VORACITY

Erris Mestar. Durge RP blog from Baldurs Gate 3. Beloved by Vixen.

[corvus-bound]

“Driven by voracity, no pause or compromise, all these souls, a single fate, destined for demise...?”

Erris Mestar / Durge RP Blog - Independent - Selective - Mutuals Only. Sideblog to and follows back from @iron-hearts-ablaze.

A tale of; being tied between God and Goddess, warped by a veracious hunger unabashed by morals. A desire for ones own space even from within. A lust for what life could bring, and for what it can take away. A desire only for self preservation. Yet an ache for escape from ones own mind... trigger warnings; gore, suicide ideation, violence

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[corruptedscars]

" Oh, you're no fun tonight , " The vampire spawn rolled his vermillion vicious hues at Erris , " What you thought I was going to do it for the sake of your pretty eyes? ... I sure shan't kill one more druid, in proximity of their own grove, darling."

Akin Shadowheart, he rarely showed a sincere smile, using his mouth instead to flash a practiced, manipulative smirk .

" Tav? I thought you was happy with our little arrangement. Their blood is not half as delicious as yours," The vampire shook his head at the other male, sharp and enunciated, before clicking his tongue. He could be a messy eater , a trickle of blood visible on his lips and chin.

" Well those jewels are disappointing. However I believe I know someone who'll shower us with coin for killing the annoying bitch, " His insidious plan forming slowly." Perhaps we shall pay Zevlor a visit after, don't you think? , Eloquent brow arched at the other pasty elf, " Keep the pendants as proof that we offed her. I can't believe I'm saying it, — but that's a job well done , actually."

[corvus-bound]

Erris pulled out the shovel from his bag of holding and got to work. Luckily the weather had been kind and kept the dirt dry and loose, making easy work of it. He didn't plan to bury her incredibly deeply. If some starved scavenger beast came to dig her out and chew upon the remains, it would solidify the story all the more that this was a tragic accident.

"You, of all people, won't kill a Druid? Now who's the one not being fun tonight." Erris smirked, an impish glint in his dark eyes, before he returned to the digging.

"I am, I'm just letting you know I won't help you if the rest of the camp find out what you'll inevitably do. I'll simply watch, preferably with something to eat so I can watch the show." Erris shrugged, again with the nonchalant grin. It was hard to tell whether he was being sarcastic, or whether he truly meant it.

When Astarion mentioned the award money from Zevlor, Erris stopped digging and stood up a little straighter, leaning on the handle of the shovel as he thought about it. "Very true... It's not as if he'll go around whispering about it, since that would only reveal him as well as us. We get away with murder and get paid for it? Huh." Erris glanced over at Astarion, mirroring the vampires dark smile. "That's the smartest thing I've heard you say so far, Starry."

[orchidsrot]

There has been, one hefty fight after another — no sleep, no rest for the wicked, for the pair of outcasts , who siphoned darkness and power off each other.

The priestess hummed in approval, joining Erris to sit on his lap, with a quirk of her supple mouth , " A true gentleman. True dominance is one who loves your mind and touches your soul, until your body is undone and you yearn to unleash yourself upon them . . Is having me sit on your lap while I receive your praise and you play with my pretty hair, amongst your victorious fantasies ? You were brave out there , even more than that - you have proven yourself selfless . It's funny to think I occupy the mind of someone who merely lusts after murder, nonetheless," Shadowheart reverberated close to the undead elf's pointy ear , " But perhaps I can ease a different ache in you, " — Her black manicured nails dug in his scalp , fingers raking through his hair before bringing him closer , for a flavourful kiss.

[corvus-bound]

As she nestled into his lap, he rested his hands on her hips before running his hands over them and her waist in a massaging manner. Such a strong warrior needed well earned pampering after a tough battle. Soon enough, once Shadowheart got the power she needed, many would worship her. But for now, Erris was grateful to be the only one that did. The only one who always would.

