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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My babes, my boys, my loves!! Modern Dismas and Reynauld thanks to the amazingly talented @0illipheist
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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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"There's my favourite tin can~"
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i was gunna do the siren for this card but u kno what im a reymas enjoyer and this is my own silly dd tarot project so WHY NOT
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While the heart still beats, desire will never die.
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congrats on them for getting back together
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