And last, but certainly not least, we have the winner of the free commission raffle!
The winner is J Hitz! CONGRATS!
I'll contact them separately to arrange the details but again thank you all for your support this year. I honestly didn't think I would hit this goal at all!
I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday and look out for the DTIYS results coming December before the series continues in January!
Next up is the saucy romantic scene reward, from sometime in the future~
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INKEEPER: I'm so very sorry sir, but I have your... lady friend? She was looking for you at the desk.
Next to the nervous halfling in nightclothes is PASHA, crunching her curls in a towel, clothes tucked under her arm looking damp but less red.
PASHA: You took the key to my room.
DESMOND: Ah, *our* room, you mean.
PASHA steps close.
PASHA: *Our* room? (hissing under her breath) This better be a cover or I will burn you alive.
She smiles, but her eyes narrow menacingly. DESMOND looks nervously around, trying to adjust to the ad-libbed situation.
DESMOND: Ha - ha - you know, I just can't let you leave my side! (he hisses back) I'm assigned to keep track of you! I can't just leave you alone in a room with a window!
PASHA gently drapes an arm over both of his shoulders and gives the effect of a flirtatious giggle, all while still glaring.
PASHA: Oh *you.* (she leans in to his ear, hissing again) Let me get this straight - I can take a bath in a windowed room, but I'm not allowed to sleep in one? Does this mean you're planning on staying up for seven days straight then? Because I'm not seeing the captain sending any other guards to relieve you.
DESMOND winces - he hadn't thought of that. He puts his hands over hers, trying to discretely pull them further away from his throat, still smiling.
DESMOND: (Hissing) Joining you earlier would have been *indecent*. Besides, relief guard or no it's the principle of the matter.
PASHA's fingers curl into his collar, pulling him downwards. They are in a glaring contest, face inches from the other. DESMOND is blushing.
PASHA: (still hissing) The *principle*? Of what, of being a completely insufferable-
INKEEPER: Um, if it's alright I'm just going to go get breakfast started. You can sort this amongst yourselves, yes?
They swing to look at him. The INKEEPER continues before either of them can respond.