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The Vessel

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Talyn blinked, still holding the towel as he stared at Lyari.

He blinked again, realizing that he was being invited to join.

Truth be told, he was originally just going to wait his turn. He’d tended the garden already and managed to clean his hands before getting the towel for Lyari, but he was still a bit ruffled from the activity outside and was in need of a wash... And Lyari’s tone and body language well... how could he ever resist that?

“Ah... Alright.” He responded, trying not to shiver at the chill that zipped down his spine. He took a moment to undress himself, not bothering to do so out of the room, considering, however his face did get warmer with each passing moment as he did so.

Then, Talyn stepped into the same space as Lyari, into the still-warm water.

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Ven didn’t like how that shop keep was looking at talyn as they talked. Which shouldn’t be a surprise given how territorial the gladiator tended to be..

He growls, tail lashing behind him as he watches from the distance- having been asked to keep an eye on the pairs previous purchases. However, the flirtatious expression the stranger had on his face was getting too annoying to deal with.

So, he stalks up behind talyn- wrapping an arm tightly around his waist and settling his chin on his lovers shoulder- glaring daggers at the shop keeper as he turns his face just enough to press his lips to talyns neck.

“Y’ taking too long.”

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To his credit, the shopkeep was a pretty attractive man. Half-elven with shoulder length brown hair tied back in a loose ponytail and bright silvery-blue eyes. Had the situation been any different, Talyn might have actually given him a chance but he had no interest in the man despite his persistence.

Just as Ven walked up, the man had been trying to ask Talyn to dinner, to which he’d been in the process of holding up a hand and declining the offer when he felt a presence behind him. He nearly jumped, before realizing who it was.

“O-oh um.. right! Sorry, Ven.” He gasped past the hitch in his breath when he felt his lover’s lips against his neck, earning a little shiver from Talyn.

Quickly, Talyn finished the exchange of coin, bidding a hasty goodbye to the shopkeep (who, despite the venomous glare he received, offered a wink Talyn’s way), before grabbing Ven’s hand and leading him away.

Undeniably, Talyn’s face was tinted a deep shade of red as he secured their new purchases and hastily made his way out of the store, flustered and embarrassed all at once. But.. in a way he was thankful. He’d been having a hard time convincing the shopkeep that he wasn’t interested (and technically taken for that matter) and Vendetta stepping in was probably the best way to send that message.

...

As they walked, Talyn shifted to link his free arm with Ven’s. He was tense, his jaw clenching a bit as he kept his eyes to the ground.

“Sorry.. I was trying to tell him..”

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It didn't take a genius to see that Talyn was acting a bit differently today than any other day. And of course, being raised to prepare Azkin's vessel, Hallow had to know a bit about him. Today was his birthday, and now that he thought about it, the aasimar remembered seeing people celebrate stuff like that. Talyn seemed more hopeful? Happy? He'd made it another year. Hallow didn't really know what to do, other than make tea for him and awkwardly present it to him. "Here." ;; @nomadiisms​

Indeed, Talyn was grateful that he’d made it another year. There was hope in his chest that maybe he’d make it another. He was occupied with his current activity - it was too cold to do outside chores today, so instead he set upon repairing his old scarf. He was just finishing up by using his teeth to cut the thread when his eyes flicked over and took note of Hallow setting a teacup down on the side table next to him.

Interesting. Hallow didn’t seem the type to do something like this for other people. Least of all Talyn.

“Oh, thank you Hallow.” Even so, Talyn seemed grateful. He doubted that Hallow would do anything to hurt him. He was specifically instructed to keep Talyn alive, after all. So, he felt no danger as he picked the cup up and sighed in content as it warmed his hands.

He sipped it, and the tip of his tail curled upward, a sign that he was pleasantly surprised. Happy, even. Though it begged the question: Why now? Out of all the days to do something like this, only to have it done on his birthday... He never recalled telling Hallow about it.

“I.. have to ask... Um.. h-how much do you know about me..? I think I’d be really stupid to think that this was just coincidence.”

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Vendetta bounces lightly back and forth on his clawed feet- shoulders squared as he rolls them and squares up to the makeshift punching bag he'd hung outside from a tree.