"I rejected the Raven Queen, and I besmirched Bhaal's name just for the chance to be in your presence." Erris spoke softly, the yearning devotion plain on every syllable. "I lust for murder, certainly, but only on those that get in your way or sully your name. Otherwise my mind is yours and yours alone." As well as everything else.

When she spoke into his ear he sighed sensually, his hands rubbing up her back. He kissed her back, eagerly. To taste the one he was utterly dedicated to was a prize in and of itself. "My body is yours to use as you wish, it always has been..."

[runes-menagerie]

Astarion traced the tattoos with his fingers and thought about asking. In the end he didn't however since perhaps if he didn't ask then Erris wouldn't either when the scars on Astarion's back were inevitably noticed. Not that he was ashamed of whatever poem had been carved into his back but he'd rather not remember the night it was done.

When Erris did look up Astarion smirked before the expression seemed to freeze in place for a moment. That reaction. Erris was reacting far too closely to the way Astarion himself did during sex. It was clear to him that a mask had slid into place but he didn't know what that meant.

Should he stop? Continue? He didn't know. He'd never had any of his previous partners react quite like this. He didn't know what the right thing to do was. But... Erris still wanted this didn't he? He still seemed to. Maybe... Maybe it was alright to continue and the mask was just part of a game Astarion had accidentally started?

He didn't know but he didn't feel like he could back out now. Not after coming this far. So he smiled and guided them both down to continue what he knew, murmuring instructions and explanations as he went until he could simply let instinct take over.

[corvus-bound]

Erris still smirked and sighed sensually when appropriate. It wasn't as if he was completely disassociate and wasn't aware of what was happening. Moreso, it was akin to how he was on the battlefield. A calm, distant look in his eyes. A look he had in a fight before the savagery took over. Before control became chaos.

He laid where he was guided. Kissed when told. Touched where instructed - and how to touch. Gently. Firmly. However he needed to. With each order fulfilled, he felt satisfied. To hear his correct actions brought about pleasure brought Erris his own. He corrected himself accordingly until, eventually, there was that final satisfaction.

Erris lay on the grass, panting slightly as the adrenaline settled, coming down from the high. For a quiet moment, he was at peace. The long grass tickled his cheek as it moved, his eyes fixed on the trees rustling and parting occasionally in the breeze to view the starry night above. For a moment...things were beautiful.

But it all ended, as all things did. As his thoughts settled and the pressures, anxiety and quiet madness returned. He propped up on his elbows and glanced over at Astarion. "You alright?"

[corvus-bound]

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ Iymkiira

𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

"I certainly wouldn't say no." He smirked lightly as he shifted over on the threadbare blanket he was sitting on to make room for her, keeping them both warm at the campfire. Only two tendays ago, he would have struggled to handle a simple conversation with someone other than Branoc. Small talk was far from his speciality. But somehow, it was getting easier with this ragtag team. Even easier still hearing Iymkiira in his mind rather than in his ear.

Though he kept up the facade that he was content for her company, he wondered if he shouldn't have. His mind had been spiralling more than ever. A internal battle between loyalty and rebellion raged on, but mostly he was terrified of himself. Of what his 'urges' will do next. And whether it would just be easier if he returned to the Raven Queen and restarted this life...

"What brings you to my side of the camp tonight, hm? My charming good looks?" Erris tried to upkeep the facade, but even his flirtatious tone was starting to lose it's lustre.

[runes-menagerie]

"Oh it most certainly is. Theirs that is. I'm well aware that the only ruffian between the two of us is me." Astarion replied dramatically while smirking. He could see that no offense had been taken but he still wanted to make it clear that he didn't see the other Elf that way.

"I knew you were doing something but I had no idea what exactly. And now I'm curious if you could take someone with you when you did that. Might be a good way to get out of trouble if things go south while it's just us." He replied with a wave of his hand although he was genuinely curious about how it worked and if there was a way he could learn to do it without being what Erris was.

When it came time for their shopping trip Astarion listened to the conversation just to make sure he wouldn't get spotted. He noted the items of interest and it wouldn't be long before he had everything they needed. At that point he caught the other elf's eye for a moment and winked before slipping away.

