the pursuit of loot and level-ups, provided that someone else does the beating.”
Casually drinks coffee while writing KuroMahi smut XD But after seeing that pic of Maid!Mahiru and Kuro [here] I just had to write this
back.” Kuro walked through the door with the groceries Mahiru ordered him to
buy. They would usually go out together so he wondered why Mahiru told him to
go alone. He tried to think of anything he did that could’ve made Mahiru angry
with him. He set down the bags in the kitchen but he
didn’t see Mahiru in the kitchen or living room.
home, Master.” Kuro stopped at the unexpected greeting. He heard their bedroom
door open and Mahiru stepped out. Kuro’s eyes widened when he saw the maid
costume Mahiru was wearing. He couldn’t look away from him as Mahiru stopped in
front of him. “Kuro?”
knew that he must’ve looked silly in the dress and wished that he never decided
to wear the thing. Earlier that week, he was doing Kuro’s laundry and found some rather risqué manga among his dirty clothes. He couldn’t help but worry that
Kuro was becoming unsatisfied with him since it had been a couple days since they last
made love. Then he found the maid costume and thought Kuro wanted him to wear
are you wearing?” Kuro knew he should look away but he couldn’t bring himself
to do so. But how could any man turn away when the person they loved was
standing in front of them and wearing such an outfit?
frilly dress was cut expertly and showed only enough to tempt Kuro to look
beneath the frills. Nervously, Mahiru tightened his hand in his skirt and Kuro
wished that Mahiru didn’t. It only drew attention to the stockings hugging his
legs and Kuro wanted to pull them off with his teeth. Kuro held himself back
because he could see how embarrass Mahiru was.
do you mean ‘what are you wearing’? You’re the reason I’m wearing this silly thing!” Mahiru blushed
heavily. “I found your manga collection and this dress in your laundry! If you
would rather have pictures than your boyfriend, I’ll just take this thing off!”
Kuro took Mahiru’s hand when he started to turn away. He smoothly turned Mahiru
so they were facing each other again. Kuro placed his hands on the kitchen
island and trapped Mahiru in his arms so he couldn’t turn away from him again.
Mahiru placed his hands onto Kuro’s shoulders and looked down at their feet
because he felt so embarrassed.
gently lifted Mahiru’s face. “Hyde gave me those manga as a joke. I never even
opened them. Why would I when I have you? I’m guessing Hyde also left this
costume as a prank.”
what about—” Mahiru whimpered when he felt Kuro’s hand snake under his skirt.
Kuro playfully squeezed his ass before he lifted Mahiru onto the kitchen
island. His voice was hoarse when Kuro pressed kisses down his neck and Mahiru wrapped his legs around Kuro’s hips. “Its
been a while since we… and I thought… oh, Kuro!”
gasped when Kuro roughly pulled the dress off his shoulder and gently bit him. It
wasn’t enough to draw blood but Kuro kissed and licked the mark he left. Kuro couldn’t
stop himself from grinning when he saw Mahiru’s flustered face. He could smell
Mahiru’s blood and it was intoxicating to Kuro.
he promised to never drink Mahiru’s blood so he would have to distract himself
by satisfying another hunger.
someone that goes on and on about ‘thinking simply’, you sure do love to overthink things.” Kuro teased while he untied the apron around his waist. “I
thought you were a little sore and wanted to give you some time to recover. But
if you want—”
was shocked when Mahiru cut him off. He grabbed his hood and pulled Kuro into a
kiss. It was tentative and a little shy but no other kiss could shake Kuro as
much. He pushed Mahiru backwards onto the island and took control of the kiss. When he
felt Kuro’s tongue tease his lips, Mahiru parted his lips slightly.
going to be the death of me.” Kuro groaned against his lips. Mahiru’s response
was to wrap his arms around his neck and kiss Kuro deeper. The kiss made him dizzy and threatened to steal his senses. He wondered if Mahiru knew how much
power he had over him. But Kuro fell under Mahiru’s spell willingly and melted
into the kiss.
