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Look in your eyes; You’re worlds away, Where art
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@whitestone-endures sent from Vex
"Hold still. Going around with an open wound here isn't a good idea."
Vesper took a deep breath as Vex placed her gloved hands on the large open wound high on her thigh. It was a dangerous spot to be injured and needed looking at right away before she bled out. The fight was still going on, but Vex was kind enough to stop and help Vesper, who could barely stand after a vicious attack had caught her by surprise.
"Thank you. I feel so foolish." Vesper scoffed, shaking her head.
vex almost laughed at her sister in law, dark eyes sparkling with amusement despite the blood that was coating her fingers as she put pressure on the wound. with one hand, she attempted to stanch the bleeding as with the other she reached into her belt and handed vesper a healing potion. " foolishness, recklessness, " the half elf said," i've come to associate both very closely with you de rolos. "
"You're one now, too." Vesper smirked a little, trying to keep her mind off the pain that was coursing over her in waves. She took a swig of the health potion, taking off the edge before another few good gulps took the rest of it. She felt her injury knitting up slowly, pain ebbing away. She popped the cork back in and placed the small empty glass bottle in her bag.
"Everything alright--?" Scanlan's look drew from concern to intrigue seeing Vesper's skirt pulled up far enough to reveal her entire left leg. Vesper snorted and rolled her eyes as she flung the deep blue skirts down towards her boots again.
"No thanks to you," Vesper shook her head and took a deep breath moving to slowly stand with Vex'ahlia's help.
"Well, he's dead now. You're welcome." Scanlan gave a shrug, gesturing for them all to return to the fight at hand. "It was a dirty attack."
"I don't understand... Vecna cultists are usually more magic based, aren't they?" Vesper bit her lip. Something didn't seem right here.
@toskahs
gwen knows she isn't supposed to wander the castle at night, knows that if she's to go anywhere after the sun has set, it should be to ada and emme's room. but there had been a light in the library, and when the tiefling had found her older aunt there, she'd figured that auntie vesper would do just as well as ada and emme. her tail lashes at the arm the chair, somehow both distressed and intrigued, and she nods slowly. gwen murmurs, " had a dream that i was all alone in the dungeon. in that biiiig room under the sun tree ada told me and everyone else not to go in. and i couldn't get out. and no one would help me. and it was scary. "
"I'm sorry, darling..." Vesper gave the little girl a squeeze, briefly and moved her hand to stroke Gwen's dark hair. As Gwen was the youngest of the de Rolo children, Vesper made time for her, even getting on the ground to play with dolls or running through the halls with her. Every aching bone during or after play reminded her how little time she had remaining with her nieces and nephews.
"The big room is very easy to get lost in. Even finding your way to it can be dangerous." Vesper smiled a little, letting Gwen know that she was neither in trouble nor in danger. "Sometimes dreams are only dreams. Your imagination running away with you, you know... It wasn't always a scary dungeon. Long, long ago it was where the Knowing Mistress was worshiped. And when she was injured there, the Dawnfather created the Sun Tree and it grew and grew... And the Sun Tree was what helped the very first de Rolos of Whitestone find this land and claim it. A very long time ago."
Vesper left out any more mention of the Briarwoods or the Whispered One or why the children were not permitted to go there. There was little need to give Gwendolyn even more fuel for her nightmares.
"Do you want to know what book I'm reading?" Vesper brought the book she was nearly finished with into Gwen's lap. It had a beautiful illustration on the cover of red canvas, clearly a princess dressed in pink with a rather old fashion steeple silk hat with a veil flowing down from the point. She was clutching a rose to her breast, watching a young man, a prince presumably, climb up to her balcony.
