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❝ She says every act of kindness / Is a little bit of love we leave behind! ❞
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"Because I wanted to," she chirps simply, carefully combing the knots out of his hair. "And I thought you could use a little help."
Her latest friend - because she's already decided that's what Puck is - has gotten quiet the freshening up on their first evening sharing a campsite together. A new change of clothes while she cleaned the old rags and mended what could be saved, a wash up with her flowery soap, a gentle scrub at the seemingly endless layers of makeup and grime on his cute face (gifting him a small pot of her own charcoal pigment to make up for the desecration), and now a proper pampering before the end of the night.
A small, worried pout dons the lady's lips and she pauses, leaning forward to look at Puck over his shoulder. The brush hovers, but her other hand takes its place to pet his newly soft hair, a gesture she doesn't even realize she's doing.
"I hope I'm not being too much. I can back off if you'd like..?"
mwaaaah ! In these trying times.
oh, so now you care? (from fwb @lovepvnch )
༘⋆｡ stirring the pot starters / @lovepvnch
SHE'S SITTING THERE IN THE COLD RIVER where she was unceremoniously dumped by Tempest after being dumped by Astarion at the half-elf's tent door after too much whining. She had been drunkenly bitching to the vampire for days now that Tempest had cut off their little arrangement. Katya was supposedly being unfair and a bad partner for wanting to be friend with benefits - while Tempest couldn't also sleep with other people. Katya had given her permission to! It wasn't like she had told her she couldn't - it was hardly her fault that things kept happening to interrupt those chances!
( It was totally her fault, but she had still given permission, didn't that count for anything? Tempest should be sneakier so Katya didn't get tempted to commit mischief, really! ) .
Now she was being forced to sober up and deal with the object of her grief while looking like a drowned puppy. It was embarrassing, humiliating even, and yet Tempest still looked at her with anger and bitterness. And how did she have any right to do that? To make Katya's heart squeeze painfully out of guilt when she was so sure she had done nothing wrong?
"S'not that I... care ... I just think it's unfair! I don't understand why ya broke things off with me! We were both allowed to sleep around!"
Tempest has her arms crossed and a towel tossed over her shoulder as she stands over the sopping wet Katya. A frown is on her face - a pouty lip and a furrowed brow- an unwelcome look, but something she does not try to cover up. Whether or not she likes it, she is quite upset with her companion.
"I am not having this conversation with you while you are drunk, Kat," she still uses a nickname, of course she does, she always does for the people she likes best. She had thought the ending of their little arrangement was a fine solution and she didn't intend to harbor any ill feelings.
But now it seems she and Katya have made quite the mess.
Her huffs and puffs accented by the tap, tap, tap of her fingers on her arm. Tempest's frustration is akin to a nanny or a disappointed schoolteacher. She's always scolding where someone more aggressive might feel the need to yell. Tempest does not yell. Never, ever, ever.
But she will grumble, on rare occasions.
"Besides, I thought you made it very clear that there was nothing to break off."
Tempest had made a point to be very sure of that, actually! She tried very hard to put them on the same page! But, from the monk's perspective, Katya didn't seem happy with any arrangement.
Tempest takes the towel from her shoulder and dangles it from her spot on the shore, "Now hurry out before you get too cold."
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Send "🐣" to meet my muse as a child. @lovepvnch
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 & 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠. Too kind. It isn't fitting for one of his pedigree. Or, at least, that is what Sceleritas keeps grumbling.
The imp traverses from shadow to shadow, falling farther behind with every step. Puck thinks Sceleritas may be particularly irritable in this place, for there is not enough darkness to shroud himself as he usually would.
( The monastery is not only warm, but bright. It allows no room for that which lurks unseen. Puck thinks he might like that about it. Sceleritas hates it. Should he hate it, too ？)
Puck falls into old habits, trailing behind his twin with their hands clasped so tightly they could have melted into one another. He thinks this is a bad idea, thinks he they should run. His eyes keep flicking back & forth in search of an exit.
Yet, something makes him hesitate. Someone makes him hesitate.
