<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f0/ad/8a/f0ad8af17de87645b110a3368c1fdbf3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Artorius Glimmerstar<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sara's Cottage<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everybody!<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The one thing that could always be said about Sara, of course, was just how<em>into</em>her role she got. All of them "Roleplayed" to a certain degree, escaping from their various droll lives to live out this blissful little fantasy of theirs if only for a couple of hours a night, but Mistress Sara took it to a whole new level. She threw herself into her character wholeheartedly, and though it could get a little upsetting at times - such as right now, when he'd been effectively forced to admit that one of the things he'd been extremely proud of achieving during the fight could have been a mistake, regardless of how he personally saw it (Yes, the injustice of that still stung a little; he'd thought that he'd be praised for keeping the healers safe when that one Tank kinda fucked up a bit, but nope, it was seen as a mistake by their Priestess) - he could never be anything but impressed by her commitment. He said nothing as she dabbed him with water and wine, just wearing that beaming smile as she praised him - unfair or not, he did always love being praised by his Masters and Mistresses - and made a note to himself to reflect on the battle. He still didn't believe that he'd done anything wrong, obviously, but it was what Mistress Sara wanted to hear...so it was what Mistress Sara got to hear.<br/><br/>Though of course, his "punishment" as it were was a rather pleasant one. He always did enjoy spending time with Dorn - he was a big ol' softy, deep down, but was more than capable of splitting a slut in half if he felt like it (which was most of the time) - though the girl who'd glued herself to his side was another story. He was sure she was nice enough deep down, and he never liked to think the worst of people, but Reign was...difficult, to say the least. She was bratty, for one, which whilst not a problem - there were definitely Doms here who would love to breed that out of her - was definitely an issue when Artorius was involved. He never really did all that well with confrontation, and ever since she'd joined, he could almost<em>feel</em>the dislike pouring off of her whenever she looked at him. He had no idea why she didn't like him, or why she showed such open scorn towards him whenever she felt like she could get away with it, but...he didn't like it at all. He got enough scorn and condescending looks in the real world. He felt like a failure and a liar and a useless sack of shit in the real world, and he came here to escape, not to have more of the same. He had no idea what she saw when she looked at him, but he'd always felt a little...uncomfortable around her, like she was judging him. It was not a nice feeling at all.<br/><br/>But, he had a job to do! And he knew that if Reign went too far in whatever she directed at him, Dorn would step in on his behalf. Of course, they were already making themselves comfortable - much to Artorius's envy; he wasn't a possessive little slut by any stretch of the imagination, but it did gall him a little that he went through the proper procedures and was a good little boy, and he got second dibs on something that the brat of the group just walked up and took as she pleased without any repercussions; what were the rules there for if you got rewarded for breaking them? - but Artorius already had a job to do. He did allow himself a smile at Dorns confession - at least<em>somebody</em>appreciated what he'd done in the fight! He imagined that many of them agreed with Dorn, but just thought better than to say it within Mistress Sara's hearing - and bobbed into a low bow.<strong>"Thank you, My lord,"</strong>he said softly,<strong>"I aim to please."</strong>He scurried off to one side, retrieving a goblet of Dorns favourite in-game wine, soon approaching his left hand with it in his grasp. He held it out to Dorn, waiting patiently for the warrior to notice him.<strong>"Your wine, My Lord. Is there anything...<em>else</em> that you require of me?"</strong>His eyes flickered towards Reign. She was always occupying Dorns time, it seemed, much to his chagrin, but again, he wasn't possessive; he didn't get jealous. Just...irritated. Here he was, being a good boy, and the brat just up and steals his reward! Life just wasn't fair sometimes.