@toskahs
sneaking out of the castle hadn't really been his idea; prue, one of school friends, whose father was a blacksmith in the city and whose older sister always made far too much sweet-wine in preparation for festivals, had invited him and several others to the woods just outside the city. woods that danny had grown up in, woods that were watched over by a wolf blessed by his uncle's patron, woods that his mother and older siblings knew like that back of their hands. it really shouldn't have gone so poorly, this gathering, but there had been others —others who were not supposed to be there, judging by the way they'd all but tried to murder the group as soon as they'd seen them. it was only because danny religiously kept a knife tucked into his boot, prue produced a slingshot from somewhere on her person, and tirian and osyth had brought their swords in case any of them got it in their heads to have a half-drunk mock fight that none of them did die. but danny had still made it a point to make sure all his friends got out of the woods before he'd burned a wildshape to make it back to the castle before the sun rose. to be quite honest, danny hadn't noticed exactly how hurt he was until there was blood coating his aunt's nightdress, and the faint, buzzing headache that had been building in the back of his head ceased altogether. he gave her his best smile — in this light, in the low candle cast shadows of the kitchens, it looked more like a grimace. " i'm fine, auntie, " he said, instinctually. she wouldn't believe him, he knew, but he said it nonetheless. the boy's shoulders rolled and danny did his best to hide his wince as he used the table to help himself stand up. " really, it's fine. you can go to bed. "
"I think not," Vesper said, nearly laughing, standing up with him, her much older bones creaking in effort, grabbing the table herself. She took a slow breath, a short wave of pain washing over her, the effect of the Life Transference taking more than she realized. She was no longer a young woman, more lines in her face every day, she reckoned. Thinner skin, aching bones.
Whether she determined her going to bed or his being fine negated, she did not clarify. She turned her head to the healer as the castle's cleric rushed in. A plump lass not much older than Danny, a little bit of a permanent scowl on her round face but diligent, gentle and talented in her duties nonetheless. The fact that the halfling hummed in disapproval looking at Vesper first, then at Danny before reaching out and touching both of their arms lightly, casting Lay On Hands to both of them, impressed Vesper. She knew she would be having a talking to with darling Merriweather, a cleric of the Knowing Mistress and someone Vesper was getting to be close friends with. Their shared beliefs and discussion, and of course Vesper seeing Merriweather more frequently lately to manage the growing arthritis in her hands and hips.
"Just a simple case of adventuring with friends?" Merriweather frowned at Danny from under her colbalt blue wimple. Vesper placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling, which drew a apologetic look from the cleric who bowed her head for a moment.
"He's alright now, thanks to you, dear. As always, you've been ever helpful. Please, I only wish we hadn't needed to disturb you." Vesper apologized herself.
"No bother, my lady. You know I'm a night owl, same as you." Merriweather nearly blushed, casting another slightly disparaging look to Danny as if to chide him over disturbing his elderly aunt's night time routine. Then, her neutral face returned, "If you don't need me further...?"
"Danny? How are you feeling? Where you out with anyone else?" Vesper asked, no judgement in her voice, only concern. She knew the servants would have the blood cleaned by now and Danny would need to lay down and rest sooner rather than later to recover loosing so much blood.
@toskahs
Because I’m thinking about it and Legend of Vox Machina is introducing Tary soon….
I would looooove a thread with that dumb blonde.
He was a potential betrothed, as Vesper was writing with him before everything happened with the Briarwoods… (I know it doesn’t make a hell of a lot of sense as it’s not canon but ITS FUN.)
Any takers?
She wasn't making this easy. It must have been the worst day of her life, after all, and he didn't know how to describe it to her without causing more pain at the memory.
"I was there. I was meant to perform at the castle, but..."
His eyes drop to the dishes soaking in sudsy water behind her.
"I'm sorry, for what happened to your family. I'm sorry there was nothing I could do."
I'm sorry I ran. I'm sorry you didn't have the chance.
He saw her again, falling, screaming, as he stood paralyzed by fear for only a moment. The fire-dancer hadn't been the Briarwoods' priority, and fear had given him the speed he'd needed to outrun the guards that pursued him only so far.
He'd heard afterward what had happened to the rest of the family, how they had been slaughtered one by one. What he'd seen hadn't even been the worst of it.
How had she survived that? How was she here now, washing plates so far from home?
"My family...?" Vesper found herself breathless suddenly. She had only just a moment ago nearly prided herself on taking his news of her 'death' rather well. Maintain a clear head and all, even finding herself getting a bit emotional... But now, she disregarded pretense and moved to find herself a chair to sit down. A mere spare one in the corner.
The word 'castle' was barely a memory. What did he know of her family? Of her?
She looked at his face, her own eyes a bit wide again but now she was clearly judging on whether he could be trusted. She could see the pain and guilt in his eyes... the confusion over seeing her here now when...
