#arachling

[sarastuss-a]

SHE IS NO STRANGER TO BATTLES, : on the contrary, ... IT SEEMS THAT IS ALL HER LIFE HAS BEEN! A CHOICE OF HER OWN, 𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘. she had witnessed just how gruesome battlefields can leave people, she too had worn blood that is not her own. ... but she does not think she is wrong in saying the other looks pleased with this look, CRIMSON DECORATING HIS ARMOR. @arachling ❛ well? how do i look? ❜

NO LIES COULD EVER TAINT HER TONGUE, : a blessing &. a curse of a golden heart. ( the most she could do was misguide slightly. ) 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 : raw, yet somehow so smoothly. ... TAKING OUT ENEMIES WITH EFFORTLESS EASE, as if he was built for battle. you can relate, can't you, hero? arms foled over her chest, IT IS TEMPTING, but she fights against the amused curl that threatens to form upon her lips. ❝ i don't think i am mistaken in saying you seem to be enjoying this look yourself. ❞

[n1ghtwarden]

' tlu k'jakr - ' comes the rough voice of the night warden, her own pale hands pressing into his side - a quick attempt to staunch the bleeding; and it occurs to her then, and only then, that this wound might run deeper than field splints and bandages might fix. the night warden can feel his blood on her fingers, her palms - warm and sticky and red; trickling slowly, evenly despite the pressure she applies. still, he grits his teeth - she can see it; that pain he swallows. seen, but never heard. fodder.

and for a moment, she is not here - the setting remains the same, the battle changes; and he is not himself, but another - so like him, in many ways. she'd patched his wounds then, too - a badge of pride, a mark of a raid well done - of an enemy destroyed. but the night warden has long since left that place, and a'byssel is not one of her men. they are gone - and this one remains. " your endurance is admirable - " the edge of command is a sharp blade that she wields with ease; tempered if only for a moment as her cold gaze lingers. " - but you need not lie to preserve your pride. " the silence that falls then is heavy - and minthara moves to rip some fabric from her pack; dousing it in cold water from one of her many waterskins before she presses it to a'byssel's armour, cleaning his wound; staunching the bleeding with a hand that has done this many, many times; oddly gentle, for once; soft where she once had been rigid. " do you think that i let my own bleed out on the battle field? what a poor excuse of a war mistress i would have made - hardly worthy of the title, were i to misuse such fighters. " her laugh is harsh - but it means well.

" i believe you may be beyond my own capabilities; but it is nothing some casting will not fix. do not worry, i will not let you bleed out all over my boots. it would be a waste of good leather; and that, i will not allow."

@arachling from here.

[bllakc4tmoved]

YOUR WICKED WAYS ARE KNOWN CAT : to strive to meet your own goals ━━━━ unfortunate ones are those who cross your path. her path is 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘 : not a villain, not a hero. GRACEFULLY AS ONE CAN EXPECT, SHE BALANCES THE LINE. ... actions that drove her, lead by the desires of her own heart &. mind. ━━━━ so it seems same applies to him, takes one to recognize another.

@arachling : “ maybe it makes me selfish. i don’t think it makes me wrong. “

&. HOW WELL YOU KNOW THIS WAY OF LIVING : corners of her lips tugged upwards, he gets to witness her signature smirk : 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 - it warns, but at the same time, it is dangerously enchanting. ( just like you yourself, thief. ) hands rise up into the air, though the action is done with certain laziness ━━━━ playfully mocking surrendering. ❝ you'll hear no objections from me, darling. ❞ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐘 : &. the way her lips curve, IT REVEALS SHE IS PROUD OF THE FACT.

[ravingardmoved]

“ they needed our help. the blade argues, not prone to outbursts until his values are encroached upon. the situation has ended in more than a bit of a mess, though it's nothing a few potions and some dinner won't help. nothing they can't afford, and @arachling does not have the same timer as the rest of them, surely they can spare a few hours.

“ you may be perfectly fine standing on the sidelines at the suffering of other's, but that isn't what i do.” which is to say, he is not capable of such acts. cruelty for the sake of self preservation . . . it is such a foreign concept he finds it unthinkable.

