#adeth

[aldovah]

@adeth : ❝ you’re going? i’ll miss you. ❞

“ i thought i'd done a better job at sneaking out. ” he should consider himself happy this wasn't a job — his cover would be blown and who knows what would have happened. perhaps being caught by maien was worse — this was supposed to be swift. leave and hope no one noticed. maybe he should have known better — then again, he can't recall the last time anyone wanted him around. maybe it should be a compliment that his friend seemed sad he was going. “ i just need to clear my head for awhile. i know, funny. but this whole thing . . . ” it's overwhelming. forced comeradery with people he'd never speak to otherwise came to be too much, and he needed a way out. he's just sorry maien was caught in the crossfire. “ i will be back eventually. but i need to leave. ” ásgeirr sighs, pulling his tiefling friend into a hug. “ i promise. ” he whispers — and he means it.

[darkgifted]

[ shoulder ]  –  for the sender’s muse to place a hand on the receiver’s shoulder to comfort them, or stop them. / from lae'zel ❤️

𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 in the shifting firelight, a usual evening of wandering about camp abandoned in favor of solitude. she still feels that darkness, the horror of that hag's gallery, lingering beneath her skin. even now, a finger reflexively scratches an angry welt against her forearm as if to somehow wrench it free, drain it from within. where her thoughts had been dark earlier, muddled and stormy, she finds her mind very nearly blank from the weight of exhaustion.

for that, the sudden weight of a hand against her shoulder her has her flinch. tired gaze shifts and, immediately, verdant coloring & a warrior's scars betray its owner. arlis waits for chastisement, for the inevitable assessment that finds her wanting, but it doesn't come. instead, much to her surprise, there is the faintest squeeze of battleworn fingers.

bewilderment is all but immediately replaced with quiet appreciation and arlis' fingers gently move to rest over lae'zel's own. it is no small gesture from the githyanki, one that arlis thinks she has perhaps earned. it also serves as a reminder that, for all her ferocity, there is some ounce of gentleness lingering within the fighter at her side. her words come as a soft but undeniably sincere murmur, barely audible above the dying fire.❛ thank you, lae'zel. ❜

[afraidofchange]

[ CHALLENGE ]:     in a motion designed to challenge the receiver’s authority, sender pins receiver against the wall. / also lae'zel and rama... hehe

@adeth | for Rama Wolfbluff

"It's my decision," Rama warns, tone a little sharper than her usual drawl, rasp heightened on every syllable. Yet, she can tell from Lae'zel's body language - agitated, flighty, and tense - that her answer is not sufficient, not enough, and not the right one.

Like lightning, the githyanki crosses the space and Rama's shoulders meet the rough stone of the cavern wall; taking shelter from the storm has taken priority, and set them back from travelling the mountain road, but it was made for the safety of them all lest they be struck down by the gods or drowned in the rain. The githyanki creche will just have to wait. Days on the road have built up tensions, made them all tired and irritable, and she is certain this is the result.

Pushed hard enough where flesh will certainly bruise, Rama raises her hands, gripping tightly to Lae'zel's biceps, head canting to the side. Dark, greying hair frames both sides of her face; a flash of lightning illuminates the mouth of the cavern and the white of her eyes. "We will get there when we get there..." Still calm, Rama doesn't yet push back against Lae'zel firm, hard grip of her still-armoured forearm against her throat; she can all but feel the other woman's breath on her skin, and see that fire behind her eyes. "We'll need the rest... now unless you intend to act on this... I suggest you let go before I force you to."

Divine power rests at the paladin's finger tips; a thunderous smite worthy of competition with the storm just outside their shelter could end this, quickly.

[afraidofchange]

[ HUSH ]: as a means of getting the receiver to stay quiet, the sender covers their mouth and ends up shoving them into a wall in their urgency. / lae'zel and rama :3

@adeth | for Rama Wolfbluff

Plate armour to any capacity does not make for the stealthiest approach. Rama knows this, as she is certain Lae'zel does, and the two have chosen a more direct path towards an imminent fight ahead, where the sounds of clashing swords and shields fill the valley below, echoing through the covered stone tunnel they now steadily traverse through.

Yet, as they separate from their quieter companions, Lae'zel hears something above the noise that Rama does not, and no sooner does the fighter push the paladin back into an alcove of the bridge, calloused hand clamping down over her mouth to muffle any sound of shock or protest. For her lithe frame, Lae'zel's strength moves not only a woman so often steadfast on her feet, but one wearing heavy armour. Golden brown eyes narrow, but through the darkness of the tunnel she can see the vague shapes, depicting another troupe of goblins scurrying through to the fight. Had it not been for Lae'zel's quick movement - despite the way she can all but taste her fingers and smell her sweat - they would've been subject to a close quarters ambush, twice outnumbered.

