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@scattersbrain
multimuse blog for theredahq , penned and adored by ker. ( cred. )
LIZZIE SALTZMAN : need to know / starters / writings ( LVL 01 )
ASTARION ANCUNIN : need to know / starters / writings ( LVL 01 )
ROBIN BUCKLEY : need to know / starters / writings ( LVL 01 )
HUSK : need to know / starters / writings ( LVL 01 )
louis de pointe du lac + his red/maroon suits.
CLOSED STARTER ; @ofarcxna requested ASTARION for WYLL.
sessions 01 - location ; souris streets.
AN ARM DRAPED AROUND THE SHOULDERS. smile painted on the coated red lips of the vampire. " finally , some good decent company. " astarion couldn't keep the grin away. even as the more people got closer to the two , the urge to bite people rose higher and higher. one bite wouldn't hurt , right ? deep breaths. he can get through this.
" well; COMPANY , at least. " another cheeky grin , maybe he'll reward himself with one bite.
CLOSED STARTER ; @wickcdlcvely requested LIZZIE.
sessions 01 - location ; souris streets.
THE STREETS WERE TOO BUSY ; prehaps, her father was right and this had been a mistake. she hated to even believe he might've been right, had been so set; so ready to go to the party. ( because ; she could count the wedding as a party if she wanted too. ) but as yet another body tumbled into her , the blonde took a step back. almost wanting to close in on herself , run back home and hide out there.
" what it , TIEFLING. " came the sneered words to her, anger bubbling inside of lizzie , hands clenching. some of the free flowers beside her suddenly catching on fire.
CLOSED STARTER ; @wickcdlcvely requested HUSK.
sessions 01 - location ; souris tavern.
TWO SHOTS POURED. that nagging feeling in the back of his mind of how many drinks he was going through for free. his tail swished in annoyance, and his ears flicked frustratingly.
" you may as well be having this one, " shot glass pushed towards her. he took the other one, backing it without another thought.
CLOSED STARTER ; @thxnegotiator requested HUSK.
sessions 01 - location ; souris tavern.
SLIDING A HALF-FULL glass of rum across the bar , husk forced a smile onto his lips. whoever had decided on the free drinks , was going to SEND HIS TAVERN out of business. fast. and all in one day.
" curtsey of the happy couple. " another forced smile. cat ears twitching. he needed to POUR HIMSELF A DRINK. — maybe multiple at this rate.
CLOSED STARTER ; @realmbound requested HUSK for ANGEL DUST.
sessions 01 - location ; souris tavern.
" OH I'M SURE , " he grimaced. husk's nails dragged across the wood of his bar , no doubt leaving even more claw marks in the already marked-up bar. " the new royalies are going to love your stories. " the patron he'd been talking to turned away , not caring enough to listen to husk's sarcasm anymore.
good , he was sick of listening to them.
" i think you're the only one I like here. " gaze now firmly set onto ANGEL DUST. " at least your stories are somewhat interesting. "
˗ˏˋ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒌 ⠀ 、 ⠀ angry cat tag !
i am going back to looking out for number one.
a mini lyric starter from a song from my own playlist for ASTARION @scattersbrain from KAR'NISS.
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝕶𝖆𝖗'𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖘.
・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
"and they creep in the dark , tryna pull my strings . "
the drow elf spoke softly as they stood next to the other , crimsons staring off into the darkness at a drow mistress. there was an instant obedience as she looked towards him, a shrinking of his person. "downcast your eyes from upon her- elf...." he hissed at the other.
" HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED, KILLING THEM ?" of course. it wasn't everyone's answer, but for the vampire; it was the simplest one. didn't like someone? KILL THEM. get a free meal out of it too.
but , if astarion had been going to offer his services, the offer quickly fell from his lips as they turned into a scowl. " don't tell me what to do ! I'll look at whoever I may please.. " but still , he looked away, anyway.
a mini lyric starter from a song from my own playlist for ROBIN @scattersbrain from STEVE.
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝕾𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝕳𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖙𝖔𝖓.
