his humours churn with love 💙
when yer tired ’n pissed and don’t like getting ye personal space invaded but you don’t wanna snap at the puppy bf~
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something is missing now.
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Love is worth everything
Worth your pain
worth your separation,
worth the disgust and the torment,
of a dog's angry howl,
fury and mercy.
Worthy even of life.
Not to mention death.
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*Dismas kissing Reynauld immediately upon freeing him*
Sahar: Oh! That certainly explains his zealous efforts to free him.
Audrey: I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!!
Bonnie: Woah! Boys can kiss boys? Does that mean girls can kiss girls? CAN I KISS GIRLS!?
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immortalising @hungryhannya 's enemies-to-lovers bickering lines. i stopped everything to draw them
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Dismas is actually the second best/most patient listener out of everyone. People think his attention wanders off after 5 minutes of them starting to talk but that glassy look is just his focused/thinking face.
Reynauld figured that out a long time ago though.
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you just know they scattered all coins around afterwards.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Darkest Dungeon (Video Game)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Crusader/Highwayman (Darkest Dungeon), Crusader & Highwayman (Darkest Dungeon), reynauld/dismas
Characters: Crusader (Darkest Dungeon), Highwayman (Darkest Dungeon), Dismas (Darkest Dungeon), Reynauld (Darkest Dungeon)
Additional Tags: Religious Content, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Reynauld reads from his versebook and Dismas listens, thats it thats the fic
Summary:
Failure rests heavily on Reynauld’s shoulders.
No matter his cries of encouragement, of motivation and calls for a stalwart heart, the gurgling calls of the fish-folk became too much to bear on him and his allies. It’s with a heavy mind, and a sort of trance that he walked out of the transept, past the rowdy tavern, past the barrack lounge and up the stairs to his shared room.
A few paces from the door, he could hear the rhythmic shing! of a whetstone filing metal. It brought him comfort, but it also made him freeze.
Or: Reynauld fails at an expedition. The only thing that could possibly soothe his mind is praying at the transept, but that wasn't enough. Dismas however, is enough.
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