Screams. Screams of her name. That little girl screaming her name... Tears fell again, silently. Vesper didn't bother to wipe them away now. She closed her eyes for a moment as if that might shut out the memories. It was too horrific. But she had to know... Some part of her suspected she would not be seeing the people she so often dreamed of again.
"Why are you here then?" It came out bitter. Angry. She surprised herself with it. The cold tone of her own voice when she had just decided he should be trusted. Even if he might have had some hand in whatever had gone on... he felt remorseful. Or at least sorry for her.
But being angry was easier than admitting fear and uncertainty. Vesper's balled the tea towel in her hands, hiding their trembling.
[cont from here with @thehvndcannon]
Vesper avoided saying just how or why she had come to this cave. She'd long since learned 'visions' were rather a laughing manner in Westruun. At least in her own small world. Other than the older gentleman who owned the lovely tented structure of Beyond the Veil, the charming gentleman who owned Gilmore's and the Colbalt Soul's librarians that was... But she barely had time to venture towards the market district, nevermind the scholar ward. That was for adventures with money and the more college minded folk. She couldn't afford either... despite her desire for it.
It was frightening what one didn't know about oneself. Easier to simply keep afloat. Until now. She had decided to follow one of these bloody visions and now she was being rescued. By someone strangely familiar. But she'd never met him before in her life. That she knew of anyway.
Her indignant looks were too many to count as he pulled her along and when they had managed to sneak away from the goblins-- after an impressive display of his firearm, she took a deep breath and tried not to appear... ungrateful.
"Vesper. Thank you." She nodded and smoothed down her dress before readjusting her small pack. She brushed her own near black hair aside, gathering it back in a ribbon. Like Rathwell, strands of white cut through in smaller streaks, and judging by her age, not yet 30, it suggested trauma as well.
"Westruun isn't very far... We should leave now if we wish to make it back by nightfall. I work at an inn. I'll be happy to pay for a room for you, for your troubles." She gave a small sigh, an obvious look of self-doubt crossing her features, "I suppose I got in over my head... I did fully plan on reasoning with those goblins..."
𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 . . . Set the stage for lingering touches, stolen glances, and words laced with double meaning. ✧ ˚₊ Themes: tension, teasing & unspoken desire.
✧ › HEAT & TEASING .
My muse runs their fingers along your muse’s wrist absentmindedly, tracing slow, lazy circles.
My muse leans in, their breath warm against your muse’s skin as they whisper, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
My muse grabs your muse’s waist to steady them, but doesn’t move away immediately.
My muse catches your muse staring and smirks, tilting their head. “See something you like?”
My muse playfully tugs your muse’s necklace/tie/collar, pulling them just a little closer.
My muse brushes their lips against your muse’s ear as they murmur something just for them.
My muse traps your muse against a wall, eyes dark with something unreadable.
My muse challenges your muse to a game, but the stakes are… interesting..
✧ › FORBIDDEN ROMANCE .
My muse stops your muse in a dark hallway, their voice barely above a whisper. “If anyone sees us—”
My muse shoves your muse against a wall, breathing heavily. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
My muse lingers at your muse’s door, knowing they shouldn’t be here. “One last time. That’s all.”
My muse runs a hand down your muse’s arm before pulling away. “We can’t keep doing this… but I don’t want to stop.”
My muse is forced to work with your muse, pretending there’s nothing between them.
My muse warns your muse to stay away, but the way they look at them says otherwise.
My muse kisses your muse in the shadows, knowing full well what it would cost them if they were caught.
A bit of pensive Vax.
(I definitely didn’t do this piece just because I felt like drawing a bunch of mushrooms).
how to sell a haunted house - grady hendrix sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !! some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ; death , alcohol , language , mental health
‘you need to sit down.’
‘what did you do?’
‘jesus, i’m sorry I’m not doing it the right way. i’m sure you’d be perfect at this.’
‘I find knowing these details makes it easier.’
‘you should have a drink, too.’
‘i’m not going to die. not for a long time.’
‘just because we shared a bathroom for fifteen years doesn’t mean you know a thing about me.’
‘my yoga instructor knows more about me than you do.’
‘I knew you’d do this. I knew you’d show up and start telling everyone what to do.’
‘look, I know you need to be in charge, but I’ve taken care of this.’
‘stop telling me how to deal with things. things are dealt with. I dealt with them.’
