#aeyln

[a-zif]

7ft

send your character's height and i'll compare it to mine. 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

[abyssmarked]

@aeyln asked : ❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜

‘ i find you— ’ there’s a brief pause as the succubus considers the proper word, arms folded over her chest, half - lidded eyes taking in the sight of her with a look of bitter disdain, ‘ — magnificent. ’ the word is uttered with such repugnance, face twisting as if she has tasted something sour. her own shoulder blades still ache from what was stolen from her, a precious part of her that she’ll never get back. she relied on her wings for so much, before the nautiloid, before she felt the need to hide what she is. she feels so foolish now, she hid the part of herself that made her strong, the part of herself that made her so menacingly beautiful. she depends on her wings heavily while hunting her prey ( and there’s still a target she must kill in baldur’s gate ), the idea of doing it all without her wings— nepharia is so incredibly overwhelmed with emotions, but the only one she knows how to do anything with is anger.

‘ you radiate divinity, the very sight of you demands reverence— your wings, ’ nepharia gazes upon them with covetous eyes, envious and unhappy, ‘ if i could rip them from your back and make them mine, i would not hesitate. yes, you revolt me. ’ maybe, in time, when wounds have better healed, nepharia might be nicer. but for now, the sight of the nightsong makes her stomach turn with frenzied jealousy.

[a-zif]

@aeyln / requested ♡

“dame aylin! moon sister! look — !”  āl azif beams excitedly, looking up at the moonmaiden's paladin as she holds up a handful of white, fluffy dandelions and blows air towards them propelling the tiny seeds to fly away.

[isobeal]

❛ you are my salvation. ❜

darker vibes.

     There  is  a  flutter  in  her  bosom  ,  a  rapid  beating  of  heart  that  had  been  silent  for  so  long  .  It  is  airy  ,  innocent  ,  the  flush  it  brings  to  her  cheeks  reminiscent  of  the  very  moment  they  first  laid  eyes  upon  one  another  .  The  words  from  her  beloved  awaken  something  deeper  ,  a  burning  stirring  in  her  belly  'fore  working  down  towards  her  thighs  .  A  hand  rises  to  meet  scarred  cheek  ,  tracing  the  gold  adorning  her  darling's  face  .  Isobel  is  keeping  herself  restrained  . 

     They've  a  few  watchful  eyes  on  them  ,  after  all  .

     '  And  you  ,  mine  .  I've  known  no  light  more  comforting  than  yours  ,  my  love  .  I  only  ask  that  you  allow  yourself  some  moments  of  rest  between  our  work  ;  you  spent  far  too  long  in  Shar's  wicked  darkness  .  '

A  smile  tugs  at  her  lips  ;  she  will  sweeten  the  deal  to  keep  dearest  resting  tonight  ,  if  she  must  .  '  I  suppose  a  little  time  in  bed  wouldn't  hurt  me  ,  either  ...  '

[sarastuss-a]

AN EXHALE, SHE SUMMONS HER LANCE FROM LIGHT, : 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇, as the sword materializes upon her grip. ( let the ancient power within you burn bright as the sun itself. ) WARRIOR OF LIGHT, YOU HAVE ANOTHER BATTLE TO FACE! this darkness suffocating, but her light is blinding ━━━━ what an exciting match this will be! &. the foes twisted &. turned by this darkness, a curse has consumed them! she feels sorry, she does ... no - one deserves such fate. 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, so no - one else has to suffer such fate. EVEN WHEN THE ODDS ARE AGAINST HER, EVEN WHEN SHE IS OUTNUMBERED : she will fight. she leaps high into the skies, explosive attacks delivered as she lands down, ... countless enemies fall, &. yet more shadows try to creep closer. she eyes her surroundings as her signature lance slashes &. pierces, light delivers devastating blows ━━━━ there are so many.

@aeyln : 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way .

AN ANGEL, A SAVING GRACE : a tight grasp felt upon her shoulders, ... 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃! lips dressed in black hang ajar, gaze lifted to meet HER SAVIOUR SEND FROM ABOVE. thousands of questions run through her mind, but she feels as if this isn't the correct moment to speak them. ❝ we need to go back! ━━━━ ❞ 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒, abandoning a battlefield not in her nature.

[mieluselul]

starter / @aeyln

" you're an angel ... " she sighs , gasps , takes in the sight. it's beautiful. dame aylin is beautiful. lord , how it burns her. " fuck. i think i'm jealous. " ( oh , & of course she is ⏤ but if the twitch of her brow weren't proof enough , then aylin could always look to the twitch of her own failed , fleshy wings , sporadic & sprained & bursting from her shoulder blades with little grace ... to be in the presence of true divinity ... it twists the knife. )

[divinelght]

❝ destiny is at your door; won’t you at least twitch the curtain? ❞

𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐔𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄 3 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 (𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 2) ― accepting , @aeyln!

Aurora forgets herself in the presence of Aylin. Even when it feels like all hope is lost and things have taken a turn for the worst, the other aasimar's company inspires something in the blonde, who is now seated at the base of a tree with her legs outstretched before her. She's felt. . .different since the battle with Kethric ― since the horrors she'd witnessed in the blighted lands surrounding Moonrise Towers. She's not sure what's responsible for the despair that sits so tightly in her chest now: the realization that the world outside of her home of Featherdale isn't what she imagined it would be or that the issue of the parasite plaguing her mind is much larger than she'd ever anticipated. Whatever the case, she bears the weight of it more prominently now. Aylin's company and her resilience are a temporary balm to her anguish. She tilts her head back, just as her shoulders finally relax, eyes following the sound of her voice until Aurora is peering up at her. "How can you be so certain that I'm the one destiny is searching for? Perhaps destiny has simply arrived at the wrong house."

[dreadgloom]

"Scars tell a story of survival. Care to share some of yours with me?"

scar survey starters . . . accepting . . . @aeyln

Though their body is littered with the marks of old wounds, they think they know of which scars the Dame is inquiring about. A hand runs over chin and neck as they consider what to say about the scars that cover them from lips to chest. ❝ When I was about half my current age, I sought to leave the Underdark. When I did . . . it didn’t not go as planned. I had heard my father talk about stars when I was young but I was so in awe that I didn’t register I was surrounded until it was to late. They beat me and took turns cutting my skin as a warning to stay off the surface before casting me back into the depths, ❞ the ranger explained. A long drag is taken from their pipe as the skin of their neck itches at thoughts of the old memory. Holding their breath just long enough, they exhaled with a slight cough. ❝ I don’t blame them for thinking I was still a Lolthite, though it did scare me of the idea of trying again for many years before I was more proficient in common. Funnily enough . . . those years later it was your mother’s underground temple I sought refuge at before I was helped to the surface. I don’t think I would have lasted much longer without the help of the clerics there . . . ❞