・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
"no one beat me down ! "
HE PROTESTED as he groaned , leaning against the wall of the tavern. but his nose was dripping with blood and a nasty strike to his eye that would surely bruise no doubt. "It's nothing... "
ROBIN KNEW TO PHRASE THEIR WORDS carefully ; their friendship with steve always felt longer than it had been. like; somehow , they had always been destined to be friends. but , it also brought out robin's protective side. yes, she may sometimes want her to pick her friend up to ensure his safety, but they NEVER did ; yet.
" it doesn't look like nothing ." gaze drifting back into the tavern, they'd still be in there - she had watched them go back in. " want me to give him a broken nose ?" robin liked to think they weren't prone to violence , yes it often was their first reaction to a lot of things ; but they tried to think over their actions. steve however. steve would always be a different story. she would hurt someone for him.
Open!!
location : anywhere of your choosing !! she's a traveling bard.
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖞 𝕮𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖍𝖆𝖒
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
GREEN WINGS fluttered gracefully beneath golden curls. if it wasn't for the wings , you'd have mistaken her for a gnome or halfling - she was small even for her kin. a graceful twirl , fabric glittering with magic as bare feet stepped carefully with each movement.
"and she said to the fellow with a golden mellow --
kiss me til the morn sparrow sings. "
her voice was gentle yet held a sorrowful tinge but her body moved to her voice - a dancer. she held no lute or flute. her body and voice was all she needed , the jingle of trinkets sewn into her dress. and with a flourish, she stopped- an explosion of yellow magic that looked like glitter. she smiled at the onlookers , crystal blues falling on one. " another dance and song ? " She was a struggling bard --- it was clear.
THE SMILE UPON ROBIN'S LIPS CAME EASILY. they enjoyed moments like this , when they could stop for a moment ; take in everything around her. it was nice. it was simple. and her attention had been caught by the bard , any pretty female would be able to catch robin's attention ; the barbarian often finding themselves distracted by anyone deemed pretty.
the yellow magic that managed to light up even the brightest of days. it was so wonderful to see, and even more to experience it close up. left a bubbling inside of robin, a longing to see more.
" ofcourse , what other ones do you know? "
Location: The Souris Streets
V rolled her shoulders, stiff and bruised as they were, and planted her feet. She inhaled a deep breath and wished she has something to bite down on. She raised her hands, blood slick and sticky, and cupped her shattered nose.
That half-orc she had just gone 4 rounds with had been a fucking beast. Best she had seen in a while. She was lucky he hadn't done worse than fuck up her face.
Another deep breath rattled through her lungs as she pressed her thumbs into either side of her nose and pulled.
The crack was loud and horrible, it always was, and pain lanced through her skull, sharp and sour. It made her stomach roll but as she groaned and heaved forward, pressing her sore shoulder into the side of a building, V was grateful it was just her nose she was resetting this time, and nothing else. Her face had been fucked up for years now and this was her 4th time in the broken nose club.
She should be winning gold for that type of shit.
Instead, she was standing on a dirty sidewalk in the ugliest pair of pants she owned, with her head tilted back and blood streaking her face like she was some sort of canvas.
HE SHOULD STOP WALKING ; astarion knew that much. but the pull of blood it had been too much , too strong. SOURIS was the one place the vampire strayed away from. would never step foot in it, but his hunting session had brought him closer to the outskirts of the small area than he'd have liked to have been. and it was there, as a pig escaped his grasp that he had caught the scent of the blood. nothing of this animal blood, no this was different. too sweet; too mouth-watering.
it wasn't until he was at the end of the sidewalk, that astarion stopped walking. the blood was stronger here, he felt like it was all around him. he ALMOST felt like a young vampire again; ready to lick his lips at his next meal. but he was older now, was meant to be better at this, more mature.
" are you alright? " couldn't get too close. he might do something stupid like try to lick it. " looks ... ROUGH that.
Location: The Countryside outside Dethmyr
Arthur had always been an early riser. Ever since he was a boy. Best sunshine of the day, Hosea had once said as they had ventured out at dawn to hunt bears and huge, wild elk. He had been younger then. Greener. Less of a bastard.
Arthur had been out working since dawn, feeding the animals first, then seeing to the produce he grew in neat little rows out the front of his cabin. Breakfast then, before setting out toward the lake about a mile away to catch his dinner for the evening. He had taken Norma with him, the little liver brown horse had been glad of the meander, and he had been glad of her surly but comforting company.