It was tricky getting out with all the mushrooms arounds but he did manage to find a safe place to wait for Erris. While Astarion waited he began brewing potions for them from the supplies he had taken.

[corvus-bound]

Erris pursed his lips slightly as he thought about it. In fact, he wasn't sure if he was able to take people with him into the shadows. He and Branoc were of the Raven Queen's blessing, so they were able to traverse as they pleased. But could he bring someone through that domain without her blessing? Could they even survive it? Something worth looking into another day, perhaps.

Erris kept the shop-keep busy, tolerating her worries for husband's trove for longer than he could bare just to buy Astarion the time. Eventually he caught the signal and wrapped up the horrendously awkward small talk and walked away, acting casual and in no rush as he rearranged his pack initially to stave off suspicion as he made his way to where he saw Astarion skulk off to.

"Hope we managed to get everything, because I'm now down to my last twenty-or-so gold." Erris frowned. Parting with coin was more painful then getting stabbed, in his mind. The more shine in his pocket, the better.

[dia8low]

"No, of course not. Now, I can be the real me."

Whisper replied before cringing. At least, she knew what the real her was. It was the Whisper who fought to resist Bhaal. Who disappointed Bhaal so much he created a brother to replace her. Who loved her brother fiercely despite how bloodthirsty he was. Who never stopped believing he could be saved until they fought to the death, like he always promised they would. The Whisper who was hurting herself, telling herself she was trying to redirect her urges on herself when in reality, she was punishing herself for all the awful things Bhaal and her urge had her do. The Whisper who lied to people, pretending to love them when she didn't, so she could feel loved, because she couldn't love herself.

She remembered it all. She was free in-between her urges. Erris never had that. He wasn't free to be the real Erris. Only to search who it was.

"I wasn't saying the others shun violence. But they do shun violence without purpose. The definition of violence with purpose is where disagreement will strike."

She added those last words with an amused smile. Then, she leaned forward and added more seriously.

"But listen to yourself. You're not bloodthirsty anymore. You standed before Bhaal and stand up to him! To the cost of your very own life. They saw that too. I'm sure they respect that. Even if they're still a bit awkward, they know just as much as we do this happens. They might not know the changes it brought to the same extent we do, but they have to recognize what it took to do it in the first place."

If they had to hate someone, surely they would hate her. She did some terrible things while not under the impulses of her urges, knowing full well the implications of her actions. And she didn't have Erris excuse of being a different person back then. Because of what? Selfishness? Weakness?

She brought back her attention on the Shadar-Kai.

"You can be a new person now, and denying you the chance to start anew would be criminal."

[corvus-bound]

'I can be the real me'

Those words echoed in Erris' skull. Because...what was the real him? Had there ever been an Erris Mestar without the Raven Queen caressing his soul or Bhaal bleeding form his veins? Did he like decorating his body in tattoos and jewels or was that the Raven Queen's influence? Did he actually like red meat cooked rare - or was the taste of blood on his tongue intoxicating because of Bhaal?

Who was he? This new chance should liberate him. But instead, it terrified him.

He glanced down at his arms, snaked in black tattoos following them down to his wrists as he let his arms fall to his side, holding up his hands as if the answers would be written in his palm. "Shadar-Kai are meant to be the heralds of bad tidings. To siphon all the pain and suffering and intoxicate our Queen with it. Despite being surrounded by so many changes to siphon and indulge in all of your grief... I don't want to. For the first time ever, I don't want to learn about all the miseries. I want to know what life is even about, for people to grieve it so when it's taken from them..."

He took a deep breath. "I suppose that doesn't make me a Shadar-Kai anymore. Perhaps that's even for the best. I'm just Erris now... Erris Mestar, an elf. Guess I better start finding out what I want..." He sighed, but it already seemed a lot lighter compared to how the conversation started.

"How about you, sister? Do you know what you want?"

[orchidsrot]

cont'd with @corvus-bound

As much as she wished to siphon more warmth into Erris , Shadowheart's brow was cold with beaded sweat , exertion to pull him back into her world threatening to take over the petite cleric - yet she was agile, not letting him slip away from her grip and give into the Raven Queen's grave pull.

