ThomasShort
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Thomas nursed a drink in the corner of the tavern. He couldn't believe his luck; he may have been more drunk than a stupefied goat last night, but he had found the girl of his dreams. He just had no idea the girl was a witch and upon discovering his perverse antics had cursed him to 'become smaller when attracted' in the hopes he would never find a girl every again.
Not quite understanding the curse though knowing it would not go down well, he continued drinking, it definitely going down well. He couldn't quite remembered what he had ordered and adjusted the brass buttons on his tunic; he was once a wealthy merchant, still is, and his maroon attire with brass aplenty showed this. His gaze though was lost to the ochre froth of his drink, and he didn't notice the dark haired girl enter.
White flowing attire both accentuated and hid luscious curves and Thomas would be happy to know - in hindsight - he hadn't seen her sooner, or the curse would have kicked in full throttle if he had admired her from afar, with the luscious eyes with the dark edge and the lips parted in curiosity...
Not quite understanding the curse though knowing it would not go down well, he continued drinking, it definitely going down well. He couldn't quite remembered what he had ordered and adjusted the brass buttons on his tunic; he was once a wealthy merchant, still is, and his maroon attire with brass aplenty showed this. His gaze though was lost to the ochre froth of his drink, and he didn't notice the dark haired girl enter.
White flowing attire both accentuated and hid luscious curves and Thomas would be happy to know - in hindsight - he hadn't seen her sooner, or the curse would have kicked in full throttle if he had admired her from afar, with the luscious eyes with the dark edge and the lips parted in curiosity...
