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ceruleanscarred.
While Vorel wasn’t really the smartest, she wasn’t stupid by any means. She knew a nervous person when she saw one and tried to looks as relaxed and unintimidating as possible, which was a little difficult with all her spines and exposed teeth, but she tried. She relaxed her posture and kept her expression soft.
“No no, you’re not bothering me. I’ve uh.. read it lots of times actually. I’m just trying to memorize it…” She showed the stranger the book’s cover, though she looked a bit bashful doing so. It was titled ‘Love from Ages Past’.
“It’s a poetry book. I like poems a lot…” The insides of her large ears got a little pink since it would be pretty obvious that this was a book of love poems.
the posture helped, a little. calianna knew aggression --- she knew it well. there was none here, though perhaps the dragonborn simply has not noticed just what she was ( her scaled hide concealed... well enough, she hoped, ).
leaning forward a bit, she got a better look at the cover. it took a moment for it to click, but it came as quite a surprise, for such an imposing figure. “oh!” calianna squeaked a little, punctuating it with a gentle laugh that was hardly cruel.
“poems are very nice, i agree! i like them a lot too, i---” her face scrunched up a little bit as she was reminded of her own forays into writing, “do you have a favorite? poem, poem that is, a favorite poem. or poem book, i guess, would also apply.”
ns.fw time...
- most of her scaled skin is not sensitive, she can still feel when it’s touched, but it’s duller than her regular skin. however, she still... really enjoys when those spots are touched and kissed bcus its nice on an emotional level. - however, the underside of her tail, primarily at the base, is much more sensitive. - otherwise p sensitive like everywhere. she responds very eagerly to touch. - honestly could get off from dirty talk alone. she’s just easy to get worked up. - leans towards service top by default just because she’s more comfortable getting her partner off bcus Insecurity and all that, but is otherwise a solid switch, tho she does fantasize about Hot Ladies taking her in moonlit fields and all that bullshit. - prefers gentle, explorative intimacy over fast paced, rough stuff, but can get down with that sometimes. - her tail will wrap around her partner no matter what is going on. - squeaky.... will bite pillows and hands and arms to try and keep quite bucs she gets embarrassed - does Not like degrading dirty talk at all only good loving vibes here - teeth....... can get a lil possessive.
calianna is repressed and gay enough where if she saw a pretty lady statue in the woods or some abandoned temple she would kiss it
urban fantasy cali is such a slow texter bcus she has a BIG OL DRAGON CLAW so shes usually typing one handed and its fully of auto correct misfortunes or just extreme typos
sometimes she does voice to text but its usually a pretty rambling sprawl too
sometimes her texts are just entire emojis because its easier to press one thing than a bunch of letters
tfln
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[ text: yasha ] thanks for brining me home and putting me in my bed [ text: yasha ] the pillow fort your built around me is also appreciated
TFLN
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[ text: armir ] i used my dress as a plate for pizza rolls last night
tfln !
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[ text: mister caleb ] it's so obvious he's evil. i mean, would a non-evil person have facial hair like that?
tfln
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[ text: astarte ] pain. pain everywhere. this is why throwing yourself at concrete is a bad idea.
TFLN ;/
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[ text: maddie ] theres a turtle on the table. helping me eat my ramon noodles.
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broughtflowers.
“i’ve heard sillier.” hanging around with this lot, how could you not? it’s not a normal day if someone doesn’t say something completely off the wall - herself included. “i think it is a … bonding thing, maybe, for them.”
she wonders if calianna knows how much deeper it was than just ‘away’. how many of their friends know the dark hold that obann had on her, that she had betrayed them against her will?
“who do you practice magic with?”
calianna smiles sheepishly and gives a sort of nod of agreement, figuring that alright, maybe yasha has heard sillier. they were a very silly group. it was nice, in a world that often felt too serious and stifling. she likes the laughing --- she likes the joy. she’d like to take them to grim and magda one of these days.
blinking out of her thoughts, she tilts her head a bit, tail giving something of a twitch. “no one really,” a shrug, “i was, well, back in the... you know... back when i was with the caustic heart i had some mentors, i guess. no one really, after that. just myself, but that’s alright.”
WHAT ARE YOU?
YOU ARE CARVED AWAY.
you have given too much, taken too little. your heart hurts, aching for something your blood burns to refuse. do not give into your blood. your heart needs what it asks for. try looking in the mirror, and trace the patterns of yourself you like the most. if you cant do that, look at the sunset, or the sunrise if youd prefer.
ceruleanscarred.
The dragonborn had been quite occupied with her reading, which was why she hadn’t noticed the other staring. But she looked up from the almost comically small book that was held so gently in her large hands, closing it and tilting her head slightly at the stranger.
“Mm really?” she asked with a soft smile, “I’d think that green was more your style.”
The blue hadn’t realized she had been hunched over as she read, sitting up straight with a groan and a stretch before sighing deeply, “Uh.. thank you though, that’s very sweet. I like your… hair.” She wasn’t the best at giving compliments back, it made her a little nervous since she wasn’t always sure what the humanoid races liked to hear half the time.
she didn’t really regret bringing it up, though the sudden attention did make her a little more nervous than she already was. dragonborns weren’t, well, she’d never seen too many of them, much less had an opportunity to speak to one. for some reason she doubted it’d be a favorable first impressed, the fall from favored to freak certainly a long one. a pit that was difficult to crawl out of.
“o-oh, right,” glancing down, she sheepishly smoothed the front of her overskirt with her left hand. a smile came to her at the compliment, which might have struck as awkward, if not disingenuous, to someone else. to calianna it was just nice to hear. she resisted the urge to fuss with it. “thanks! i, um, i don’t really do much with it, i--- i’m sorry, i’m probably bothering you, aren’t i? you were right in the middle of reading and i just, i,” the sorceress shifted her weight, awkwardly, tail coiling around her legs.
“what are you reading?”
WHERE DO YOU GO WHEN YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES?
free
the chains binding you to the prison floor smell faintly of kerosene, and they're wet to the touch (only if you think about it). how long has it been since they clipped your wings? you hate how useless you are when you can't do anything except sit still and look pretty. why has nobody come to rescue you yet?
@ceruleanscarred
“your scales are very pretty,” she’s been starting --- of course she has. all curious fascination and fear, two things she carries with her everywhere she goes. “i like, um, blue is actually my favorite color, i think.” it wasn’t, always, but things do change.
like this for smthin small...