Can't Pretend Chapter 8A/N: I APOLOGIZE FOR THE FILLER, I WANT TO TAKE THIS STORY SLOELY AND NOT RUSHED. Hope you can tolerate 3 chapters in a row, just filled with dialogue. Next chapter, I PROMISE, will be interesting.Can't Pretend Chapter 88 hours ago in Drama More Like This
"That's a lot, right? We should go!" His green eyes lit up.
Mandi hesitated. "You might want to put on the collar Calatino has waiting for you."
"O-Oh, right, of course! I do remember getting funny looks while drinking at the pond before you came."
They walked back inside, and found Calatino holding a yellow collar in his jaws. He placed it back on the ground in front of his paws.
"Here's your collar. It only has 3 teeth, quite a let down, if I say so myself." Calatino admired the leather collar, despite it's lack of teeth.
THANKS. I HAVE 3 TEETH IN MY COLLAR TOO, YOU KNOW.
"Why do you even have teeth? Some sort of fashion statement?" Denovia prodded the collar with his paw. He seemed to do that often, from what Mandi had observed.
Calatino shuddered. "Y-Yeah, sure."
YOU IDIOT, DON
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What I Write For: Hetalia, RWBY, TLOZ, CoD, etc.
Warnings: Lemons, OC
Rating: T, T+, and M
Genres: Drama, Romance,
Damn Good Instincts"Inquisitor!"Damn Good Instincts3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her heart jumped into her throat at the sound of his voice, and her stride staggered as she almost tripped over her own feet. Delani kept her gaze forward, swallowing hard against the emotion amassing in her throat, the thicket of disappointment and self loathing spreading in her chest, the knots of despair tightening her stomach. She couldn't do this right now. She couldn't look into those lovely golden eyes. Not after today.
"Another time, Cullen." she croaked and her face immediately scrunched in disgust at the emotional hitch of her voice.
Delani clenched her fists at her sides, forcing herself to be strong. She only needed to make it to her chambers, that was all. Once she was behind the safety of those doors she could permit herself a moment of weakness. But right now, out here, she was expected to be more; she was expected to be strong. She hurried her pace when she heard the sound of the male human advisor catching up to her.
"Lavellan," he called, his tone filled