Withers had brought him back to the world of living and yet she was so wrathful - towards the Gods, but more over towards herself.

She had succumb to the Dark Lady and misery has become her behest - at least things would've been different for him, if he hadn't met her. Maybe he would've been happier, if he weren't stripped off his devotion .

" I.. wished you didn't have to lose yourself in this gamble of life and death, because of me. I wish you didn't have to lose him," Her rueful words paired with her expression of gloom , and her dark greens conveyed even more chagrin than her words, for the day she was born. Perhaps she was the root of all things going grim, perhaps it was better to disappear.

" I think you should go back, to find him.. you two had a bound that goes beyond death itself - what is a Shadar Kai without their raven? , " A pause to steady her own breathing, as she kneeled, " If im the only link that leads you back to this plane - I'm not worthy. "

[corvus-bound]

Erris felt the soft tickle of the individual barbs of the feather between his fingers. They felt so much colder when they weren't shielding heat from Branoc himself. It seemed, on the outside, that they didn't always get along. But it was quite the opposite. They bickered and bullied as brothers would - as they should. But when Erris had left the Shadowfell to take his so-called rightful place as a Bhaalspawn, Branoc was there. When he ruled over the temple, Branoc was there. When he harvested organs and grief alike for his Gods, Branoc was there. And when he was attacked and left to the Mindflayers by Orin, Branoc was the one who stirred him on that beach. He may have been overprotective at times and kept Erris from connecting with the rest of the party, but at least he cared...

Neither Erris nor Branoc had a chance to find out what life was all about. All they knew was violence and death. So they both had to learn - and they learned together. Now Branoc was gone, and it felt as though Erris was missing a piece of himself.

"I can't go back now..." Erris muttered. "If I step foot in the Shadowfell, the Queen will find me. The other Shadar-Kai will hunt me down and deem me traitor. They'll end this last life I have before I have a chance to experience it." He sighed, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. "I don't even know if she'll let him live... He didn't exactly stop me."

Erris didn't necessarily choose between Branoc and Shadowheart. In truth, he had no idea Branoc would be taken from him as well. He was so used to his presence he thought it impossible they'd be torn apart.

"If you deem yourself unworthy... Have I now lost everything...?"

[undcrdark]

@corvus-bound moved to new blog

In truth, she knew little of the shadow elves. She had not really had reason to delve into their history til now. She perhaps would have to learn more when she could contact the hive mind once again. Perks of being in touch with the alien beings was information was at her fingertips.

You will have to tell me about your brand of fun sometime.

Letting the words slip from her mind into his with ease. while she leaned forward to meet his kiss. Not letting him pull away without her biting at his lower lip.

[corvus-bound]

Truly, he wasn't even sure why he was going this far over such a small tease. No doubt it was fun to toe that line into danger, for a Shadar-Kai never had to worry about permanent death. But this didn't achieve anything for the Raven Queen. But did it do anything for him? It was hard to tell. He was rummaging around in the dark with no guidance for the first time - as far as he knew.

He didn't mind the nip to his bottom lip. If anything, it made him smirk all the more. 'And here I thought you weren't all that interested' He thought, knowing she'd be able to hear it in her own mind. Even as a thought he still sounded rather smug. Branoc conviently found something in the dirt to scratch at with his talons, akin to that awkward friend on the sidelines.

[corruptedscars]

Surely his hopes and aspirations of a calm evening , were destined to be perished with a companion such as Erris , who's incessantly pushed into the mouth of madness by Bhaal's violent urge. As much as he loved a good murder, there's nothing Astarion loved more than saving his own skin, hence annoyance perpetually growing on the pale elf's pointy face.

“Oh, darling, haven't you heard? We dig our own graves around here- no pun intended ”, Well of course it was- every word of Astarion's tended to be a sharpened dagger .

A brief chuckle followed an eloquent glance on the rogue's behalf cast towards the murderer engaged in dragging the accidental cadaver. His bloodred hues shifted from the Shadar Kai to his own fashionable leather gloves , and back to the other.

