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❝ any decent swordsman knows how to use both hands. ❞ — sent by @stagsworn
"so is that your excuse?" valar asked, with a cheeky grin, "admittedly, i'm more of an 'and a shield' type." he raises said item to block the blow from valas, barely bringing it up in time.
a swing of their own sword, "or are you trying to imply you are good with your hands?" a friendly laugh from the firbolg, who simply seems to be enjoying a chance to let off a bit of energy in this regard.
( @manofiiron // cont. )
AFTER TWENTY YEARS IN THE GULAG, ALEXEI HAS very little shame. He hadn’t had much before that to begin with but he’s grown accustomed to always being watched. It’s been strange, having his freedom again. Still, he has NO qualms about the other man seeing him in the nude. He certainly feels no embarrassment, though Alexei takes note that Stark seems to be quite flustered by his appearance.
❝ I forget you Americans can be prudish. ❞ Alexei chuckles, smiling at the other man. ❝ Do YOU want me to use a towel? ❞ He quirks a brow at Tony, who seems to be staring a little bit too long for it to be an accident.
“ i trust you. ” @pyrrhicmessiah
gentle, soft smile pulls at her lips, gaze studying the other for a moment. she recognised the weight those three words held when spoken by clarke, recognised just how very important this moment was for the both of them. one hand lifts to grasp the other girls, fingers sliding between the other’s. “ i trust you too, ” pausing a moment, squeezing clarke’s hand lightly. “ more than you know. ” trust came easier to silver after having to put her life in another’s hands so many times throughout her life. love though; love was earned, and oh had clarke earned it. “ remember that i love you. remember that you are brilliant. ”
@wearenotthesameasyesterday sent: ‘ i struggle not to feel guilty ’(from Empress Palpatine)
HE KEEPS HIS SILENCE. Dark gaze is directed to the ground near her feet, the dark landscape of Exegol obscuring his features in shadow. Their dyad bond hums intensely with their proximity-- through it he can feel her every emotion, at least, unless she’s hiding it from him.
Ben doesn’t know how to respond. Here, in this place, he too feels guilty. The Dark Side is heavy here-- and every moment he remains he grows closer to losing the small control he’s gained over it. Finally, he looks up. A flash of lightning reveals his face, dark eyes glistening.
“ guilt isn’t always bad, ” he murmurs, rising to his feet. “ but... you don’t need to feel guilty for things that aren’t your fault. ”
@mstrobiwan sent: “ leave your bandages alone. ”
HE STOPS PICKING AT THE EDGE of the bandage, a petulant scowl on his face. “ but it itches,” he grumbles, though his voice lacks the edge of conviction. He knows it’s not a good idea to aggravate a healing wound. But that doesn’t mean he won’t try to scratch it. Anakin Skywalker is a notoriously horrible patient. Difficult to get into medical at all-- and an absolute nightmare once he’s out.
HE'S NOT AN EASY MARK, BUT SHE'S BORED. it only makes sense to exercise her talents after so long out of the game; and she's seen some of the fine treasures astarion's picked up throughout their adventures. perhaps it's the challenge of nicking a few items off another skilled thief that thrills her. nevertheless, she finds her way into the vampire's tent while he hunts, their other companions fast asleep in their own bedrolls.
she doesn't take much, certainly not enough for him to notice. a necklace, a couple of rings, a rather nice bloodstone that will get her some decent coin. it's the sound of footsteps that stops her in her tracks--- how could he be back so soon? thinking quickly, she puts on the jewellery and throws herself into his bedroll, perched up on her elbow with opposite arm draped seductively over the curve of her waist.
as the tent opens up, she's posed and waiting, a mischievous gleam in her eye. " i've been a temptress for too long, " she drawls, tone low and sultry as her tail curls over her leg. perhaps if he sees how nicely his treasures compliment her, he'll forgive her sticky fingers.
@rogueless gets a lyric starter from glorybox by portishead!
"watch your step." valar comments to the other, instinct guiding his hand out to catch them by the arm. "the ground here is a bit rockier. you don't want to hurt yourself by a missed step." it's a natural concern for another person, "the tree roots are breaking above the ground, which pushes the rocks in a way that causes the path to be difficult to navigate." he keeps a hold of their arm, gentle, able to be pulled away from at any point, until both of them have gotten past the worst of the terrain problems.
"now, that's better." he grins, slightly.
@fangsdude | sc.
"i think that just shows how lonely this place is." the comment could almost be lost on the wind, valar looking over the tall cliff face down at the forest of gnarled and twisting trees below them. centuries of growth, undisturbed by anything but nature itself. "even the trees reach towards each other instead of upwards." they tilt their head, turning to look back at the other.
a hum, and a small smile, "in theory, what we've been tasked to find is down there within the forest itself."
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