more.” Mahiru begged in a small voice and fumbled with the buttons on Kuro’s
jacket. “I want you.”
are dangerous words.” Kuro pulled away from Mahiru and he looked down at him. Mahiru’s
face was flushed and Kuro gently brushed his thumb over Mahiru’s kiss bruised
lips. His hands drifted to Mahiru’s hips and pulled him closer. “I’m not going
to be able to control myself when you’re wearing that dress.”
simply, you don’t need to hold back. I’m yours.” Mahiru’s words broke the last
sliver of control Kuro had.
Hello Cassandra :) My friend recommended me your books just about a month ago and believe me or not I've finished all of them already. I couldn't help myself, but keep reading. I've never believed I would love any fiction books as much as HP, but I do now. And I don't know what to do next 2 months... Now I'd like to ask about Julian, since he is my personal hero and I have no idea how can he handle everything in his life... Will we see some positive or happy moments for him in LoS too?
It’s interesting when I get questions like this, because there are very few characters I write whose lives are unendingly awful. While Julian is under a lot of stress and is experiencing heartbreak, he’s also a person with a lot of resilience. You don’t get to be where he’s at without being strong. Julian’s siblings aren’t just a heavy responsibility, they’re also a source of great joy for him. Julian’s relationship with Emma is in flux, but it’s also still important to him. Even now, there are moments of happiness shared between them.
And don’t forget, Julian is a schemer. He actually really enjoys his scheming. Maybe a little too much. ; )
I have a prompt request. You once mentioned that after Hawke and Fenris get back together, Donnic and Sebastian confront Hawke and ask him about his intentions toward their friend. Would you be willing to write more about their conversation?
The game was just winding down as he walked in the door.
“So that’s seven for Donnic, two for the abomination,”
Fenris said. There was a warm, relaxed amusement in Fenris’s voice as he
counted up the night’s wins, and Hawke paused at the sitting room’s threshold
to watch him. The elf’s smile was not such a rare thing these days, but it
remained a sight to behold.
“I’ll pay you back,” Anders said, and he sounded a little
defensive. Donnic shrugged.
“We can call it a wash,” he said. “After what you did for my
shoulder sprain last week – “
“That’s not the way it works and you know it.”
“I’ll cover it,” Varric offered. He tossed the coin on the
table as he rose. “Come on, Blondie. Walk me back to the Hanged Man.”
“I can cover my own debts,” Anders grumbled, but he rose as
well, and pushed in his chair, and froze when he saw Hawke in the doorway. He
had had trouble meeting Hawke’s eyes over the last few weeks. Hawke caught an
expression of surprise, displeasure, and unhappiness before the blond looked
“I’m a little early,” Hawke said. “Don’t rush off on my
“If I lose any more money, Aveline will skin me alive,”
Donnic said. “Best to quit now.”
Hawke stepped aside so that Anders could pass through the
door, and frowned at the other mage’s retreating back until Varric thumped him
in the belly.
“I know that look,” Varric said. “Don’t let him get to you.
“It’s been weeks since – “
“I’ll handle it,” the dwarf insisted. The mansion’s front
door slammed as Anders let himself out, and Varric shook his head. “He’ll get
over it,” he promised. “Drinks at the Hanged Man tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” Hawke said, though he continued to frown. “I’ll be
“See you, then. And stop frowning.”
“We’re just getting cleaned up,” Donnic said. “You know if
we don’t help he’ll leave it here for weeks.”
Fenris, counting his wins, didn’t look up. “I fail to see
how it’s your business how long I leave it,” he murmured. He was still smiling –
a small, pleased expression. Hawke liked seeing it.
Donnic said, “Hawke, help me with the dishes,” and Hawke
shrugged, and pushed away from the door, and followed him into the kitchen.