Once certain the troupe has passed, Lae'zel drops her hand, though stays momentarily close.

"A little warning might've been nice," Rama remarks, raspy voice kept low. Yet, she does not push Lae'zel out of her space, only meeting the other woman's eyes in the dark. "I might not have bit you by mistake..."

[triicksta]

it’s a fucking mess ,  to be honest with you . / also karlach for midge!! ( @adeth )

" aaack, tell me about it! " the exasperation radiates off of her in waves - no need for their linked tadpoles to betray her feelings. her nose wrinkles, her lips curl, her feet bounce restlessly one after the other, and one might recognize it as the precursor to a tantrum. ( not that midge has tantrums, of course. no, never. )

" everyone is so - tense, and angry, and i suppose i am too, and i hate that. oh, i'm so jealous of you. you get to hit things to get the rage out. i do that, i barely make a dent with this - fuckin' quarterstaff. " to demonstrate, she lifts her trusty staff with fervor and pulls it back down with a firm smack against a box of supplies. perhaps the blow sets a nail a little crooked, but beyond that, it shows little trace of the warlock's fury. if a wooden box could cast vicious mockery.

[triicksta]

it’s so good to have company .  for a long time ,  i was on my own . / from karlach for midge! // @adeth

surrounded by devils and hell-beasts and who-knows-whats, yet always alone... midge tries to wrap her mind around it, to swap places, but just the thought sends a spike of icy fear through her core. how is it that karlach runs so hot, when loneliness is so cold? she shivers the sensation off her shoulders at the thought and inches a little closer, if to seek a bit of the heat radiating from the furnace.

" i can't imagine, " the warlock muses, shifting in her seat uncomfortably. " i've never - heh - growing up, always other kids around, and now my patron, i don't think i've ever gotten a moment alone... but, hey! - you're in luck, then! i happen to be excellent company. i know at least a hundred jokes to bust your gut, and plenty of party tricks! "

[aldovah]

@adeth : will you be a hero whose name is remembered in song throughout the ages?

it was a thought that made his stomach churn — the thought of being remembered was something beyond his wildest imagination. it was sheer misfortune that stuck him on that ship, that forced that tadpole into his mind. then again, maybe it was a fresh start. he didn't need to kill anymore. he could be that hero that maien mentioned — but then again, he could just stay the same. there were so many things to consider, people to meet, people to decide if he wanted to help. ásgeirr sighs, resting his head in his hands as lavender eyes fixate on the ground beneath him, attempting to calm the stirring in his mind that hasn't quite stopped since awakening on that cursed vessel. “ ask me that again once we've got these things out of our minds. ” he says, turning his head to peek at his friend through dirty fingers. “ don't think those types of songs are written for people like me. sounds more like shadowheart's kind of deal. unless you're writing it. then maybe . . . ”

[ltcommanderandroid]

@adeth / Geordi said: I'm more worried about you.

To be concerned about another when they were in a situation of potential emotional upheaval was a hallmark of human friendship and, indeed, a quality of friendship in most sentient societies. On many occasions, Data had wondered whether his own friends resented that he could not offer that to them in turn, though it in no way diminished his appreciation of Geordi's concern... despite that it was rather wasted on him.

They sat in Ten Forward, filled with people and voices and yet... empty. Though he could not feel the pain, the anguish of grief that humans described in their literature and personal testaments in relation to the loss of a love one, he understood when it was mentioned that grief came with it the strange expectation that the lost individual might, by some impossibility of the universe, come walking back into a place they once frequented and that sensation of... incompleteness when they never did.

Yesterday, he had spent several hours in this very seat whilst Lal waited the tables of the ship's bar, observing her interactions with the crew, and the increasing ease of the same, and now... there was only that emptiness.

Silent following Geordi's question, he formulated an answer. "As I cannot mourn, your concern would seem to be unfounded. I would prefer..." he hesitated a moment, golden eyes flicking over towards his friend, "I would prefer that, rather than directing such feeling toward me, you instead grieve her in my stead." Someone should. "If you wish to help me, then that would be the best method by which to do so."

A new variable presented itself, and Data blinked, "Or are you worried that I might suffer a similar cascade failure?"