When I had my print signed by Dave, and he read the line I wanted on it, he went OFF on Halsin's writing, nothing but praise for the person who wrote the lines he gave life to.
Oh yeah. NOW I'm seeing it. I see that Charisma. (Yes I'd missed this post until now, but the timing is handy!)
Just as well he doesn't need to breathe, then
Lord, the giggle I let out at the chastity bit! But hey now, calling me out when I should be playing my own Galemance playthrough... Not my fault I got distracted with a filthy little Kinktober snippet idea ...
Tell me. What, exactly, IS your paladin's Oath? And what would it take to ... break them of it? 😏
I sense a smut fic out of this, perhaps?
Explodable "lava lamps" and glowing brains in jars is quite the vibe for a paladin ...
*You step through a door marked by a purple rose. Inside, a figure is at a table piled with tools and books. They look at you with iridescent eyes* Ah, you found your way. You are over 18, yes? Then be welcome here. Here you'll find crafting, writing and anything else that takes my fancy.
A sharp tug on the collar made you gasp, acutely aware of how tightly it held your neck. “Now now,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “Let’s not waste any of that precious air. Because tonight, I own every breath you’ll be allowed to take.”