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@seldariine
&* LOVELY - // independent BG3 multimuse. {prompts.}
A STUDY IN;; 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 & 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, & 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦
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penned by neptune, 34, THEY/THEM (ty hamlet! c. c. c. )
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wylan blinks quickly. he probably looks far more invested in the situation than decorum would dictate. he feels like a coward for not intervening sooner, but he'd frozen as the man had grown worse and worse. honestly, he just wants to hug the other, but it isn't his place.
he should give ehrendil his privacy at least, but something in his voice prompts him to stay a little longer. " i'm sorry, sir. i don't mean to intrude. p- perhaps i could escort you to your rooms? i could bring your meal up after. " the elf would probably feel better crying there. he must feel starkly alone here. the whole household had seen that abuse, and no one had seemed to care.
ehrendil isn't accustomed to people offering help after his father's tirades; so he feels a (un)healthy dose of wariness. his gaze lowers again and he wipes hastily at his cheeks. wylan's seen more than enough-- though ren can't help but feel a longing for company-- for something other than books about drizzt do'urden to feel less alone. part of him often wishes drizzt would save him; but that's unlikely. he's uncertain how many actually know he's here, outside of the area the manor is in.
" you . . . " he begins, but stops himself short. this man seems to have little regard for the consequences helping him has had in the past. perhaps it's that he's unaware; or perhaps it's that he's not there in service of his father. the latter is highly unlikely, but ren clings onto whatever hope he can find with a white knuckled grip. " i . . . please. i would appreciate that. " the elf glances to the food; grimacing. he doesn't have much of an appetite. standing, ren looks to the door and sighs; arms wrapping about himself now that the sting is fading. " you. . .you're new. i apologise, you shouldn't have to witness that. "
❛ may i have my spear back? ❜ (maybe they meet when dariax tried to rob tazengar, but taz disarmed him first?)
" PERHAPS." Tazengar doesn't like handing the spear back; but he sees no sense in killing or harming the other when no harm had befallen him. He's quick and nimble on his feet; and it's this pared with the hypervigilance growing up in Drow society teaches you that had saved him from being robbed. he's been in Dariax's position himself before now; which perhaps is why he's sympathised with the man. He sets it against the wall beside Dariax; and steps back from the other. Perhaps it's best to introduce himself - not that that's the typical thing to do with someone who's just tried to rob you; but Tazengar has never been a typical Drow.
" my name is Tazengar. Perhaps, given your attempt at robbing me, you are wont for something I can help you with? "
Disco.rd under the cut. I'm writing more there these days, but hoping to get to replies here today.
IT'S FURTHER THAN YOU THINK, AND TIME IS SHORT — ind. priv. sel. multi - muse, ft. characters from critical role, exandria unlimited, pacific rim, and shadow and bone! bg3 verse included. penned by hamlet ( 31, she / her ) ©
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—I FEEL YOU LINGER IN THE AIR 💮 Episode 12 (Finale)
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@seldariine liked for a starter.
he's found employment as a servant in the cragdew household. honestly, it's not a smart hiding place. he should get as far away from nobility as possible. but right now, the choice is this, or starving on the streets.
seeing how terribly ehrendil's treated makes him nauseous. like this morning- he waits to pour the drinks as ehrendil's father berates his son across the breakfast table. said father storms out, and the other servants follow. wylan lingers, wanting to do something, anything, to alleviate what the other must be feeling right now.
he steps forward, timidly. " is there anything i can get you, sir? "
his father is on another tirade about his engagement and ehrendil finds himself dissociating through most of it. he doesn't want to marry this girl, nor any girl. he'd dared to say as much & this is where it's landed them, in a one-sided argument about continuing the cragdew line. he's drawn back only for the moments where he's expected to say 'yes sir' or apologise. he's struck across the face before his father leaves. it's the first time that has happened and only when he's gone and ren thinks he's alone that his hand comes up to touch at his cheek. it stings.
he feels himself trembling, closes his eyes. he's alone, he can have this moment. tears gather in the corners of his eyes, his throat and chest tighten and--- he's not alone. there's a voice speaking to him. he hurries to push it all away. straightens. he looks up, golden eyes finding wylan. he's new. he doesn't know who this boy reports to-- so his guards are a little raised.
" father will be waiting for you, will he not? " his voice is small. tired. over one and a half centuries of this is taking it's toll. pushing his still-full plate away, ren glances to wylan and shakes his head. " you needn't worry for me, what i need you cannot provide. "
𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝚃𝙰𝚉'𝚂 𝚃𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 , he lets astarion know that he trusts him , a privilege that the vampire spawn doesn't take lightly . trust means the world to astarion , both giving and receiving , after being unable to for centuries . taz invites him in , saying he knows that astarion won't hurt him , and a flicker of a smile appears on lips in response . ❝ your trust is a gift . . . one that i cherish , more than most . ❞ taz matters to him more than the others ; this much is obvious in both words and actions .
❝ you always know exactly how to entice me , darling , ❞ vampire spawn hums , and then leans in at the willing exposure of neck . delicate , soft lips skirt around favored feeding spot at juncture of neck and shoulder before astarion is biting with a soft moan , drawing on other's blood and relishing at its sweetness . one hand moves to press taz's hand down on his waist , accepting and wanting the intimate touch as other hand braces at drow's shoulder , ready to pull away at other's first protest .
the familiar, cold sting of astarion's teeth puncturing his skin comes and tazengar shuts his eye. this is a necessity for his lover, but it's something tazengar finds intimate, now that they've gotten settled into something of a routine with it. the drow's hands settle readily on astarion's sides with his guidance, thumbs quickly starting to stroke affectionate circles as the vampire feeds. one hand trails up, fingers tangling in pale curls and combing with great affection.
the cold spreads, and tazengar feels his consciousness starting to ebb away. it's a slow thing, so he's plenty able to let astarion know. a small tap, gentle at his side. " -- there, astarion. i need you to stop here." his hand moves then, soothing up and down the vampire's side in yet another show of affection.
IT'S FURTHER THAN YOU THINK, AND TIME IS SHORT — ind. priv. sel. multi - muse, ft. characters from critical role, exandria unlimited, pacific rim, and shadow and bone! bg3 verse included. penned by hamlet ( 31, she / her )
