A weasel soldier is going to miss the one ship that would return him to the capital
The rat is a local artisan. Local to the city his legion was brought here to defend. His service is up. He can go back to the capital and become a sell sword or farmer
Or he can...
Stay here
"What'll it be~"
The rat is a local artisan. Local to the city his legion was brought here to defend. His service is up. He can go back to the capital and become a sell sword or farmer
Or he can...
Stay here
"What'll it be~"
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The rest of his life happens from the impossible weight of this quiet moment in a peaceful natural spring.
Was this a fling with a fetching young local rodent. A port fancy like every soldier on campaign has
Or is this his husband
Does he leave or does he stay
If only the rat would beg. And not command his attraction laying across that rock so fair and so magnetic to him.
If only he'd beg
You communicate so much with just the image. There's pure lust and longing in their gaze. This caption makes it all the more powerful, adding new depth to the image when I scroll back up. Powerful and painful. I love this.