When You Ask, "Will You Be My Valentine?"

When you ask, "Will you be my Valentine?"

Has been married to the job so long but absolutely, yes, they'd love to be your Valentine:

Alejandro, Price, Ghost.

"Only if you'll be mine.":

Ghost (said like the lovable ass he is), Farah, Alex, Gaz, Roach, Rudy, Graves

Is confused because the last time they checked, they already were:

Horangi, König, Valeria, also Soap, Graves (giving Zoolander)

Fuck a Valentine, they're already planning the wedding:

absolutely, positively SOAP, Keegan

Gremlin cackle and/or bashful giggling:

König (the king of gremlin cackling), Rudy, Roach, very much Gaz (though he'll deny it)

Unresponsive and/or what the fuck is a Valentine (yes, goddamnit, they will be):

Velikan, Nikto, Keegan, Krueger

Playing potion permit so far is like

This man is older and hates my guts…. I desire him carnally

omg guys look!! it’s me and my bf (simon!)

Rolan: You know, if you ever get tired of adventuring, you could always come work at Sorcerous Sundries.

Durge: I don't think retail is the right career for me. My rancid blood desires nothing more than to reap death on this world. I am a vile soul, broken beyond repair.

Rolan: Sounds like an average Tuesday around here... We do have an annual employee picnic, though.

Durge: Does that help to soothe the unyielding rage within?

Rolan: *Sad sigh.* No.

Coffee in the morning sun, the air still crisp with the fading night frost

Cowboy Keegan???????? I saw your tag where’s he???

he's in my wips... but he's got me kickin' my feet and giggling so he can be here too

Cowboy!Keegan who is a horrible cowboy. He calls horses big dogs because it pisses off the other ranchers and he is nothing if not a pain in the ass. He's not even a cowboy, he's got a farm full of sheep. He breeds the best shepherds in the next 10 counties and if you need a sheep dog or a good guard dog you go to him.

The first time you go to his farm he greets you with a lamb under each arm and an army of puppies galloping after him. It's adorable. You hardly expect the man with hard eyes and skull printed face mask to have a farm that's so... soft, but he does. It's clear he works hard on it too, the firm muscles over his chest and back, the flex of his biceps under the dark tee. He's a fine looking man, not much of a talker, but he sort of snorts when you ask if you can pick up one of the puppies and says,

"Should've done it when you saw 'em." Setting down one of the lambs to pick up a puppy and settle it in your arms. The lamb follows closely after him as he turns to show you the rest of the farm. You're here to pick up wool after all, and he's not a man to keep customers waiting. He gives the biggest German shepherd you've ever seen a pat on the head, and whistles for a smaller collie as you follow him into his neat little farmhouse.

There's a thorough, well maintained, garden out back that you find your eyes drawn to each time he turns to grab more raw material for you to inspect. It's the nicest wool you've ever laid eyes on, perfect for the yarn you wanted to make. His eyes are always heavy on you as you look over the fluffy material, warm enough to almost be uncomfortable. When you're finally settled and paid up, the puppy asleep in your arms, he tells you:

"That one's still not spoken for, seems to like you." And you really can't say no to either of them.