[refabled]

@arachling : plotted-ish starter.

she pulls up a seat beside him. and for a moment, fable is quiet. it's a pleasant sort of silence; comfortable. she smiles to herself, thinking of the quiet when they'd first met; how disconcerting it had been, back when she'd scarcely known a'byssel by more than name. ❝ I've been thinking, ❞ she starts, quietly, voice soft as the dawn itself. ❝ you remember what I said a few days ago? well, I wanted to say... that I meant it. and I wanted to make sure you really understand what that means. I know in your culture those sort of emotions aren't really... how is it... something that's discussed? ❞ she couldn't imagine that love didn't exist in drow society, but fable understood enough to know that it looked different than maybe what she would call love.

❝ for me, when I say I love you, I mean... I'd do anything for you. I mean, to be fair I'd do that for everyone in our party because I love them too, but–– ❞ a flush over her cheeks. ❝ I'm rambling. but, um– I just mean, I love you, so I look at you a lot. you're my first thought on the battlefield. I keep an eye out for sweet things I know you'd like. I care about you. I want you to be happy. I miss you, when you're not around. and, alright, I may have practiced this silly speech a few times. ❞ she grins, reaching out to give his wrist. ❝ anyway, you don't have to say anything back. I just wanted you to know, if that's alright. ❞

[saintsdawn-archive]

❛  try me.  ❜ / Florence!

two word sentences.

florence realized her mistake the moment the words left her mouth. it could be worse, she had joked. i’d tell you how, but you wouldn’t believe me. she had laughed, too. 

she isn’t laughing now, but she is staring. “ well. . . ” is there really a situation that compares to this? her mind searches for an answer – it conjures ash and smoke in the air, and blood on the streets. for the briefest of moments, she thinks she feels a white-hot pain in her shoulder.

“ well, we could be dead. ” it isn’t the answer, and she knows this. currently, it’s all @arachling will get. “ or we could be like the fools at moonrise. those would be worse, i think. ”

[bllakc4tmoved]

THE LONE FELINE THIEF, THE ROGUE THIEF! : that is who she is, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒 ... so satisfied with this morally grey path she walks. so why did she do it? ... why did she stay, &. fight a battle that was not her own? ' I'M GREEDY LIKE THAT ' - she could always say, as it was the truth. ( despite this sneaky feline never shying from misguiding. ) ... they walk away, 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 AS ONE SHOULD EXPECT, innocent lives spared, &. of course she wasn't above taking the tokens of gratitude offered. vixen features lack the signature charming smugness, instead appear lost in thought. @arachling ' a heart is a heavy burden. ' &. THERE IT IS, ... midnight kissed lips corners tugged upwards, a scoff follows suit. ( if you have sharp ears, you'll hear how her tongue is dipped into amusement. ) YOU'RE GOOD AT HEART, CAT. EVEN WHEN YOU CLAIM OTHERWISE. ❝ oh please. ❞ 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊 jade green hues perform a roll, elbow nudging his side. ❝ you fought as well. ❞

[bllakc4tmoved]

OH IF LOOKS COULD KILL, : your appearance would be the main culprit! ... but no, this time it is the way 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏, IT COULD CUT WOUNDS AS DEEP AS HER CLAWS COULD! arms crossed, head tilted to her side, ... observing every single sentence coated by a white curtain : misguiding is her thing, she is bound to call others' bluff. ( takes one to recognize another! ) their arrival to back to the city has been, something, &. this warm welcome by lord gortash is 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄. his glances at her, too inspecting, whilst making making rounds of each &. every one of them : commenting them on their past, their achievements. never forgetting to take subtle, low blows. &. THEN HE EVEN DARES TO LEAVE A SUGGESTION OF COOPERATION, she wanted to scratch him to pieces then &. there, ... ❝ i loathe that man. ❞ a sharp hiss, as they exit the grand hall. his brainwashed soldiers around, but far enough away to offer the group privacy. a'byssel by her side.

&. THEN COMES THE SUGGESTION, : @arachling ' i’ll kill them,   just say the word. ' only for a split second, do her hues widen : before that all too familiar smirk curls lips glossed black! ❝ is that a hint of care i detect in your tone? ❞ brow raised beneath 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊, THE THIEF RATHER HOLDING ON TO HER SECRET EVER SINCE THE START. a breathy chuckle escapes with her exhale, its' tune leaking with yet another tease. ❝ though i suspect you say that to all the girls. ❞ 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄, ... referring to the fact that killing was never a problem to him. ( but usually it is for his own benefit, so allow the cat to have her curiosity sparked! ) ❝ as much as i'd want to go for it already, i am afraid the others are right about using him for our own benefit for now. ❞ THAT KIND OF GAME SHE WASN'T A STRANGER TO, AFTER ALL. ❝ but when the moment comes, i want in. ❞