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*gives Gwaine a slightly-drunken, merry kiss on the lips*

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iamthefirechild:

drunkknightofcamelot:

iamthefirechild:

drunkknightofcamelot:

-Wraps an arm around her waist, dips her, and gives her a longer kiss.-

Well that’s lovely. Could I get another one of those, maybe?

Of course, m’lady. -Bows before reaching out to cup her cheek, bringing their faces closer together. Smiling he lowered his lips to hers, tilting his head to slant their lips in the perfect way, giving her a tender kiss.- Happy?

-playfully scolding- You’ve no business being that good at that, Gwaine. -taps her fingers against his cheek-

-He chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender.- Of course. I shall resist, m’lady.

-shakes her finger at him- That is not what I said. But you should be very careful with such power. -leans in close to his ear- Very careful indeed. Not every lady can handle it.

*gives Gwaine a slightly-drunken, merry kiss on the lips*

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iamthefirechild:

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drunkknightofcamelot:

-Wraps an arm around her waist, dips her, and gives her a longer kiss.-

-squeaks happily- Hel-lo, Gwaine. What was that for?

-Grins.- I am in a very happy mood.

Well that’s lovely. Could I get another one of those, maybe?

Of course, m’lady. -Bows before reaching out to cup her cheek, bringing their faces closer together. Smiling he lowered his lips to hers, tilting his head to slant their lips in the perfect way, giving her a tender kiss.- Happy?

-playfully scolding- You’ve no business being that good at that, Gwaine. -taps her fingers against his cheek-

I didn’t say it right. I never say it right. It’s not about speed of replies, I swear. I’m not good at patience but I understand it. It’s me being selfish and greedy and demanding. It’s wanting to have the same attention from people that I feel like I’m giving. I don’t know how to explain this without making people feel bad. I swear it’s not about you, it’s me. It’s always me. I wasn’t trying to guilt anyone or be passive-aggressive; I just thought people should know — I don’t know what I thought.

I was trying to express that I was letting go. Because I have been told that I’m an annoyance, that I make people lose their muse, that I drive people away from rping by being in the inbox constantly and replying quickly. That if I do the askbox things I’m forcing a ship. That if I wish people would do my askbox things I’m expecting too much.

I tried to do the right thing and I messed it up. I always mess it up. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone, or guilt them.

*wry* It doesn’t look like any of you actually listened to the part about “you don’t have to reply” anyway, since I got four replies in between.

drunkknightofcamelot replied to your post “You don’t need to worry about replying to me anymore. I know you would…”

Don’t be like that D: I’d love to roleplay with you. I always get lost with replies and stuffs and I haven’t had any inbox from you for like… ages. I replied to the last one I got. You don’t bother me or make me loose my muse!

thenameislahey reblogged your post and added:

oKAY THERE THIS IS NOT AT ALL WHAT SHOULD BE…

iwontbeephemeral reblogged your post and added:

Okay, listen up, because this post both made me…

consultinsociopath replied to your post “You don’t need to worry about replying to me anymore. I know you would…”

Wait what? You don’t make me lose my muse hunny. I’ve just been busy finishing school. I haven’t rped at all today really.

sonofpendragon replied to your post “You don’t need to worry about replying to me anymore. I know you would…”

[as am working on your reply]

turpisvirtute replied to your post “You don’t need to worry about replying to me anymore. I know you would…”

I have your replies, somewhere, and I’m doing you’re meme right now.

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A drink at the bar.

Gwaine waved Summer over, a smile on his lips. “Sum! Let me buy you a drink, what are you having?” He asked, smiling. 

“I figured usually there was a reason. Battles won, women lost, things like that.” Picking up the cup, she showed him how it was done; lifting the chin, because the flattest part of the head is the very top.

Gwaine grinned at her, watching as she balanced the cup on her head; only to lightly shove her shoulder, trying to make the cup fall. “Show off,” he mumbled, downing his drink and placing it back on the bar. “How’d you do that?”

“Lots and lots of practise,” Summer swept up the cup and held it back out to the barmaid, who neatly refilled it. “Practise you will never have, I expect, because a man never carries things on his head.” She tapped the cup on top of his head, then drank most of it off and slid down to his lap. “Is there a reason?”

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drunkknightofcamelot:

iamthefirechild:

drunkknightofcamelot:

drunkknightofcamelot:

A drink at the bar.

Gwaine waved Summer over, a smile on his lips. “Sum! Let me buy you a drink, what are you having?” He asked, smiling. 

Gwaine shook his head. “Okay fine.” He took the mead and handed it over to her. “Sorry.”

“Good.” Summer took the cup and downed a long swallow, then perched the cup on Gwaine’s head. “What are we drinking away tonight?”

Gwaine tried to balance the cup on his head, showing off a little. “Do we need a reason to drink?” He asked, raising an eyebrow; the cup finally falling. “Aw…”

“I figured usually there was a reason. Battles won, women lost, things like that.” Picking up the cup, she showed him how it was done; lifting the chin, because the flattest part of the head is the very top.

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drunkknightofcamelot:

iamthefirechild:

drunkknightofcamelot:

iamthefirechild:

drunkknightofcamelot:

A drink at the bar.

Gwaine waved Summer over, a smile on his lips. “Sum! Let me buy you a drink, what are you having?” He asked, smiling. 

She tapped him on the top of the head. “Don’t call me that. Mead.”

He chuckled softly, throwing an arm around her. “You love it.” He turned to the barman. “A mead for the lady.”

“I will cut you,” she threatened. “Don’t call me that, Gwaine.”

Gwaine shook his head. “Okay fine.” He took the mead and handed it over to her. “Sorry.”

“Good.” Summer took the cup and downed a long swallow, then perched the cup on Gwaine’s head. “What are we drinking away tonight?”