won’t you play me one more song ,,,? 🕯🩰✨

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@mxnstrel
won’t you play me one more song ,,,? 🕯🩰✨
seahaloed.
“what land is this?” || @mxnstrel·
The Iron Bull stared down at the castaway with an amused grin. The noon sun was high over him, and Dalish had spotted the wreck during their rounds. “Welcome to the Storm Coast, kid” he greeted roughly.
(vultures and gulls circled the wreckage looking for an easy meal. lucky he was still breathing.)
“Looks like the waking sea chewed up your boat, you’re lucky to be alive, even if the gulls thought you were a snack” he muses, extending a hand outward. “Our camp is nearby, let’s get you dried off and fed” The Iron Bull insisted.
Brio took a staggering breath as he pushed himself up and out of the damp sand. Pushing moppy dark hair from his eyes, he looked up, startled, at the qunari extending a hand to him. The Storm Coast? Well, it made sense how easily his boat had been ‘chewed up,’ so to speak, in a place like this.
❝I... Y---Yes, I suppose I am,❞ he murmured, half to himself. Shaking his head, he tentatively took his hand and allowed himself to be pulled up.
He shivered, rubbing along his chilled arms. Beneath a soaking tunic and trousers, he was a will-o’-wisp of a boy. It was easy to imagine how helpless he may have appeared to his rescuers. ❝I am looking for the Inquisition,❞ he said, soft and hesitant. ❝And... my mentor.❞
Timur photographed by Alexandra Bodrova
brio voice claim bc i have to share…..
brio voice claim bc i have to share.....
heshields.
—— GENTLE SHAKE OF head, hand raised to placate. “no harm done, for your safety do i WORRY.” so many things that would lurk beyond! “are you in need of assistance?”
The boy’s shoulders sank slowly with relief at the ensuing words. ❝I think I have collected what I need,❞ Brio said, faint in speech as he peered back into his pack. ❝I help them grow in the garden, sometimes. But the seeds... they are still needed. I cannot sing them into being, as much as I’d wish to...❞
@ghiassan asked: "You weave magic with your music?" He seemed oddly taken with the idea and eager to learn more. "Will you play something? I'll trade you a story for a song."
❝Yes,❞ he murmured, half-lidded eyes widening a fraction at the question. Rare was it that someone who, knowing of his gifts, would ask him to sing and show his magic. Even in the Inquisition, sided as it was with the rebel mages, there were many still wary of his abilities. He was silent for a few moments, hesitant but curious even still. ❝I... yes, I will sing something.❞
Brio closed his eyes, taking a steadying breath.
There was a farmer's son, Kept sheep all on the hill; And he walk'd out one May morning To see what he could kill.
And sing blow away the morning dew The dew, and the dew. Blow away the morning dew, How sweet the winds do blow.
It was not his voice but the very air that trembled---vibrated---with an energy that seemed to thrum with the notes of his song. As if on command of the lyrics, a dew crept up through the woodwork of the table they sat at, dripped down the nearby wall and the rafters above. Indeed the room itself developed the smell of damp earth and chill, causing some patrons of Skyhold’s tavern to shiver and fold into themselves.
virther.
❛ Who says soft doesn’t have a place in a band? I quite like your style as well. My artistic choices may be a tad more…intense, but I can’t turn down a chance to group up with a fellow musician. Think of it Brio. My lute playing, and a soft voice to guide it. A clash that surprises people, excited them. The unexpected gives people a thrill, and it won’t be like anything they’ve heard before. ❜ Zither may have been a snob about certain things. Wine, fine-dining, garments, etc, but music was a free for all. No matter how weird or out there, he was always looking up new ways to improve his performances.
Brio laughed faintly, pleased at the image Zither painted with his words. More often than not, the boy sang alone. Occasionally an instrument would accompany him, or he would likewise jump in with lyrics, but it was sporadic. What his fellow musician was suggesting elicited much excitement. ❝I want to bring joy to people through music---something new may do so!❞ Sitting up straighter, a determined little glint shone in his often mellow eyes. ❝How do you propose we begin?❞
goldvned.
His lips quirk into a smile; he is cleaning the blade of his axe by the light of a flickering campfire, rolling his eyes at Ashkaari Asalan. Easily one of the biggest of the bunch, the self-styled One Who Seeks the Soul, when he wasn’t engrossed in a book of poems or philosophies, debated its merits with his fellows. Yrel still remembers the shock the first time he heard sweet stanzas pass Aslan’s lips; he never thought he’d miss the banter or, worse, seek it out. But here they are.
Yrel looks at him then, hard. Brio is slender, soft, a poet that is more minstrel than warrior. Does he write to escape brutality or has he simply led a contented life, one devoid of hardship beyond the point of his ears ? He can’t tell.
