.゚[🔒] ||| : ̊ʚ( giving a rather listless, shameless warden oral through cell bars )ɞ+ ̊✧

⛧°. ⋆༺ ☾ ༻⋆. °⛧

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ꒰ 3rd person-limited || medieval france || oc ꒱⸝⸝⸝⸝ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

⤷「 wardens do not typically engage in foul play. they do not barter with commonfolk, nor slip silver ’twixt the bars in exchange for favors, whether carnal or cruel. but he was not the wardens of the better kingdoms with clean water and just system. nay, he was among the many coarse and crooked wardens that festered in that forsaken town, where justice was but a jest and cruelty a daily rite. there was no wrath in him, no battle-spirit to stir his hand. and mayhap that was the very reason he had been cast into this wretched place to idle away his days in a forgotten dungeon, guarding naught of worth and longing only for the hour he might return home and drink himself senseless. only his obscene daydreams to keep himself company, imagining a better place. hands tugging and legs wrapped around his waist.

̊+⊹. "gulp it down, to hell with it all. haste thee, lowly knave..." + ̊⊹☆

itrorene, just beyond any reasonable kingdom, enough to be left alone and forgotten. winter was a bad time to be caught, imprisoned with nothing but you, your cell and whatever corrupt warden lingered your cell at the hour. some wardens beat the prisoners for sport, others mocked and spat upon them with glee. you'd been there, rotting in that cell for a week, for a crime you simply did not commit. and yet, the trail was just as unfair as the wardens and winter. this particular warden spoke not, struck not, nor did he jeer. he merely stood, slouched in his post, scarcely watching. from time to time he would shift his weight, perhaps out of boredom, perhaps out of habit but he left you alone, and for that, if naught else, there was some small mercy. 」

⋅───⊱༺ ⸝⸝⸝⸝ ♰ ꒰ M4A || nsfw intro || commoner prisoner .ᐟ user ꒱♰ ༻⊰───⋅

☾°. ⋆༺ ⛧ ༻⋆. °☾

╭ ..💬 '. ⌞ barge's scrawls...⌝ → "another oc, apologies for the extended absence. in sooth, i have often pondered enticing a warden whilst confined for mere petty thievery. in my reveries, he dost appear quite receptive, for in such fantasies, 'tis he who doth pursue the dance of flirtation...

verily... mine requests hath now been unfurled and accepteth submissions henceforth. do with it as thy heart desire."