- STORMBORN -

Dungeons and Dragons Storm Sorcerer OC

[stormsiris]

FOR THE ADRENALINE IN MY VEINS;

THE WAY IT FEELS WHEN I BREAK THE CHAINS

Dungeons and Dragons Storm Sorcerer OC

Written by Silver II Private and Selective

Rules and About

[rubymemes]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 👀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of spicy prompts with various contexts. They were left vague to match varying levels of spice and situations.)  → add + reverse to reverse the roles!

[OFFICE]: sender and receiver are making out in receiver's office

[CAR]: sender and receiver are making out in receiver's car

[BITE]: while kissing, sender bites receiver's lips

[PULL]: sender pulls on receiver's hair to expose their neck

[PINNED]: sender pins receiver against a wall

[LAP]: sender pulls receiver onto their lap

[ELEVATOR]: sender and receiver are making out in an elevator

[FLIRT]: sender flirts with receiver to make them blush

[CHOKE]: sender grabs receiver by the throat

[KNIFE]: sender uses a knife to rip receiver's clothes

[GROWL]: sender growls in receiver's ears

[QUIET]: sender orders receiver to be more quiet

[COLLAR]: sender grabs receiver by the collar to pull them closer

[WRESTLE]: sender wrestles receiver, pinning them on the floor

[WHISPER]: sender whispers sweet nothings into receiver's ears

[KNOCK]: sender walks into a room without knocking only to find receiver in their underwear

[HALLWAY]: after inviting receiver into their flat, sender and receiver start making out in the hallway

[INJURY]: sender gently tends to receiver's wounds, which leads to them kissing

[MUFFLE]: sender puts their hand over receiver's mouth to keep them quiet

[PUBLIC]: sender and receiver are making out in a secluded but public place

[TABLE]: sender touches receiver's thigh under the table at a restaurant or a dinner party

[entwinesfate-deactivated2024012]

" you must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors. " / c.

[stormsiris]

Thinking about how Brail nearly deafens himself with wind when he fights because wind doesn't sound like wind to him. It sounds like his mother singing.

[stormsiris]

🕯️

INNER THOUGHTS - accepting

He's hardly ever home anymore. When he was, he circled around the outskirts of the city to sneak back into his manor. No matter the attention hoarding the child sought on the outside--that of the city wasn't his favorite. Even when the gazes were that of pure praise and reverence now.

His home faced the western winds, high up so you always felt them on the rooftop. He sat up there, lying back with fingers picking at a thin hairpin. His curls bristled.

What's wrong, my little lightning? The wind whispered to him.

"Do you like him?" He asked her.

Does it matter what I think?

"Of course it does." He spoke, his eyes closed, he could smell the salt from the shore, "...I suppose you would have told me earlier."

You have a weary heart, my dear, no matter the stone you build around it. If he cracks those walls what am I to do but trace the gales through them?

His face twists, yet the wind is warm, it brushes past him gently, "I don't know--tell me he's right--that I'm not just going to hurt him more than he's already hurt." His eyes open, he sits up and rests his arms on his knees, "I've had others--I've held the moon and the stars and he's the fucking sun. And he burns the same as me, and I've tried to be the sky. I've tried, for all of them yet--at least the moon has the stars when I can't--I don't want it to hurt every time, yet I don't want the burning to stop."

...Then don't. Let him burn you, my dear, don't be afraid. The wind hums, nearly chuckles, and he wanted to smile, because he couldn't help it when she laughed. Her words were like salve, the wind was like binding, You've sought danger for so many years--and the most dangerous thing in this world is to love.

[stormsiris]

🕯️sending this now 'cause i don't think i sent one, but i gotta know -

INNER THOUGHTS - accepting

He hardly ever writes so thoughtfully on the road. He had told you that it was a letter to a dear friend. She was back home with her family for the summer. She was getting older, tentatively walking a lifespan far faster than his own. You recognized that forbidden somber that creased past his normal look.

Yet he may have fallen asleep after a long day's issues with you. Only in pure arcane exhaustion have you ever seen him sleep so still.

--You would adore her, love. I seldom find anyone in my travels that could match your might and virtue--

You couldn't help but slightly glance at the words as you gently pull him over to a proper bed from the table.