Its hot, and he's shirtless to keep himself cool as he practices his punches with steel focus. He gets a little too into it however, and one misplaced claw slash when he kicks at the bag has it ripped down  the center- its contents spilling onto the ground.

The tiefling huffs in irritation, blowing a lock of hair out of his face and shaking his head. ugh, he missed his training equipment..

He settles back on his heels and takes a second to gather his long hair, pulling it back into a ponytail and briefly exposing the crude moon scar on the back of his neck- all the while pouting at the destroyed bag like it had offended him, and unaware he has an audience.

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In truth... Talyn felt a little bad. It was evident that Vendetta was a tad bit.. perhaps bored, staying here. And yet, seemed to not quite want to leave just yet. Honestly, it was surprising that he’d stayed this long at all. 

He couldn’t help but stand and watch for a little bit as the other tiefling practiced with his makeshift punching bag - up until it was shredded and the contents came spilling out.

Talyn had gone from watching with an appreciative glance to a slight frown and a furrowed brow. He adjusted his grip on the basket that was held on his hip, full of clothing he’d pulled from the line set up. Biting his lip in thought, Talyn ultimately decided to set the basket down nearby and approach the other man. 

He was light on his feet, and relatively silent besides, managing to approach without being noticed at first, until he spoke.

“...Ven..?” His voice is meek as he approaches, small, though the concern is there. “...A.. Are you okay? I-I can repair that for you..”

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It’s in the kitchen that he corners him.. the dark shadow looming out from the other side of the room, as silent as someone of his size can manage..

Ven presses up behind talyn, pressing him forward against the counter he’d been stood at and letting out a quiet, hungry growling sound as he leans in to nip at the side of his neck- calloused hands sliding over talyns hips.

“What’re y’ doin~?” He rumbles, sharp teeth scraping gently against his neck

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It seemed that Vendetta was getting better and better at sneaking up on him. That, or Talyn’s mind was just so occupied that he didn’t notice the other tiefling’s approach. So, it was no surprise that Talyn jumped when he felt a presence push up behind him, a little gasp leaving his mouth as he nearly dropped the item he was holding. A tomato, fresh from his garden.

It was admittedly extremely hard to think past the feeling of teeth against his neck. Talyn swallowed back an unexpected moan, and instead gulped and managed an apprehensive chuckle.

“Ah.. w-washing some produce...?” He answered, trying not to let his breath hitch and failing miserably.

He had to set the poor tomato down in the basket of washed vegetables before his trembling hands could squish it - then, once free, a hand came down to rest over Ven’s on his hip.

“I-I could ask the same of you...”

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So I might start a weekly trend of nabbing screenshots from watching Critical Role and doing some doodles with some of the expressions of the cast. It’s fun~

featuring Kairo, Talyn and Naiora

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"a moment of weakness" ;; any of our ships :3c, @nomadiisms​

8. My muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and yours happens upon this.

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It seemed that no matter where Talyn went, there would always be those who wished him harm for one reason or another. The tiefling was backed against the wall in a secluded hallway of the arena - the one that Vendetta championed - and it just so happened that he was found alone by two figures, not quite as tall as him, but definitely twice as strong if not more so.

He recognized one of them, too. As Vendetta had fought him two days prior and apparently there were a lot of bets that he lost to the Pit Viper. Now, it seemed he was intent on getting some form of payback - but in knowing he wasn’t strong enough to take on Vendetta, he seemed to target something dear to the champion.

Talyn was already bleeding from a busted lower lip as he was shoved up against the wall with a cry. Despite probably being able to take these men on and defend himself, Talyn made no move to do so and instead remained silent as the taller of the men pulled his fist back and went straight for Talyn’s stomach, just under his ribcage.

He was left a coughing mess as Talyn doubled over - and a swift punch to the side of his face sent him to the ground. The two men laughed, but Talyn’s eyes were elsewhere. On a figure near the end of the hall. Familiar even slightly blurred. Vendetta’s other lover, so Talyn had come to learn: Perredh.

Fully expecting the medic to turn the other way, Talyn’s eyes closed. Maybe he’d see Perredh later in the medical hall. Maybe he’d be a corpse. At this point, it was hard to say...