“ Not a chance, darling, ”A very assertive velvety tone of voice, followed by an abrupt shake of the elf's white curls , and a brief once over about the god's forsaken and secluded meadow , “Although, if you're inclined to sharing those gold coins I saw you snatch from the dead druid's pockets, I might be inclined to jump for joy on your offer. ”

[corvus-bound]

Erris hoisted the body under her arms with surprising strength considering how decayed Shadar-Kai tended to look in certain light. Swollen joints and the appearance of paper-like skin atop bone and little else. A caveat of living eternally in the same body. Erris had plumped up a little since he was eating rather well in camp, but it was still rather obvious he wasn't your usual elf.

"I'll remember that next time you drain Tav a little too much and almost kill them." Erris raised a brow. Yes. He knew. At least when Erris tore Alfira asunder, he was able to blame the beasts. Now, he was in the clear since no-one knew the Druid had been sniffing around. Anything could happen out in the wilds, after all...

And should word spread? He knew from whom's mouth it came.

"What was it you said? 'Not a chance, darling'? Well, right back at you. Kill your own druid if you want payment." Though as he slumped the corpse to the side of a dig spot that had only just started to blend in with the earth around it, he swiped the chain from her neck and looked it out. The metal was cheap and tarnished and the jewels dull. With a frown, he tossed it Astarion's way. "This seems more your thing than mine, darling." Branoc, who had been watching from an above branch, started to give out a resemblance of a cackle.

Mostly because Erris preferred the finer jewels in life.

[orchidsrot]

“Sit on my lap, princess” - from Erris

He was perhaps, sardonic in this situation but Shadowheart wasn't going to falter before the attitude of the Shadar Kai.

" That's quite the welcoming offer from someone who's bound to appear themselves as cold," The priestess quipped, as she got closer peering at Erris, " But before I take a seat on such a divine spot, I have to be sure I'm offered a proper throne, and one more fitting of a queen - not a princess. "

@corvus-bound || Non-sexual dominance

[corvus-bound]

"I thought it better to keep you off the ground." Erris shrugged slightly. He was cross legged on a ragged, thread-bare mat on the dirt. Was the nickname a simple callback to how he referred to her since they met? Yes, but it held more meaning now she was on her way to absolute dominion.

"It may not be a worthy enough throne, but surely a Prin-...Queen, would rather this than to sit in the mud like the rest of us, hm?"

[orchidsrot]

“I’d destroy myself for you… isn’t that what you wanted?” (from corvus-bound)

She peered back at him with her darkened greens - averting satisfactory look from the ruins of the moon witch's church at her feet. Shadowheart was the type of woman that could take a sailor away from the sea, or in this case - a Shadar Kai away from his Raven Queen. Bhaal however was a name much bigger than a church, more grandeur than a forlorn bone temple .

With sacrifice towards his father interwoven in his being , he had to denounce himself from his incestious bloodline , and become more of a dangerous weapon . She leaned to grasp the handle of her dagger, tossing it between her fingers , before making a small cut on her wrist.

" I wouldn't want you to destroy yourself , because I shall lose you then. Being devoted to me is plenty enough, and strong devotion is only proven through ultimate sacrifice, " The priestess replied knowingly,

" I shall require of you to destroy your faith in others, and swear your vows in blood to me . "

@corvus-bound || 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 — 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

[corvus-bound]

Erris had turned his back on the Raven Queen. An entity of distance and mystery. Despite dedicating his entire existence to her, he did not often see her miracles. Did not set his eyes upon that which he gives to her. He received nothing but a claim over every breath in his lungs. At least Shadowheart relaxed the leash around his neck every now and then.

"I turned away from my Mother, and I am cursed by my Father. If you have found a way to get rid of the tainted blood in my veins, I will of course let you drain it from me. I don't want them to lay claim over what belongs to you, my lady..."

[runes-menagerie]

Astarion noticed the anxiety and dare he think it, shyness, that the other was expressing as they undressed. That wouldn't do. Fortunately he was well practiced at luring in skittish lovers so once his own clothing was removed he moved closer once more.

