windguardian:

dippxr-blog:

20. Your muse confessing their love:

The boy looked up at the troll, listening to his statement then blinking, a bit taken aback. Not sure if the troll where trying to make a joke or not.

“A-Are you kidding… Or?” He asked in a soft tone.

“Matespritship is technically pity, but yeah, it’s the closest.” Ventus smiled nervously. “I’m just glad it’s not the other one, because, well…” he gestured at a painting of )(IC that was covered with slash marks, clearly put up for that purpose.

“Kismaf…” He said pausing, “The spade one.” He said slouching his shoulders a bit, hateing that it was taking him so long to remember each of the four kinds of romance.

He examined the picture of the Imperious Condescension, the ruler of the trolls. Though the slash marks took most of her features away, some where still clear, her tall horns, her fins with the many piercings, and her long pink lips.