--She could never replace you, of course. But, if I have to have someone by my side, be comfortable knowing she will protect me from myself. Maybe I could introduce you, next I visit your village in the autumn. There are shadows that haunt her, but you know that well. You've always told me the finest friends start off broken until they share their pieces with you. I'm not quite sure if I've been what she's needed, but I've tried to be. Something powerful tells me she would find her way regardless.

She could cut the sun from the sky if it challenged her to, love, and what a sight that would be.

[stormsiris]

//I have DnD today and then tomorrow Imma try and clear out these drafts!

[gloomedhands]

@stormsiris ❝ Are you on a journey of self-discovery? ❞

Dakara was not so put off by the voice intruding upon his silence than he was annoyed. Light pale orb peeking out from behind a heavy lid as he glanced over at the half-elf. Either the ranger had now settled far enough away from a possible crowd or the other went out of their way to approach him. A scowl threatening to crawl across his aged features, though he bites it back. Simply closing his eye once more and exhaling slowly through his nostrils.

"Are you familiar with the practice of minding your own damned business?" He quipped back in a similar manner, a tight smile given with effort. Dakara stood again, dusting himself off out of habit as he faced the younger man. “You should try it sometime. Save a poor stranger a throbbing headache and you a waste of breath.”

With a curl of his lip, flashing teeth in a wolfish sneer, Dakara waves the other off. Curtly at that. “Now sod off. There are plenty of potential victims for you to yammer with your sarcasm too.”

[stormsiris]

THE PRACTICE OF MINDING YOUR OWN BUSINESS.

With a SOMEWHAT EXAGGERATED stare and a tilt of his head the young half-elf was portraying the statement as a truly foreign concept. He smiles, GRINS really, as if impervious to teeth so obviously bared, "I'm afraid I never was good at learning that sort of thing. I'm at the MERCY of my own curiosity. Its a powerful force I've been burdened with since I was a child."

As if to a pure-blood like him he wasn't STILL A CHILD. He had that aged vexation that reminded him of his father. Yet--he was fairly certain he wasn't as old as him--he could never tell though.

"It's true, I COULD talk to someone else, but you are the only interesting one here. With that insistence in sitting alone in a shadowy corner contemplating existence or--whatever."

He picks at the splintered wood service between them, "You also NEVER ANSWERED MY QUESTION, which was only partially sarcastic."

[melanchorose-deactivated2023121]

@stormsiris | ♡.

" you're really hot. " points out lorelei with a twinge of concern in her tone. the touch has been accidental, though as soon as her skin made contact with his, the intensity of its warmth took her by surprise. " temperature-wise, of course. keep your ego grounded unlike your feet, mister. " cue a playful snort.

" ... are you doing okay? you're not running a fever, are you? "

[stormsiris]

He spins around in the bar stool with a flourish at the sudden observation. This bar was QUITE ROWDY that evening, he was getting used to strangers brushing past him--some more intentionally than others. There was an INSTINCT that danced its way up his veins. She stood out, didn't she?

He barks out a laugh at her CLARIFICATION, leaning back against the bar, "I don't expect you to know anything about me, MY DEAR, but I'll put down my ego when its ripped from my cold, dead hands. I like it far too much."

He leans his tilted head in his hand, eyes flicking about her, "And NO, I don't fall to sickness easily unless you count the ego. I just RUN HOTTER than many. I'm also have a nasty habit of being nosy--care for a drink?"

He half turns back to the bar, still keeping his gaze on her with a mimic of a playful smirk, "This isn't FLIRTING, by the way. I'm afraid you aren't my type, not that you think I'm HOT anyway so we already have a wonderful understanding of one another."

[melamemea]

send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

[stormsiris]

My friends are leaving soon and I’ll be spending a day or two decompressing from all the socialization and try to get back here!

[stormsiris]

i'll just sleep on the floor.

SPENDING THE NIGHT TOGETHER - accepting

"--I'LL JUST SLEEP--" He cuts himself off as he realizes his words are a stark mimicry of hers. His tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth, looking back at the bed with a light scoff. It was comfortable one, VERY COMFORTABLE for two depending on who your company was. He was very comfortable with Florence--but maybe not in this specific context.

"You could at least let me PRETEND I'm an ounce of chivalrous for a FAIR LADY--" He snorts as a sharp STRIKE impacts his shoulder, pain he had to roll off with a circle of the muscles.

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, I'll see if I can persuade for some extra pillows at least. I won't need the blankets either, so then we're SORT OF even."