He had been on his way back home to enjoy an evening by himself, hat hanging low of his eyes and carrying a hefty pail he had made himself, either side of it carrying huge buckets filled with bright red river salmon
Norma alerted him first, the horse slowing to a stop and then snorting indignantly. Arthur glanced up toward the stranger and scowled, mouth thinning best it could around the one tusk he still had intact.
"Best be leavin' Frien'" he said, striding on by them, his voice little more than a southern twang. "Ain't nuthin' for you here."
VENTURING OUT WASN'T STRANGE FOR ROBIN ; they enjoyed the adventure , far too curious for their own good. and of course sometimes that ended as it did now, with her getting lost. ---- which , of course, had anyone else ask ; they would NEVER admit to being lost, simply just , taking in the scenery.
had anyone else had a warning to turn around ; they would've taken it. and maybe , had robin been with anyone else , she would have too. but being alone brought more of a thrill to the barbarian. even , going as far as to stupidly take a step closer. he was right though, there was nothing for her here. in fact , robin should be back at home by now , finding some other way of annoying people.
"and..." they started , tucking hair behind their ear ; rolling just a little on the balls of their feet. the barbarian was strong and big. they enjoyed that about themselves, but they also weren't brainless like so many would brush all barb's with. no; robin at least had book smarts. "which way is leaving?" this; however. was not book smarts.
OPEN !!!
○ location : a tavern in ordis with
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝕶𝖆𝖗'𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖘
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
HE WAS already in a foul mood. having been thrown out by his mistress ; he didn't know what to do with himself. a favored consort to a priestess and now he was nothing. the loth sworn drow groaned , pushing the bread on his plate with a long thin finger , nails sharp and long --- tearing peices of the untouched meal placed in front of him. He didn't feel like eating -- another long groan as he heard the footsteps ( almost a feral growl ). he would have to find a way to prove himself to the great queen , loth ! ! he must be chosen by her -- he must be stronger. he must prevail her test.
lost in his thoughts , loth kissed crimsons flickered to the side to look up at the intruder to his peace. "I'd advise you to leave me with my thoughts in peace.... "
IT WASN'T OFTEN THAT lizzie found herself ( allowed ) out of the confines of her home. much less to be inside a tavern where , she could already feel the chemicals inside her working against her. such strong magics at the tips of her fingers.
keep calm lizzie. you've got this. it was like a mantra she would repeat to herself , over and over until some sort of calmness would come back to her. her father had always warned her of how dangerous she could be, how one wrong move could hurt everyone. repeated it so much until she was SCARED of what she was capable of. ---- but her mother ; the ever-loving woman she was , had promised countless times; that their daughters would be fine for one night. one night to be free. and some old grouch wasn't about to ruin that for her.
" you and your thoughts, can find somewhere else; especially if you need your peace so bad. "
muse: angel dust location: souris tavern
there were the rare nights like these. nights where valentino was more lenient, giving him freedom for the night. freedom - what a joke. it wasn't freedom, it was simply the demon loosening the chain for the night. he knew just what one night away would mean - he would be paying for it the next day. his hips swayed as he made his way to a lone patron, a glimmer in his charcoal black eyes as he bent over the table, two hands placed on the table whilst a third rested his face in his hand, shamelessly looking him up and down. "what, you tired already handsome? don't worry, if you get me a drink i can keep goin' all night long if you're....interested."
NIGHTTIME WAS BETTER ; the dark was better. yes - while he could now venture out into the daylight with no after effects , it didn't mean that astarion ENJOYED IT. there was something so much more ; appeasing. about the dark. but it was nights like this when the vampire found himself seeking out a different type of drink. NOTHING WOULD EVER come close to the sweetness and fufilling taste that blood gave him , but if he had enough alcohol , sometimes it would do.
and, as he threw back another glass of --- honestly, he wasn't entirely sure what it was. bartenders creation. whatever that meant these days. it was a voice that pulled him from his drink , not one of the usual's, that yes, he might call friends. but still, the voice interested him.
" darling, " a smirk spreading across his lips, while his eyes dragged up and down the others frame. "you couldn't handle me."