‘you can’t argue with someone when they’re upset.’
‘I don’t know what got into me, but I overreacted and I’m not proud of if it, and it wasn’t fair to you.’
‘you always needed everyone looking at you.’
‘I didn’t do it for attention. I did it because I was upset.’
‘I don’t like coming in here anyways. it’s got bad vibes.’
‘you can’t put a price tag on love.’
‘being here is really bad for my mental health.’
‘I know you don’t like me because i’m not successful enough for you.’
‘i’m actually happy with my life.’
‘if we aren’t related, if we met today, we wouldn’t chose to be friends.’
‘I don’t think we should be in here at all. I think my plan was better.’
‘don’t you feel the vibes?’
‘this is happening too fast. we need to slow down.’
‘your house is haunted.’
‘every single time I give you the benefit of the doubt, or I try to help, it comes back and bites me in the ass. every! single! time!’
‘our house is not haunted.’
‘i’m telling you there’s weird vibe. I can feel it in my gut.’
‘methinks thou doth protesteth too much.’
‘ghosts don’t exist.’
‘there are true things and there are false things, and there are no in-betweens.’
‘there are facts, like houses and car accidents and cremation, and there’s bullshit like ghosts and vibes and exorcisms. and if you start getting the true things mixed up with the false things, you’re fucked!’
‘reality is not a consensus!’
‘when you don’t like the way a conversation is going you deflect with personal attacks.’
‘you’re like some kind of emotionally abusive octopus entangling everyone in your word tentacles.’
‘even I know that you don’t go back in a haunted house after dark.’
‘the only things here are memories, and those can’t hurt us.’
‘you’re very threatened by new ideas.’
‘I offered to stay tonight because I thought it would be good for you. i’m hoping it gives you some closure.’
‘why are you so mad at me? is it because you feel guilty?’
‘i’m sorry you remember it that way because that must feel terrible, but that’s not what happened.’
‘stop telling me what I remember!’
‘no one ever says no to you, (name) because we’re all scared you’re going to lose your temper.’
‘oh, fuck you. nice try, (name), but fuck you.’
‘no matter what you did, I still don’t want anything bad to happen to you.’
‘everything has to be a big production and you’re the star.’
‘everything has to be a big production and you’re the star. all because you can’t face the fact that your life is sad and empty.’
‘it’s a little late for you to start being my brother now.’
‘you blew my mind. it felt like we were the only two people left in the world.’
‘no matter what, I don’t want to ditch you here with a bunch of ghosts.’
‘right now what you need, for once in your life, is to listen to me.’
‘the way you’re laughing is actually really, really scary.’
‘none of this is real.’
‘stop being scary.’
‘I don’t think I’m well. I think something is really wrong inside me.’
‘don’t you fucking laugh at me. for the first time ever, my life finally makes sense.’
‘I don’t think I know what’s real anymore.’
‘my explanation is logically consistent. yours is all magical energy.’
‘it was absolutely terrifying.’
‘how much trouble are you in?’
‘look at me. you’re not crazy. this really happened.’
‘don’t make this funny.’
everything you’ve seen tonight, i’ve seen it too.’
‘i’m sorry I wasn’t stronger.’
‘it was easier to pretend nothing happened.’
‘my entire life I’ve always known something was wrong with me. i’ve spend my entire life scared that if didn’t do everything exactly right, reality would unravel around me and I’d lose myself again.’
‘I forgive you.’
‘I hope you feel better. i’m fine.’
‘I didn’t think you had it in you.’
‘get out of here.’
‘all the things I did, I want to forget.’
‘i’m not doing it! i’m not doing it again!’
‘you need to get out of here right now.’
‘it won’t hurt me, but it’ll hurt you. you have to go right now!’
‘don’t let him do this again. don’t let him take over.’
‘I need a beer.’
‘an apology would go a long way.’
‘can you keep it down? I had to lie about what happened to a lot of people.’
‘are you seriously upset with me because I saved your life?’
‘you need to accept reality.’
‘you’ve become such a grouch.’
‘I wish you’d let someone take care of you.’
‘do you agree that there are forces greater than this world and we are helpless in the face of them?’
‘we don’t have time to fuck around.’
‘i’d like to say this the weirdest shit that’s ever happened to me but I have a bad feeling it’s about to get a lot worse.’
