#ariaswords

[decarios]

It felt like a whole other world at camp. Like time around them had stopped, and that he could just talk to a girl he really liked. And, if he wasn't mistaken, he thought that @ariaswords might like him too. So, when she wandered over to him at their camp that night, he willed his heart to stop pounding in his chest as she parted her way through the various tieflings who have joined them for the night. He didn't think he could feel like this for anyone after Mystra, but he's happy Ashlyn proves him wrong.

“ You know, I'm glad you decided to come see me. ” He closes the book he'd been semi reading — he was distracted watching Ashlyn engage with the party, completely enchanted by her. “ The way you've handled everything since we traveled together... I'm really impressed by you. ”

[favoriteache]

"witch," she spits, "miracle-maker," she murmurs. it's a song, it's a prayer, the girl's hands gripping the edge of the table as if to prevent herself from reaching forward, for the twin. "they are looking for you, you know. everywhere." she sinks in her seat, sighing, her body a mismatched jigsaw puzzle, full of thin white scars. absentmindedly, her thumb swipes across the one that connects her other thumb to the hand. "everywhere but here. we can help each other." she smiles, sweetly. it looks off. it falls flat. a discordant little note in a rather worrying symphony. "don't you want to be helped?"

&&. @ariaswords (for ash)

[f1sts]

𖥻 │▌ 𝙰 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙲𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙵𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙴, 𝙺𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙷 : ❝ 𝚆𝙾𝚆. 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝙰 𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷 𝙾𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄. ❞

❛ ────says the objective lord of fuckin' mouths, ❜ retort that snapped off the edges of brawler's teeth, strictly without malice. there's a glint of humour nestled within grey ; a smirk toying at the edges of her scarred mouth. ALL CHARACTERISTICALLY SUBTLE, YET JUST DISTINGUISHABLE ENOUGH.

vi arched an eyebrow, toying the weight of her sword to keep her upper body in a state of movement. stillness meant letting the exhaustion in [ ... ] temptation of forbidden fruit. reactions would become slow, uncoordinated. whether her opponent was @ariaswords ( or really anyone in their party, ) she needed to be on top of her game .. they were all accomplished warriors in their own right.

like a dog on a painfully short lead, vi paced her side of the proverbial line in the sand ( impatiently waiting to strike. ) ❛ so .. we doin' this? or are you just gonna stand there all day clickin' your damn tongue? ❜

[anoffering]

It felt like a whole other world at camp. Like time around them had stopped, and that he could just talk to a girl he really liked. And, if he wasn't mistaken, he thought that @ariaswords might like him too. So, when she wandered over to him at their camp that night, he willed his heart to stop pounding in his chest as she parted her way through the various tieflings who have joined them for the night. He didn't think he could feel like this for anyone after Mystra, but he's happy Ashlyn proves him wrong.

“ You know, I'm glad you decided to come see me. ” He closes the book he'd been semi reading — he was distracted watching Ashlyn engage with the party, completely enchanted by her. “ The way you've handled everything since we traveled together... I'm really impressed by you. ”

[cseavers]

i appreciate the chivalry. - annie january

this set is . . . well it's busy . way more busy than colt anticipated , for some reason . actually , he's pretty sure it hasn't been this busy , at least not that he's been witness to , so far . everyone looks like they're scrambling , a couple interns ( andrew and sam , he's pretty sure . he introduced himself last week ) look near frantic as they race by -- he just barely manages to pull back at the last second and save his coffee , small miracles . he's so occupied looking around , trying to figure out the source of the commotion , that he doesn't realize that he's holding the stage door open -- or , rather , he doesn't realize who he's holding it open for .

he blinks , glances down , blinks some more . " you are very welcome , ma'am . " he manages to get it out -- after a good five seconds of staring stupidly , and taking a few jogged steps to catch up . he's only really met her a handful of times , which is why he feels so surprised to see her . he's sure she's been here , somewhere on set , doing her job -- it just seems like colt's job has been on the opposite end for the past couple of weeks . he's always either jumping out a window , or telling someone how to rest the muscle they just pulled .

" i mean i wouldn't really -- call it chivalry , just being polite , you know ? but i guess common human decency kind of goes out the window sometimes , like i do . anyways , " he breathes , stopping only for the few seconds it takes him to take a drink , the furrow in his brow growing as he watches one of his safety crew rush by , " something going on ? did the set like , explode while i was on break ? "

[cseavers]

i'm gonna go for a walk. - trinity santos

colt is really lucky this er staff seems friendly , because this is the third time he's landed himself here in a month . and he's really , really starting to question if this is one of those ' cursed sets ' people get all tripped up about . colt's not superstitious enough to believe in stuff like that , and there are a few new people helping run safety checks this shoot , but jesus christ . the first time was for a mild concussion , which those are normally half colt's fault anyways , but production had demanded he get checked out anyways . the second time was a sprain in his pinky -- really weird injury , really not that big of a deal , but again -- production was up stunts ass this shoot . and now he's here again , and this time his wrist is wrapped up in a pre-cast because some dumbass shot off the air canon way too early and it'd knocked down the metal beam they were trying to move and it had landed right on top of his arm . fucking fantastic .

he's in the long process of waiting to be discharged , awkwardly cradling his phone and trying to text his brother with one hand -- the spelling errors are going to haunt him forever , he can just tell , when she speaks . to him . he thinks . she's looking at him anyways , " um . . . okay . " he shifts , the point of his shoe pressed to the ground , sort of glances behind him and -- why would someone be behind him . its the wall behind the bed , colt , jesus . " can i come ? please say this is because i said i was going to die without coffee . you'd be a saint , doctor santos . " haha , get it ? oh my god he has to stop .

[favoriteache]

cont. with @ariaswords

it was awful; so awful. a scream stuck in her throat, grating the inside of her esophagus until it was just shreded tender flesh. cold snow that wouldn't melt under feverous fingertips. the world has ended and it's wearing jackie's face. there's movement, a shoulder against hers, but shauna knows… shauna remembers… "when we go back." she echoes, and it's a murmur, it's assent, like her throat won't hurt forever. she isn't sure anymore what it was that she was screaming about. "do we even have any mascara left? i thought you used it all for the party." is the question she settles on, a piece of reality that can only be answered with a yes or no: either it is, or it is not. it doesn't even have to make a sound.