"You can look. We're both men after all, we have the same parts. We're even both Elves. Not so different all things considered." He murmured as he gently guided the other's hands back to his body, pretending his shiver was purely from enjoyment. "And remember, I told you I'd explain how things work."

Perhaps a risk?

"Just be a good little soldier and follow my lead."

Hopefully he was reading this right. How Erris reacted to being called 'soldier' by Karlach and how he had relaxed when Astarion had promised to give instructions.

[corvus-bound]

Erris not looking wasn't necessarily for the reasons Astarion seemed to believe, judging by how he reacted. Erris certainly was feeling the vulnerability, but also the pull of something darker. He was worried if he admired the others body, that he would instead lust over how to brutalise it. What to tear off and what to sink his claws into. What if he couldn't control it again if he did feel that terrible insanity?

Erris' eyes followed where his hands trailed. He always thought he was a pale grey, but compared to Astarion's alabaster skin, he seemed so much darker. Erris himself was far more tattooed that it first appeared. The solid black lines that snaked over his arms and across his chest in a very particular, uniform way also crawled their way down his sides, hips and outside of his legs, ending at the ankle. A deliberate, painful tattoo no doubt. All with a meaning that escaped Erris currently. It all certainly made his skin seem all the darker for it.

He heard Astarion's words but didn't seem to react to them until he was called a soldier, where Erris' eyes finally flicked back up into Astarion's - though it was rather hard to tell when the grey iris blended into the black sclera. 'Soldier'. Somehow, that word just felt right. It made him feel proud. "Heh..." A small smile twitched at the corner of his mouth and all previous worry lines faded away. The mask was put on. The act was in play once more... "Yes, sir..." He purred. His mind slowly growing quiet. Blank. For now he could just concentrate on the next order. To do all that was asked and never object - never question. Obedience had always been easier than creating orders...

[runes-menagerie]

"Of course not. I'll simply be... 'browsing' like any good upstanding Elvish citizen might. And if things end up in my pockets because the merchant was too busy keeping an eye on a certain dark, suspicious ruffian then it's really their own fault." Astarion answered with a perfectly innocent smile.

"I... Didn't know you could actually do that. I vaguely remember hearing something to that effect but it's hard to know what is true about your kind and what is myth. I'll certainly be keeping that in mind and have several questions for you when we're done shopping." He said as he processed that bit of information. He wasn't surprised to find out that the Shadar-Kai could do that, just taking a moment to process the implications of that fact.

"The dwarf woman looks more promising for potions and herbs. Our equipment is fine for the moment. It's mostly just restoratives and such that we need. Buy a few to make yourself seem like a normal customer. I'll take care of the rest." He said after a moment. He then casually walked over to a shadowed spot and slipped into a crouch. He didn't blend into the shadows exactly but he was very hard to notice after that.

[corvus-bound]

Erris smirked at Astarion's retort. That would no doubt be a better distraction - pinning the blame on Erris who could very easily escape and happily never enter the village again if needs be. It saved him having to talk to these odd things again. "Fairly certain that's prejudice, but fine." But it was clear he didn't take it to heart, if anything it may have been a compliment to him. His people weren't made to fit in. They were quite literally there to 'rock the boat'.

Erris looked back at Astarion, dumbfounded. "So you just thought I was lightning quick when I got here-there-and-everywhere on a dark battlefield? I only walk as much as I do because I'd be leagues ahead of you lot otherwise, especially down here. Branoc and I both." The mention of Branoc made his slow heart seem to stop for a moment. As irksome as the bird was, Erris did hope he was alright... Surely he would feel if something had happened to his avian companion, right?

"Mmhmm." Erris nodded curtly, showing he understood the request before heading over to the dwarf and started to purchase some of the smaller items they had just enough coin for. She started twittering on about her problems. Erris had to grind his teeth to stop himself snapping that he didn't care about her blithering husband. He purposely kept his eyes away from the shadows, where he could see Astarion fairly clearly with his advanced vision, and instead gestured to a particular necklace and asked the vendor what it did. A verbal way of pointing out something worth stealing.