❝ Does it need to be beautiful ? ❞ He lets the question hang in the din while he downs the rest of his drink. Where Brio delicately sips on the mead of poetry, he chugs sour ale. That’s the difference: romance versus reality. ❝ Your poetry speaks in flowers, but you ignore the thorns. ❞
Or the other, less obvious beauties of the world; the printing press that publishes his pages, is a spectacular piece of machinery, hundreds of little moving parts working together in tandem, each piece essential. Precision & mastery.
Both of which can also be found in battle.
Attacking from just the right angle, the swift swing of the weapon along an arc only he sees, the satisfaction in knowing he only needed one strike where another would take two or three.
Maybe that’s the Qunari in him, years with the Valo-kas & missions well-executed, a company greater than the sum of its parts. He loves the sweetness of flowers, mind, but the hard-edged blade he is more fluent with, & has been in his hands far longer.
He was not naive enough to miss that fierce look. Brio may well have been adjusting to the number of new faces in the Inquisition; truly, he had not been around so many people in as long as he could remember. Mainio brought him on many travels, but by nature of their gifts, the apostate had kept them from scrutinizing attention as often as he could manage. If he had meddled in anything, he left Brio out of it. This was truly the first instance in which he had introduced the boy to the gravity of the world’s circumstances.
So he had not been entirely surprised by the variety of ideas and beliefs both voiced and insinuated. Despite that, he had to frequently rein in his own ideas so as to try and understand those who did not always present ideal thoughts.
❝I try not to,❞ he offered, running his fingers along the rim of his cup. He had not taken a sip in quite some time, too preoccupied with his own thoughts to consider the drink. ❝I know the thorns exist. I simply think... people look at them too long and hard.❞
Poetry did not need to be beautiful; that he knew. People sang and wrote about the deepest of pains and aches, and some of those creations were the most beautiful that he had ever heard. But that was precisely because they bore feeling and sense; they related to something deep within all who could have emotion.
Looking up and watching Yrel intently, Brio nudged his cup out of the way and leaned forward on his arms. ❝What do you think is beautiful? Nevermind the things that aren’t; they exist, and they are harsh, and cannot be ignored. But beauty is unique to everyone, no? So what is lovely to you?❞
MISCELLANEOUS NOISES.
TAGGED: @ghiassan ( thank you for the tag!!! ) TAGGING: @goldvned, @dalishunter, @crossing-the-threshcld, and anyone who wants to!!
What does your muse’s laugh sound like?
Airy, musical, like it’s on the precipice of beginning a melody. Brio is rarely loud or sudden in any of his speech, sounds, or laughter, but it is a defined and perceptible sound that is difficult to miss. No one misunderstands when Brio is laughing; it is seeped in mirth and pleasure, as if it is always the first time he has ever laughed. Brio never takes for granted feelings of joy.
What do your muse’s sneezes sound like? What triggers them most?
A high-pitched “ah-choo!” with an emphasis on the CHOO. He has mild allergies that he has little idea how to manage, and faint breezes or tickles near his nose will occasional tempt a sneeze. He often seems fairly startled by them, like they are always erupt from the abyss.
Does your muse snore? If so, what does it sound like?
No snoring to be had from the little minstrel. He has some louder sighs and murmurs, but nothing obnoxious. Mostly he just voices some peculiar dreams that end up sounding nonsensical.
What do their hiccups sound like?
Similarly to his sneezes, he is often surprised by the appearance of hiccups and does his best to quell them. It is one of the few natural bodily phenomena that he seems frustrated by, mostly because they can last for several minutes and hurt his chest. Anything that interrupts potential song or speech is a bother!
Do they struggle or grunt when they stand?
Not in the slightest; all his movements are quick and fluid, like he was ready to stand at a moment’s notice. And he often is---contrary to his seemingly shy and reserved nature, he is a lover of gatherings and festivities, so if he can join, he will do so the moment it is acceptable.
What kinds of noises does your muse make as they’re waking up?
Quiet but deep inhales and exhales. He takes awhile to wake, and if he is shaken awaken from something unnatural, he looks like a deer in headlights. Otherwise, he sighs and hums, takes his time, and rolls up once he can no longer ignore the sun’s rays.
Do they vocalize during a battle? If so, what kind of sounds do they make?
He does nothing but vocalize during battle. Brio’s magic is strongest through his song, and his voice takes on an echoing, siren-like feel to it as he casts spells. It is rare that he is silent during battle, and that should put people on edge if he is.
(if applicable) Are they loud or quiet in bed?
Quiet! Intentionally, if he can help it, as he may at times cover his mouth with his palm. As much as he values his voice in any other scenario, he is young and fairly new regarding anything intimate and would prefer to keep his sounds minimal.
virther.
