He looked to the west at the setting sun, shielding his tired eyes with his gloved hand, before saying: “It’s getting late, perhaps we should find a place to rest for the night.”
“Come on!” exclaimed the yellow mage, almost insulted by such an absurd suggestion. “The night is young! And we’re in Jettaiah of all places! Let loose a little!”
“I do not ‘let loose’,” stated the dark priest flatly. “This pilgrimage has an important goal, and I simply cannot get distracted by such frivolous nonsense.”
“Have fun doing that, then. Or don't,” scoffed the yellow mage. “I’m going to an opium den a brother recommended to me.”
I decided to post this again because it's my blog, and I do what I want. 😋
Hey guys, I recently published a one-shot fanfic on AO3! It's Cahara/Enki AU, so if you're interested, feel free to check it out!
Here's the description:
On his pilgrimage to the Eastern Sanctuaries, a young dark priest stumbles into an opium den, where he meets a stranger, who seems to be very interested in spending the night with him while indulging in opium smoking. 😊
I also drew an illustration 🤭
Hey guys, I recently published a one-shot fanfic on AO3! It's Cahara/Enki AU, so if you're interested, feel free to check it out!
Here's the description:
On his pilgrimage to the Eastern Sanctuaries, a young dark priest stumbles into an opium den, where he meets a stranger, who seems to be very interested in spending the night with him while indulging in opium smoking. 😊
I also drew an illustration 🤭
grungy pix
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