— 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐚
Former Ruler of the Siberian Wastes | Healer | Solar | Wanted by the Vanguard | Foe of the Iron Lords | 4’8” | Ambitious | Kind-hearted | Deceptively lethal
#DestinyRP | #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ
Saskia gently began kicking and swaying their legs. Folding their hands over their cuirass, they also began to drum their fingers against the metal. They could feel her warming up, and immediately wondered how far they could push that. “The cutest?”
Her helmet drooped slightly as her gaze turned off to the side.
A faint glow started under her armor, radiators turning red-hot.
" Ah- uh... sorry, I didn't mean to- uh- ... very. Very cute. "
That compliment was quick to pull their attention up to Arson, and to get a fanged grin from the Warlord. “Oh? How cute?”
They’re going to be a little bit of a brat about it, now.
She's so lucky the helmet hides the stupid grin on her face.
" you're so cute- "
oh fuck she said that out loud.
run aw- can't run away, you're holding them. Fuck.
During the duration of his speech, Saskia stared up at Ignatius with an a amused expression and crossed arms. When finally there was silence, they took a breath to respond. Their mouth hung open a few seconds as they considered a more polite approach, and then their fanged maw —
“Well, when you've had three hunters as children, you tend to pick up a thing or two. Though it was somewhat easy to scale your wall and get in through a window.”
「The lord chuckled, finishing his piece of jerky. Calm and collected as always, though he exuded an amount of...
shut so they could exhale through their nose before trying again.
“I would have been much more receptive to giving you an audience had you attempted anything other than breaking into my home.” That was more reasonable than their initial reply, though there remained a —
|| Temporarily distracted by continuing work on Saskia’s tattoos.
It’s also going to be a piercings reference, so the booba will not be censored. Be forewarned
The Warlord’s tireless hovering ceased, and slowly they descended flat onto their feet. They were clad in their armor, other than for their helm. Without it, the annoyed scowl on their lips was quite evident. “Why do you people insist on breaking and entering?”
「Though they wouldn't be alone for long. His big ass walks from behind a pillar munching on a piece of jerky. However he got in there?」
“Your castle is quite impressive. Though I can't help but point out the absence of life.”
“I’m sure him and I will get along well.” Old chains rattled as their spools began to turn, and the drawbridge before them lowered. The moment the chains stopped loosening, Saskia was making their way across the bridge, into a smaller courtyard, and headed toward a short flight —
As decent heating as a castle in the middle of a frozen wasteland could possibly have.
They run quite hot though, so whichever room Saskia is in tends to be more bearable.
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Sau’rya has been to several castles , none of which had adequate plumbing . it made her extremely uncomfortable .
sorry that she didn’t figure that another one of the many wasn’t just like the others .
does it at least have decent heating .ᐣ
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