@mxnstrel
❛ We should start a band. ❜ He said it out of the blue, in the middle of what some might consider comfortable silence. He couldn’t last long with any silence, so of course he had to start running his mouth again. It was a thought he’d had ever since meeting the man though. With both their musical affinities, it just seemed to make sense. Plus, the unfortunate circumstances that occurred with some of his old band. ❛ No one needs rock and roll more than when the world is falling apart. Don’t you agree? ❜
❝A band?❞ the poet inquired, blinking fast and curious. He leaned in, fingers lightly coming together in a steepled manner. ❝I do like your music, Zither. It is so vibrant and alive.❞ Here, he spread his hands in a wave motion, as if painting a picture in the space before him. Brio then furrowed his brow into a somewhat puzzled expression. ❝Would my songs be too soft for your taste? I have not delved into your... your genre before. Would you teach me?❞
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐎𝐒𝐎 🎸
❛ This is just like that gig I played in Lydes. Except I'm sober, and nobody’s thrown their underclothes at me. YET . ❜
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spots to kiss. since y’all like kissing prompts—and who wouldn’t, honestly–so have a collection of places to press your lips to. many of these work perfectly fine for platonic or familiar affection while some are a bit steamier, though what counts as what is of course naturally dependent on the muses and the context. send ‘ SPOTS TO KISS + [number] ’ to kiss my muse there, or with # for dealer’s choice. context and description allowed and encouraged. feel free to use the last option ( 57 ) to give the kiss on any fantasy or scifi body parts not listed here.
a kiss on the top of the head.
a kiss to hair.
a kiss on the forehead.
a kiss on the space between eyebrows.
a kiss on the temple.
a kiss on the cheek.
a kiss on the eyelid or the undereye.
a kiss on the nose
a kiss on the ear.
a kiss on that space where jaw connects.
a kiss on the corner of the mouth.
a kiss on the cupid’s bow.
a kiss on the lips.
a kiss on the chin.
a kiss on the jawline.
a kiss on the back of the neck.
a kiss on the underside of the jaw.
a kiss on the throat.
a kiss on the side of the neck.
a kiss on where the back of the neck turns to shoulder.
a kiss above the collarbone.
a kiss along the collarbone.
a kiss on the space between collarbones.
a kiss on the shoulder.
a kiss on the bicep.
a kiss on the forearm.
a kiss on the elbow.
a kiss on the outside of the wrist.
a kiss on the inside of the wrist.
a kiss on the back of the hand.
a kiss on the palm.
a kiss on a finger. ( which one? )
a kiss on the side of the ribs.
a kiss on the shoulder blade.
a kiss on the space between shoulder blades.
a kiss along the curve of the spine.
a kiss on the upper back.
a kiss on the lower back.
a kiss on the sternum.
a kiss on a pec / breast.
a kiss under the breast.
a kiss on where the sternum ends.
a kiss on the stomach.
a kiss on the navel.
a kiss on the hipbone.
a kiss on the ‘v’.
a kiss on the front of the thigh.
a kiss on the back of the thigh.
a kiss on the inner thigh.
a kiss on the knee.
a kiss on the calf.
a kiss on the ankle.
a kiss on the heel.
a kiss on the foot.
a kiss on a toe.
a kiss on an nsfw body part not listed here. ( where? )
a kiss on a sfw body part not listed here. ( where? )
felandaristhorns.
“You have been delightfully spoiled in your interpersonal relationships, boy.” Dry though Fenumin’s tone was, nevertheless some small amusement sparkled in his eyes - what a delightfully naive boy! Younger than Fenumin had initially guessed, perhaps… or simply less worldly than the standard minstrel. For now. The world had a way of smashing such delicate little eggshells. “If a dose of poison will remove the problem quickly and effectively, why dance around it? Why not strike directly for the heart… in a manner of speaking.”
@mxnstrel
❝Spoiled?❞ he murmured, brows furrowed. Did Mainio spoil him? His mentor had been gracious enough to take him under his wing, and their travels were rarely easy. But he had always known he could rely on his teacher’s guidance and protection, so perhaps he had been spoiled. Even so... ❝Well... Would that not depend on the risk of that individual?❞ Brio’s hands moved in a slow flourish as he spoke, ❝If they do not pose an immediate threat, then avoiding death is ultimately preferred, yes? That person can be useful in a way that preserves their life... yes?❞
heshields.
—— “I WOULDN’T LINGER here.”
@mxnstrel — CANON STARTER
❝Oh, I---❞ Brio straightened and gently pulled the flap over his open pack. Herbs were already beginning to peek out, indicative of too many roots. ❝The party had paused a moment, and I noticed plants that Skyhold is in need of---❞ Sheepish, he bowed his head. ❝I must have lost track of the others moving...❞
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lathsuledin.
❛ … hm ? ❜ Lathas flickered himself back into reality. he turned his head to great the other, & breathed out a sigh of mystification. ❛ ah, no. i apologise. i was in my own thoughts. ❜
❝I am often in mine,❞ Brio offered helpfully, clasping his hands behind his hands. His voice was faint, melodic in tone. ❝May I ask what is on your mind?❞