In front of them is their guide ; a tall, bubbly elf with pretty, curly hair & yellow facepaint. She's nice. Even though Puck & Iago are strange, she is nice to them. She had, upon meeting them, promised homemade soup & fluffy blankets before even learning their names. Puck hadn't realized how starved he was for that kind of attention until he had it again.
She Would Be Perfect.
No. No, Puck does not feel that same hunger towards her that he does with everyone else. Curiously, perhaps naively, he departs from Iago & softly steps forward, his feet silent against the floor.
He catches up to the woman, stares up at her with those big, sundrop eyes he has. His tail swishes behind him nervously, and his claws tip-tap against each other.
❝ Um . . . So, what kind of soup is it ？❞ Is it really okay ？For us to be here, is that okay . . . ？
The childrens' eyes dart around, just as much if not more so than when Tempest first met the two and managed to coax them back to the temple. The smaller, impossibly paler one leads the other and eyes this all suspiciously, disapproving in the way a scared kid will pretend to be around new things. She's seen many of their type walk through these doors, but she has a nagging, sad feeling that these two hold a melancholy far deeper than any recent additions to the monastery. She can just tell by the way they cling to each other, the tension in their shoulders, the bandages around Iago's shaky little hands and the hunch Puck has adopted, like he doesn't think he should take up too much space.
It hurts her heart to see little ones so clearly in need of a place like this.
But ! There would be time later to unpack all that. For now, she has two important promises to fulfill while she leads her little tour group, keeping an eye on them over her shoulder. The other one, who reluctantly and very quietly admitted to being called 'Iago,' falters in their step for a moment, looks like they don't know what to do with their now free hand when the other pup approaches Tempest. They shuffle closer to their bother, settling on picking at a thread on their already tattered cloak, double-checking shadows and corners as they trail along close by.
While Iago seems skittish and high-strung, Puck seems like the more timid one despite his curiosity. Too-gentle. Nervous. Like he's in a too-fancy shop and scared to break anything important. Tempest keeps an easy smile on her face and takes a turn in the winding temple, leading them down another hall where some of the kiddos have scribbled across the wall, an intentional detour in the hopes that the welcome mess counterbalances those nerves somewhat.
"Is chicken and dumplings a stew? Its stew-ish," Tempest answers, shrugging. "Whatever it is, it's the most delicious you'll ever have, I'm sure. We eat well here and have plenty to go around, so you can have as much as you want, mkay?"
A few turns later, and she's found the large, overstuffed closet she was looking for. "But first-" she sings, throwing it open. It is a miracle the mountain of oversized quilts and knitted behemoths don't spill out and suffocate all three of them. "Fluffy blankets! Your sibling is still shivering! Thankfully, we have options, each one warmer than the last. Dear Iago, do you have a favorite color?"
"No."
"Alrighty~ this one should do," Tempest doesn't skip a beat, tugging out a blanket that looks as though it could swallow the little one whole. She looks to Puck, who watches her with bright, striking eyes the same color as the paint decorating her face. She wonders if either of them would like to learn the practice... Assuming they decide to stay, that is. They look the type to bolt.
"And you, pup? Favorite color? Any pretty patterns you see that call out to you? How fluffy are you thinkin', hmm?"
I think it improper to talk about evil all during a meal. It spoils the digestion. (from the elusive @lovepvnch )
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕖𝕤𝕥 / @lovepvnch
KATYA STARED AT HER. Then stared at them some more. Then a little longer. Before she finally sighed and huffed a little.
"So... what? I can't talk 'bout what I like to eat durin' a meal?" Katya grumbled, stabbing her fork at whatever it was they were currently eating. Something she didn't care for, as per usual.
Apparently talking about her own unique appetite was a no-no. That seemed unfair. Everyone else had spoken of their day dreaming meals, but suddenly cannibalism was where the line was drawn? Unfair.
The appall on Katya's face almost makes the monk take it back. And, oh, she does feel a little bad- Katya only wanted to share like everyone else. Maybe she was being too harsh..?
She pokes at the food she's made tonight as she considers an apology, but then realizes her appetite is completely gone after Katya's turn and doubles down. Eugh.
"It just seems a little impolite is all," she says, giving the werewolf the most apologetic look she can before scraping the rest of her dinner from into Scratch's dish. At least someone will enjoy a full meal tonight.