‘I told you this was a bad idea.’
‘I think we’re fucked.’
‘this is wrong. what you’re doing is wrong.’
‘let’s talk about something that’s actually interesting.’
‘it just hurts a little. and by ‘a little’ I mean ‘a lot’ and also ‘all the time.’’
@firejugglinghobo sent...
"You were dead. I saw you die."
It was certainly not the most pleasant thing Vesper had heard that day, and certainly not the way she had imagined someone revealing to her that they knew her. It was a far cry from the loving embrace of a parent or sibling, or even a lover. A far cry indeed.
Vesper felt as if she couldn't catch her breath for a moment, her hands white knuckling the serving tray she was carrying around the tavern, refilling drinks and collecting dishes. The tray began to tremble ever so slightly.
"Well-- clearly I'm not. You must be mistaken." Vesper started to leave, utterly shocked at how terrified such words made her feel. She had been waiting for years for someone to recognize her, to know her... But now, all she wanted to do was run away. She headed back towards the kitchen of the inn, the tray and mugs clattering loudly into the stone basin sink. She plugged the sink and gave a few pumps of water into it, wetting her hands and then pressing her cool wet hands to her flushed face before wiping them off on her apron. She could stay back here and wash dishes until the handsome red haired man simply went away... She took a shaking breath, anxiety rising in her chest, the urge to cry nearly overwhelming. She pressed her lips together and rolled up her sleeves. She would not. She was better than that. He was simply mistaken. Some con man trying to stir up trouble or embarrass her somehow...
Dustfinger knew he was right. Not that he would never forget a face, but he was sure he knew this one. It was etched in his memory, try as he had to forget it.
He'd run -- how he'd run! But there was no escaping what he had seen that day, how he'd barely escaped himself, what he'd had to do to get out of that castle alive, when so many didn't.
This girl hadn't. He was absolutely sure of it. He'd witnessed her last moments, heard her scream cut short as she plummeted to her death before the guards had turned toward Dustfinger.
He saw her hand tremble. He was right, and she knew it.
Knowing better than to make a scene, Dustfinger waited until she made her way to the back of the tavern, where he might find her alone, and stole silently away from the crowd drinking and singing their troubles away.
He found her at the sink, elbow deep in soapy water.
"It was you," he said from the doorway behind her, hoping he wouldn't startle her too badly. "In Whitestone. You fell."
The clatter of dishes was muffled by the water as she dropped them from her hands into the sink, indeed, startled by his voice. Vesper had thought to turn around and shout at him to leave, to leave her alone or she would yell for Ulf. For help.
But she didn't. He mentioned a name. A place. And falling. How many dreams had she woken up from, sitting bolt upright, gasping for air, the sense of falling still clutching her chest?
Slowly, she turned around, her eyes wide in near terror. Not at him but his worse. Then, as if remembering herself, grabbed a tea towel that hung from her apron, she wiped the water and soap from her hands. Then wiped a stray tear away. She didn't care if she was giving anything of her condition away. If he was here to hurt her, then he had the upper hand. There were no knives in arm's reach. If he gave her any type of clue, then maybe the risk was worth it.
"Who are you? How do you know me?"
Starter Call for : Percy De Rolo
Canon Characters to start. Don't have to be murals, but preferred.
All standard rules in RP apply
Under 18 DNI
I would love a reunion <3 Or even a pre-Briarwoods era thread if you wanna just vibe
Well I guess it’s canon
This bitch still alive 😝
Vesper, eldest daughter of Whitestone, always mentioned with Julius, continues to get no visual representation
No ghost? Still alive! I’m canon!!! (I’m joking, but so confused as to why this keeps happening to my girl)
WHAT VAN GOGH PAINTING ARE YOU?
self-portrait
"i want to touch people with my art. i want them to say 'he feels deeply, he feels tenderly'." van gogh often didn't have enough money to pay for models to paint, so he painted himself instead for practice. he always felt that his self-portraits were a study of himself his own anguish. as if to say 'look at me. this is who i am. please know me. please love me.' you probably have a complicated relationship with vulnerability. that which you crave also terrifies you. i know it's scary to leave your soul bare, but you will be most happy - and most loved - when you are most seen. some of your traits are: introspective, conflicted, and compassionate
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Tagging: YOU!
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