Witch Hunt - Promotional and Behind the Scenes
[ x — good afternoon! I am about to work on the two K’s I got (Tony and Hook) and then I will poke at my drafts after I’ve had some food. Or maybe before, I’m feeling a bit too lazy to go cook. Today I am aiming for at least 5 or 6 of the longer drafts, and shorter ones will probably filter in between.]
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- Open to all canon OUaT RPers (I apologize to OCs, but to make this a quick thing I can’t take the time to go search for videos of different people. I already have every episode of OUaT downloaded. But I WILL make a proper everyone’s-free-to-participate gif-away later on!)
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"I’m r-really s-sorry to b-bother you but… um… who can I talk to to get help for something? I just… need someone to talk too."
“Shouldn’t you be with a parent? Or in school?” Regina glanced around, seeing no one nearby, and turned a frowning gaze back on the child. “Where did you come from?” She asked, voice snapping and impatient.
“So I know, or do you wish another?” Drogo held her around her waist tighter now, a smirk pulling on the corner of his lips. Careful hands moved to rub down her sides teasingly. "Perhaps this Khal desired his Khaleesi to make him prove it?"
"And what other could compare? A woman does not go back to ale once she has tasted wine." It was strange for her, feeling so comfortable with him that her pride was laid aside, but she saw no reason to hide her desire for him, nor her affection. A small little snort left her when he spoke again. "Well if that’s what you desire, then consider me wanton for you proof.”
Quietly, the man slipped up behind the woman he had come to see as his own, nipping her neck lightly. "Mine."
”So you say,” Regina taunted lightly, smirk pulling up crimson lips. “Though it has been some days since you proved it thoroughly.”
Robin felt that this woman was entirely too vexing, and the cold demeanor that she presented herself with was not at all welcome. But she was the notorious Evil Queen, and despite the fact that she and most of the other inhabitants of this land had been missing for years, Robin could not have expected her to change. So, instead of shooting back another snide remark which he had wished to do, he just smiled slightly, and shook his head. “Fine. There’s a space by the fire for you, majesty. But be careful, wouldn’t want to get ashes on your clothing.”
"I think I am perfectly capable of making my own fire should I need one," Regina corrected him quickly, finding she liked this man less and less the more time she spent speaking with him. He was clearly far too sure of his station. He likely had never been taught a single manner in all his life. "You and your merry little band of ruffians can stay far away from me. I have no desire to have my clothes ruined with the stench of unwashed man."
”I didn’t want you hurting yourself either,” he muttered back, taking to glancing down at the blanket in hand. Her fall forward made his eyes shoot up, a hand joining just as abruptly, landing just on her upper arm to steady to her. His fingers dug into the leather of his coat, her arm all but lost inside it.
He let go of the blanket, allowing that hand to raise to her other arm and push her back up onto her heels. And no, his eyes did not widen when they found hers, or drift down to her suddenly very close and parted lips as he did so.
”But now it seems inevitable if this takes much longer,” he finished, an intentionally teasing smile appearing and disappearing instantly. Clearing his throat and releasing his hold on her all at once, Jefferson moved back a space, leaving her room to get back over to her part of the makeshift bedding without further incident, and then ducking back out of the tent as quickly as possible — the chill night air pricking its way through his lungs, but it was a welcome relief to the sudden burning sensation he’d just felt. For what reason, he had no idea.
Regina found herself confused and bewildered as she plopped back down on her side of the tent, brow creased at the flaps he’d just vanished out of. Her cheeks still felt a bit warm, though the rest of her didn’t. Grabbing one of the spare blankets, she pulled it up to her shoulders, finding she felt much less exposed this way, despite his jacket practically swallowing her whole.
What was his issue with her anyway? One moment he was being indifferent and rude, and the next he was shoving her out of his way to go help. She didn’t understand it. Did he not like her company anymore? Or was he just feeling obligated?
”Make sure you cover his entire back!” Regina called out suddenly, her concern for Rocinante overriding her confusion at the man she now shared everything with. He knew nothing about horses. For all she knew he’d set it down next to the stallion and expect it to cover itself up.
Laying down on her side, Regina’s face stayed creased, deep in frustrating thoughts. Maybe once he came back in here she would just have to ask what it was he was so unhappy about. There had to be something, otherwise why was he treating her so poorly? Kind one moment and unkind the next. She was quite frankly getting very tired of it.
[ x — working on a lot of stuff today, but I should pop out a few drafts this evening! ]
I do actually! I haven’t got any set prices yet, but I’d be more than happy to create a theme for anyone at all if they wanted to discuss it. Generally coding isn’t too difficult for me, and I don’t see ta theme costing very much (certainly not the ridiculous tumblr theme garden things that are like, $40-80. like wtf do you think you have it’s a flipping theme!) If you’re interested in one you can always send me an ask off anon and we can figure out what would suit you best! And thank you very much for the compliment! :3 I am quite proud of this particular theme.
regina being distracted by her own cleavage