"Well, my ma makes these bits of fried dough absolutely doused in powdered sugar. It really isn't too complicated, I could certainly try to make some out here." 'Out here' being the seemingly endless road to Baldur's Gate, where it's hard to be picky and Tempest has yet to find anything Katya likes that isn't still fresh and bleeding.
Spring Garden
The moment of enchantment: a rainbow in the valley beneath us
❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style (Tempest @lovepvnch is kind of a beefcake. we have to remember this, as a society)
An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme // @lovepvnch
SHE'S SUDDENLY LIFTED IN THE AIR and her first instinct is to panic, legs and arms kicking out like a baby dropped from an unexpected height.
"What the fu- Oh!" she stops mid swear, realizing it was Tempest who was picking her up.
That was fine. More than fine really. Tempest was big and beefy and beautiful and hot and was always more than welcomed to pick Katya up like a little princess.
"What did I do to deserve such luxury?"
"I dunno," Tempest chirps, swaying a little bit as she happily carries her girlfriend in her arms. "You just looked very pick up-able today."
"It's time for chocolate. And cheese. And wine. And -" (@lovepvnch)
Christmassy/Holiday Starters // @lovepvnch
"UGH... BRING EXTRA WINE," Katya grumbled as they gathered all of their things. She loved Tempest, she did - but she did not love Tempest's huge and overly rowdy family. There were way too many people, way too many yelling children and never enough booze.
Maybe she should bring a flask of something stronger and hide it.
"Next year I want a quiet holiday..." she grumbled, looking in a bag once more to make sure they hadn't forgotten anything.
"-And my mom is making her pecan pie again, its just the best in the whole world, I'm sure of it-" Tempest continues her excited ramblings as she scurries around and makes sure everything is together for their trip home.
Katya's grumbling is met with a grin, "Don't worry, love, I'll make sure we have a nice little holiday just for us, too. However you'd like it."
She's still double, triple-checking their bags as she talks, "But you should know by now that the Tav family gatherings- Ah!"
She sprints away for a moment before returning with an arm full of boxes to add to the already ridiculous number of gifts she insisted upon bringing. She plops them into Katya's arms and continues as if she had never left, "-are nonnegotiable."
She puts a kiss on Katya's cheek to make up for this one cruelty that Tempest will never let up on. "Besides, I already promised the littles that Auntie Kat would help decorate the tree this year, so you aren't allowed to back out."
by Alejandro Sintura
things to cherish — an expression through color, by stefyloret
any time i mention/write tempest painting someones face i hope you are picturing this
KATYA WASN'T AN EARLY RISER, but on the rare day she did rise at the same time as Tempest, she liked to watch her paint her face in those intricate lines she did every morning. But this morning - she wanted to do it for her. "Hold still - " she muttered as she painted the lines, sticking her tongue out as she concentrated with the swirly bits of her design. She wasn't an artist, but she was rather happy with the outcome - she had made sure it was swirly enough that it probably felt like normal designs. But it was actually a funny swirly cat face on Tempest's face. Because Katya was a terrible girlfriend.
How delightful! Tempest sits oh-so-still and quiet while Katya paints her face, trying her best not to let her giddy grinning get in the way of her girlfriend's work. Painting her face was a wonderful and crucial part of Tempest's daily routine- to share it with another is one of her greatest joys.
If she notices the mischievous glint in Katya's eye, she pays it no mind and excitedly scrambles for her hand mirror the moment Katya is done.
She gasps, turning her face this way and that to get a better look. If she was a more critical person, she'd have some things to say about the linework and weight of the strokes compared to her own hand and a lifetime of practice. But Tempest, of course, is nothing but overjoyed.
"Oh my goodness, I look like a colorful little kitten!" she exclaims excitedly. Whirling back towards her girlfriend, the monk practically lunges at her.
"C'mere, cutie, I'm giving you matching whiskers~"
I have an end-of-life patient to whom I spoke today. She burst out laughing and said, "It was all such fun. I just had so much fun." I wish this for everyone. I wish that we each would meet death laughing, with little regret and even less fear.