[pallidrogue]

" I understand that they attacked first, but violence for violence is the rule for beasts, dear, " The pale elf replied in a high pitched timber, shaking his head at Erris. Truth was, condoning violence wasn't something against his own moral code, more likely he was a bit intimidated with the consequences of killing Kagha in cold blood, nonetheless.

" Well, I mean. What's done is done, I suspect she was trying to sneak up on us anyways, let's just contemplate ways to get rid of the body before the others start to get suspicious," Astarion replied curtly.

[corvus-bound]

Erris had blinked when the animal form vanished and a dead woman laid at his feet instead. But he wasn't as horrified as perhaps a normal person would be. Instead, he found it an inconvenience. Now he had to dig another grave next to the bard he had killed before. Digging in dirt was far more grim than the act of killing itself.

"Eurgh, digging in the dirt again? I should have just made a mass grave if I was going to be making these mistakes all the time." He rolled his eyes as he started pulling the body to somewhere more private, done with the air of someone unabashed by his actions. The result of a serial killer... "Let me guess, you're not going to help me dig?"

[spiltichor]

DIFFERENT TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS Because there are so many different types of bonds characters can share. For the prompts with one muse is __ the other muse, please feel free to specify who is which role.

send ❤️ for a romantic ship between our muses send 💔 for a toxic ship between our muses send ✨ for a purely sexual relationship between our muses send 💖 for a sexual relationship between our muses that could turn romantic send 💛 for our muses to be friends send 🧡 for our muses to be friends that could develop into a romantic relationship send 💚 for a friends with benefits situation between our muses send 🤝 for our muses to be partners that work together send 💘 for one muse to have a crush on the other muse send 🖤 for our muses to have had a past romance  send 💕 for mutual pining between our muses send 💝 for our muses to be in an arranged relationship. Could develop or not. send 💜 for a hateship between our muses send 👪 for our muses to have a familial relationship send ⚔️ for our muses to have a rivalry  send 🗡️ for a one-sided rivalry/grudge by one muse to the other send 💀 for our muses to be strictly enemies send 🤫 for one muse to secretly be an enemy/traitor to the other muse send 👨‍🏫 for one muse to be a teacher/mentor for the other muse send 👔 for one muse to work for the other muse send ☕ for regular customer relationship (hair stylists, coffee shop employees, etc.) send 😨 for one muse to be the bully of the other muse

[runes-menagerie]

Astarion hadn't quite figured out that the other elf liked to be commanded yet but he did note the easy way control was handed over to him. If they had another encounter like this then perhaps he would test to see exactly how much control Erris was willing to give up. But for tonight Astarion was focused on more educational commands and ensuring that neither of them were injured more than was pleasureable.

The he felt the hand cupping him and pressed into it with a soft groan. His body still needed a bit more time for his sluggish blood to get to the right places but it still felt good and he was clearly reacting.

"Very good. Now, let's finish undressing before things start to get... uncomfortable." He said a bit teasingly as he pressed their hips together for a moment before slowly drawing back just enough that he could begin following the order himself. Unless of course Erris decided that was his job.

[corvus-bound]

Hearing the sounds from Astarion's throat gave him a shiver down his spine, and a warm sense of pressure as the feeling got lower. A sound of pleasure rather than of pain for once... Interesting.

There was a slight hitch in Erris' breathing as their groins pressed together for a moment before Astarion stepped back a little to undress himself. Almost unnoticeable. As if he was refraining from making too much noise - from giving in too easy. This was already a dangerous gamble, no use in sounding too needy in the process...

Erris did as was suggested, undoing the button on his trousers and letting it slack and fall to just around his hips, pushing down the hem of his underwear to do the same so he felt some space and relief around his hardened member.

He couldn't quite meet Astarion's eyes - exposed as he was. His cocky and overly confident facade was just that. A falsehood. Here, he was vulnerable. As much as he tried to enjoy it, it also made him anxious.