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02-18-2016, 04:47 PM
rohan
RUN AWAY WITH ME
“No, I suppose not; some of us have to look pretty,” the Warlander answers smoothly to the pixie man, his deep voice laced with laughter as he refrains from rolling his eyes in amusement. While being on the receiving end of the attentions of men is not something he is entirely comfortable with, Rohan plays along, considering Quentin’s company, as a whole, to be quite enjoyable. If nothing else, he is sure that there is hardly a dull moment with the fairy-winged pegasus. The Warlander’s pride is far too swollen to be so easily wounded by his fanboy.
Shifting his gaze to more familiar things, green eyes settle again on the white queen (a view he can certainly get used to looking at). Their exchange is far too short for his liking and moves quickly along, but even as she—Elsa—addresses the winged stallion, Rohan’s attention takes a moment to follow. If a king gets the perks of such lovely damsels at his side, then perhaps power is not entirely evil—but that is as far as his thoughts wander (too easily darkened by memories of cold eyes, sneering lips, and iron fists).
Flicking his tail sharply around his legs, Rohan turns to the pale stallion, a smirk flitting over his lips when glasswork is mentioned. “I’m sure our king will approve,” his eyes flicker briefly to Tembovu, his smirk deepening. It seems like a lifetime ago when they had met in the Thistle Meadow, suffering from the Rift’s disease, pondering the Gods’ work in shallow pools of pain. Tembovu had been Glazier then—little did they both know what life had in store for them.
The warrior represses a sigh, forcing away certain memories that lay wait in the darkness. He cannot allow himself to wallow, focusing instead on their little gathering. When he hears the subtle crunching of approaching hooves, the petite brown mare is not who he had expected to see (his heart twisting painfully before his eyes register her face). “Vitani,” Rohan murmurs in greeting, noting with a trace of jealousy that she seems drawn to Quentin more than anyone else (and so the circle continues). Wondering what the young mare’s motives are for following them, he looks between Tembovu and Elsa.
notes; SO sorry for the wait! ._.
“Speech.”
Shifting his gaze to more familiar things, green eyes settle again on the white queen (a view he can certainly get used to looking at). Their exchange is far too short for his liking and moves quickly along, but even as she—Elsa—addresses the winged stallion, Rohan’s attention takes a moment to follow. If a king gets the perks of such lovely damsels at his side, then perhaps power is not entirely evil—but that is as far as his thoughts wander (too easily darkened by memories of cold eyes, sneering lips, and iron fists).
Flicking his tail sharply around his legs, Rohan turns to the pale stallion, a smirk flitting over his lips when glasswork is mentioned. “I’m sure our king will approve,” his eyes flicker briefly to Tembovu, his smirk deepening. It seems like a lifetime ago when they had met in the Thistle Meadow, suffering from the Rift’s disease, pondering the Gods’ work in shallow pools of pain. Tembovu had been Glazier then—little did they both know what life had in store for them.
The warrior represses a sigh, forcing away certain memories that lay wait in the darkness. He cannot allow himself to wallow, focusing instead on their little gathering. When he hears the subtle crunching of approaching hooves, the petite brown mare is not who he had expected to see (his heart twisting painfully before his eyes register her face). “Vitani,” Rohan murmurs in greeting, noting with a trace of jealousy that she seems drawn to Quentin more than anyone else (and so the circle continues). Wondering what the young mare’s motives are for following them, he looks between Tembovu and Elsa.
notes; SO sorry for the wait! ._.
“Speech.”
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