[stormsiris]

@gorethought continued from this

"And I think I'm IRRESTIABLY CHARMING that doesn't stop people from finding me maddening, but I understand, DENIAL is a very human emotion."

His EFFORTLESS sarcasm aside, he settles briefly on the top of the collapsed wall. Whatever building it was apart of has long since been ruined like many others. He was keeping a healthy distance for some time after hearing the sounds of conflict. Uncharacteristic, considering the half-elf was prone to throw himself into whatever action was closest. Then again, the fight was basically over before he even got close enough.

"You're a MESSY FIGHTER, stranger. Did they kill your family or something else dramatic?" Because the butchered remains weren't exactly dispatched with elegance. Yet, it wasn't the sign of an AMATUER either. Quite the opposite.

His eyes flick back to him, then to the deep gash on his side. He PROBABLY wouldn't be perishing from the wound, but it can't be comfortable, "I'm just asking before I do help, because I've had many people trying and STAB ME and I've gotten to the point where I'd rather just jump straight to it if that's what is going to happen."

[stormsiris]

⚡️- Brail’s wisdom is 14 points too high yet is it tho? Now his 15 in intelligence that shouldn’t exist at all

[stormsiris]

@stagsworn continued from this wicked thing.

The half-elf housed a FOREIGN VISAGE, one so starkly stripped of veneer. The gaze he had broke through the night but not the fog between them. It would be one of very few times he would ever look like his FATHER'S SON, and that was the last thing he was thinking about.

"...Would you PREFER that I CARRY ON AS MY USUAL SELF?" His usual escape, his usual running from everything this conversation was. What good would running do? YET, WHAT GOOD IS THERE IN STAYING NOW?

"I wouldn't believe you if SUFFERING was an absent affair." He's looking at Valas, yet Valas won't look at him. That gesture clung to him, his tongue planning a question that he forces down his throat. WHY WON'T YOU LOOK AT ME?

WHY WOULD HE WANT TO?

"...Yet if you don't want to speak, I WON'T MAKE YOU," the Stars know how used to that he is. "It HURTS, DARLING. IT HURTS. Yet, I did it to myself. There is no one else at fault." The Stars know how used to that he is.

"IF YOU ARE HAPPY, that is all that matters." AND FALLAHAN BETTER KNOW HOW LUCKY HE IS, "...I hope he can heal your wounds. I hope you can mend his. Or at least you can distract one another from them." THE STARS KNOW HOW USED TO THAT HE IS.

[stormsiris]

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

WORD PROMPTS - accepting

"--I can't REMEMBER the last time this room was even used." He speaks with an uncharacteristic softness, as if out of curtesy. The servants here were more than aware of his behavior--some of them have worked in this home since he was a child. Madame Talia still calls him 'little lightning bolt' in cadence that aged so gracefully.

He strides into the room darkened by the quiet night, a gentle turn of his wrist forming a ball of light in his hand. It illuminated a ballroom still and awaiting some kind of sound and drink. It was not a GRANDIOSE thing, the kind of open space meant for private events. He glances back to the elf with a sideways smile and a short laugh, "Well--not any events i WAS INVITED TO, at least. If I am to give mercy to anyone from my presence it would be my long-suffering father."

He spins a couple fingers, the little light dividing itself into a speckle of soft glow that drifts toward the ceiling. He steps back toward him, quick to guide his hands hands around his waist, "I KNOW you were forced to learn how to move on a floor like this."

Even still, he led, UNCONCERNED that Lucan could keep up, he knew he could. This was a matter of IMPROV, as a technique learned when they were noble children wasn't an intimate affair. He guides their sequence, each step matched, a touch closer. His mind IDLED as they drew together, his back against his chest. I LOVE YOU, that was something he could say. He's never SAID IT, only HEARD IT. ONLY REPEATED IT AFTER THE GHOST OF SOMEONE SAID IT FIRST.

He draws back into a slow spin, pulled back, their foreheads gently touch, lost in whatever music they are hearing in their heads. I LOVE YOU. That would be so easy to say.

They drift in a circle, their breaths together. His hands glide over his shoulders. I LOVE YOU.

SAY IT. IT'S OKAY. YOU CAN SAY IT.

"...You did WELL, MY DEAR," and yet his tongue betrays his heart, as it always did.

[stormsiris]

//Headache achieved; he feeds off it, he only gains power by being insufferable