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🔞| Nyx | 30s | 🌈 | they/them | smut writer, usually deathloop/bloodborne/warcraft ao3: @canniballecters | twitter/tumblr: @drwenjieevans

Illidan sighed, crossing his arms across his broad chest. His muscles bulged obscenely, but Maiev kept her eyes fixed elsewhere. "It was merely a suggestion to pass the time," he said. "Would you prefer we discuss our differences, as the Archmage requested?" "Absolutely not." Maiev shuddered. They sat in silence for a moment. Maiev thought about it. Perhaps the book was better than the alternatives - talking or silence. "Fine," she said. She retrieved the book and handed it to Illidan, then set about removing her greaves. She left her breastplate on, unwilling to be wholly without protection. "So, where were we," Illidan said as Maiev sat down beside him, "Ah, yes. The Warden leaves his cell - frustrated, burning with desire, unsated." He raised an eyebrow. "Sound familiar?" Maiev rolled her eyes. "No."
Preview of the Ao3 tag page for A Steamy Romance Novel: A Kirin Torrid Affair. The summary: "For the record, I take no umbrage with the way you speak to me," Illidan said. "In fact, I enjoy your company." Maiev scoffed. With a smirk, he added, "Particularly now that you are my cellmate, and not my jailer." "Funny, " Maiev said, "I much preferred when you were on the other side of the bars."
“Well,” Illidan said, “It is titled The Warden’s Forbidden Desire. Presumably this Illidan seduces his Maiev and satisfies her so thoroughly that she releases him.” He smirked. “If only it had been that simple.” Maiev rolled her eyes. “Of course you think that highly of your prowess. The author has certainly captured your boundless arrogance.” “Perhaps,” Illidan mused, “such an encounter would have been enough to earn my freedom, if you had given me the chance. If nothing else, it would have been a welcome respite from the millennia of tedium and loneliness. Certainly preferable to polishing my warglaives alone, as it were.” “As if I would ever offer you respite. Of any kind.” “Well, it would have been a benefit to us both. Some much-needed release.” “Speak for yourself. I would never come to you for…” the word was acid in her mouth, “Release.” “Perhaps you should,” Illidan said. “You’re tense, Warden. I’m sure everyone on the Broken Shore would thank me for it.” He grinned. “The Archmage did tell us to get along.”
White text on green background: New cat friend! - Orange and white kitty! (Very ethel tbh) - Hunting rats for fun & sport - Enjoyed a Goodberry treat - Their name is Orange Peel. - They like to bite orange peels and get the nice feeling on the teeth - Orange Peel follows me out of the alley - I fed them 2 Goodberries
A page of notes with a purple background titled “Identify: Gold Needle”. The page has white text with light blue/green as an accent. The notes say: - Powerful necromancy. Not an existing/known “spell”. - Powerful magic. Bespoke. The kind of magic when wizards do when they’ve been alive too long. - The Soul of the King!! [underlined] - See him holding the needle, egg forms around it. - Seeing a vision of the king, a little younger but not much. - The Golden Needle of Kosechi - “as long as his soul remains in the needle, he will remain the undying king. [this column cuts off here]. A picture of an old man superimposed on the page. He has a tall crown and a long white beard. He is holding a sword and wearing black robes. He is holding a golden needle and looking down at it. Below the image: - “Leaving the Undying King, and his kingdom, in darkness.” - The stone bricks slide [cuts off here] Trade offer: - we receive green dragonmask! - he receives his needle/soul back!