Over the years, Fenris had allowed Hawke to do repairs to
the mansion when necessary. He’d allowed Donnic to come in and tidy up when the
guard badgered about it enough. But there was a definite difference in his
livingspace since Danarius’s death that marked a turning point in his thoughts –
the moment when the mansion had stopped being a mere shelter and became his
home. The kitchen was tidy when they walked in, if still sparsely decorated.
Merill had provided the curtains and the potted plants in the window. The
chipped dishes were put away in the cabinets, the floor was swept, and the
counters were free of clutter.
Hawke took up a (clean) dish rag and took his place at the
sink. “I’ll dry,” he offered, and Donnic set the water running. Sebastian came
in with the rest of the dishes from the snacks the guys had helped themselves
to during the game, and he busied himself with them, putting away leftovers
when there was enough, scraping what wasn’t into the garbage bin. Donnic washed
the dishes. Hawke dried them and put them neatly in the little drying rack
Aveline had bought for the elf.
“Fenris seems happy these days,” Donnic said idly, as he used
his thumbnail to scrub at something caked-on.
Hawke grunted. It took him several moments before he
realized he was supposed to answer.
“Happiness looks good on him,” he answered at last.
“And you two,” Donnic said. He handed him a dish, made sure
to catch Hawke’s eye, and met his frown with a smile. “You’ve gotten very…close.”
“We’ve always been close.”
“Right, of course,” Donnic said, and began to scrub the next
dish, and ignored the way Hawke was staring at him.
“The thing is,” Sebastian said, “Fenris is at an important
moment of growth in his life. He’s been through the gauntlet of pain, and it is
time for a new chapter to begin in his life. One of happiness, fulfillment.”
Hawke turned his stare on him. He said, slowly, “I think you
should say whatever it is you’re trying to say.”
“Well, I know you two were physical once before. That that
was years ago, and sometimes the body gets cravings…”
“What Sebastian is trying to say,” Donnic interjected, as
the dish rag slowly began to tear in Hawke’s clenched hands, “Is that we both
just want to be sure you aren’t promising Fenris anything you aren’t really
willing to give.”
Hawke said. He threw the rag down. “I’ve been in love with the man for six
bloody years – what more do you want from me?”
Donnic lifted his hands. Sebastian said, “It’s just that we
want to be sure you aren’t – however noble your intentions – trying to press an
advantage you shouldn’t. Are you planning to commit – oh, now you’re standing
very close, aren’t you?”
Hawke said, “Get to the point.”
“It’s not a bad thing, really – wanting to know how you feel,” Sebastian said.
“Fenris is our friend. We want be sure we understand what your intentions are,”
Donnic clarified. Hawke began to growl – low, menacing.
Neither of them backed down.
After they left, sometime later, Fenris cornered Hawke in
the sitting room – leaning over the chair in which the mage sat, with his hands
on either arm rest, effectively pinning Hawke where he was.
“So,” Fenris murmured, that smile playing at his lips, his
eyes meeting Hawke’s without difficulty, gaze warm and confident. “You plan to
love me for the rest of my life, do you? Spend every waking moment fixed solely
on the acquisition of my happiness?”
Hawke frowned at him. He said, “You shouldn’t listen in on other
people’s private conversations.” Fenris lifted a brow.
“Do you intend to lecture me?” the elf asked. “Or would you
rather join me upstairs? I have my own intentions,
Oh, hey, Ariana Grande. Please to meet you. Do you need a song? I have a song to sell. You see, it's about my secret lover that I cannot be out with at this time.
Super duper. I'll take it.
Great. Remember, though. It's a secret lover song so I need to keep it secret.
Hello, what's Just a Little Bit of Your Heart about?
Harry Edward Styles told me it's about his secret lover. They can't be out. So he had to sell the song to me, because he couldn't sing about his secret lover, I guess, even though he's written and performed several of his own songs that allude to having a secret he can't share.
Fan 2 climbs out of Haylor's Grave:
It's about Taylor.