Is this the real life?
Is this just dark fantasy?
Caught in a Blight,
No escape from the Wardens
Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see
(Mahariel, Surana and Tabris in unison)
I'm just a poor elf, I get lots of sympathy,
Because I'm easily oppressed, easily sold,
Little elves, little dwarves,
Anywhere that dragon goes doesn't really matter to
Me, to me
I just killed my brother,
Put an axe against his head, chopped it off
Now he's dead
Jowan! Life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Didn't mean to m
Returning the Favor-Bruce X Reader Fluffy One Shot
“(F/n) come take a look at this. (F/n). (F/n)?”
Bruce softly called your name several times before looking up from his work, to see you slumped over your keyboard. He shook his head, causing some of his soft graying chocolate locks to fall into his face, and glanced at the clock. 11 PM.
You both had been working for at least 8 hours now and he knew you had been there long before he came in. He leaned back for a moment and wondered how long it had been since you got a good nights sleep, knowing that you already hardly ever slept well and now there was the added pressure of the assignment Fury had given you a few days ago.
Farkas X Reader: Forget-Me-Not
It was a normal Mondas... Everyone was tired, or hungover. I was in my quarters in Jorrvaskar when I heard a knock at my door.
"Hello, who is it?" I yawned, lifting my head up from my pillow. I was still curled up and comfy in my bed.
"Farkas!" He yelled, which didn't help my pounding headache.
"Okay give me a second." I mumbled loud enough for him to hear me, then I got up and straighten myself up a bit, and opened the door.
"Oh Y/N- you know I could come at another time..." Farkas laughed, he knew I just got up, and I probably looked like a wreck.
"Very funny..." I chuckle.
"So you needed me?"
"Oh yeah... I- um.. No... I don't really
Firefly - Jayne
Even though hes the Hero of Canton
if with danger the situation is rife
Jayned sooner kill ya before
hes lay down his life.
On Serenity hes made his home
but he acts like a fish on land.
His capacity for mental thought
is not what makes him part of Reynolds band.
As a hired gun hes known
but most live in fear of
the only one he really trusts
the one he calls Vera.
He dawns a hat his mother sent him.
She shipped it in a wooden crate.
Book wondered if the package would try to kill him
but his mother is the only sender to date.
His greed can get the best of