#astraltouch

[crosaidi]

[ soothe ] sender kisses receiver to stop them from shaking ( from essek ) @astraltouch ⇢ different kinds of kisses

One  would  think  there  wouldn’t  be  much  that  rattled  him  these  days.  He’s  a  warrior,  above  all:  he’s  fierce,  he’s  reckless,  he’s  brave  to  near  to  the  point  of  foolishness.  But  this  fight  had  been  brutal,  bloody,  held  together  by  the  skin  of  his  teeth  and  for  a  moment  he’d  been  near  convinced  everything  was  about  to  end  here.

But  that  wasn’t  the  reason.  

The  undead  bronze  dragon  under  the  city  had  caused  a  tangle  of  emotions  and  haunting  memory  to  take  him  by  the  throat;  he  was  angry,  indignant,  felt  like  weeping,  and  wasn’t  even  sure  who  for.  And,  beyond  that  — it’s  the  haunting  of  another  memory,  the  one  that  stays  stubbornly  unclear,  of  what  happened  those  years  ago,  and  those  great  rotting  skeletal  teeth  leave  something  cold  and  old  and  heart-racing  somewhere  in  his  chest.  

He  left  the  others  as  soon  as  the  fight  was  over,  staggering  his  way  back  through  to  the  entrance  to  the  room,  sloshing  through  water,  feeling  chilled  to  the  bone.  "  'm  fine,  "  he  says,  thick,  as  he  hears  another  come  up  to  him,  only  softening  when  he  realizes  who  it  is.  And  the  little  kiss  that’s  offered  — soothing,  bracing,  brief  — make  it  ever-so-obvious  just  how  rattled  he  truly  is.    

"  'm  just  ——  "  And  he  realizes  he’s  still  holding  his  sword;  radiant  flame  still  licks  down  it,  and  he  extinguishes  it  before  sheathing  it;  he’s  rambling.  "  Just  —— needed  some  air,  fuckin’  reeked  in  there  like  —— like  rotting  lizard.  "

[proelio-procusi-a]

@astraltouch asked: [ peck ] a quick, light kiss on the partner's cheek (to vax from gilmore, if he'd like one)

Vax wasn't expected the soft kiss to his skin but there was something about the kind affection that had the half-elf smiling and turning to look at Gilmore with a pleased smile.

"And what do I owe for that lovely pleasure?"

[crosaidi]

[ SHIELD ]: sender uses their own body to shield the receiver from an attack. (from essek) @astraltouch / shining armor

He’s  not  a  defensive  fighter.  It’s  just  not  who  he  is;  he  knows  how  to  use  a  shield,  and  has  fought  with  one  plenty,  but  he  favors  reckless  and  relentless  brutality  in  a  fight  over  defensive  caution.  The  faster  the  fight’s  over,  the  less  he  has  to  worry  about  someone  getting  taken  down  on  his  watch  — and  oh,  is  he  good  at  drawing  ire.  It’s  hard  to  ignore  the  one  wading  right  in  the  middle  of  it  all,  wielding  a  blade  set  aflame  with  radiant  fire.  

There’s  a  crack  of  magic  from  far  afield,  and  he  doesn’t  even  have  the  wherewithal  to  figure  out  what’s  happening  — only  that  Essek  is  right  there,  right  there,  and  he  swears,  curses,  the  flame  surrounding  the  blade  guttering  and  flickering  out  abruptly  as  an  almost  desperately  reflexive  shield  of  faith  wraps  'round  the  wizard,  and  he  catches  him  one-armed,  turning  just  in  time  to  see  a  goblin  from  behind  he  hadn’t  seen  take  an  arrow  from  one  of  their  allies.  "  What  the  hells  are  you  ——  Essek?  Essek!  "  

[vigilant-cleric]

❛ tell me what you want. ❜ from wylan in his dnd verse (i was thinking, 'what if their first meeting was a one night stand?' it's totally cool if you'd rather not, i know that's bold)

They had met at a tavern - nothing unconventional, though the native from Waterdeep may have noticed that Ashen was often alone at the counter. Not that he minded being left in peace to his drink, of course. But he knew the reason; he was a chaplain, known as such by most Baldurians even out of his robes, and who would dare to risk acting drunk and obscene around a man of the cloth?

But Wylan did not know who he was. Ashen merely introduced himself as a soldier of the Flaming Fist - not wrong, by all accounts, but not the entire truth. There was immediate attraction between the two of them, flirty banter, and he did not want his religious functions to intrude between the two of them. For years he had held himself back from any physical contact because he was entirely surrounded by mercenaries and worshippers he could not allow such vulnerability around. This was not a problem with his new acquaintance.

"You, under me. Not getting up until you've melted under my touch."

The cleric may have taken the lead, but he was the service type - in intimacy as in regular life. He longed to feel it again - warm skin under his fingertips, the satisfaction that came from hitting just the right spot, the slow unravelling of his lover from waves of pleasure. Follow with his promise, he did indeed. Taking advantage of the strength acquired from years of military service, he gently lifted the other man to lay him onto the bed, lips meeting in a fiery kiss, bared skin against bared skin.

[proelio-procusi-a]

@astraltouch asked: 12. for  a  threatening  starter . (if you're comfortable with it, for wylan in his dnd verse from lucien)

The tiefling was holding his blade out in front of him, tilting the other's chin to meet his gaze. One brow was raised and despite the devil may care body language everything felt cold and calculated with one knew were to look. "And what are you doing?" His voice was an easy lilt even as his blade put enough pressure to dent but not break skin.

[vigilant-cleric]

[ no go ] ― what wouldn't they do? what turns them off?

Though he's open-minded with lovers, devils are a no-go, in MOST cases. He absolutely hates devils after being involved in the Avernus wars. Only exception would perhaps be devils that actively did not use their powers for evil or only if they were forced to do so, but his ethics will always win over his libido. That's the case with any other species, though; he loves domination in a playful dynamic, but having no consideration for morals will always be a turn-off to him no matter how attractive the person is.

Also do not ask him to do anything blasphemous against Helm's statue or Helm-related items, that's still a no-go zone. The altar in the Tabernacle is fine though. Wink wink.

[vigilant-cleric]

i'm only going to slow you down. it's not worth it. (from essek, in his bg3 verse. also, nice to meet you! we can plot first if you like, or we could go with the usual "we're both tadpoled, so now we're adventuring together" scenario)

"There's really no worth in travelling faster by ignoring those who need help. It might suit some mercenaries, but not me."

Though his skills were mostly focused on warfare, Ashen was still proficient enough in healing spells to help the drow. And how could he be expected to act otherwise? He was a Helmite cleric; their values were duty above all, honour, assistance to those in need of them. There were less trustworthy encounters to be made on the road, that was for certain.

With his hand hovering over the open cut, knelt on the ground, the chaplain monitored the proper healing of the wound.

"May I ask how you got injured? This one is nasty. It will close in a moment, but even I struggle with it."

[proelio-procusi-a]

@astraltouch asked: 🎼 for Kai, Xifeng, and Caleb For every 🎼 I will give a song that I as a mun associate with my muse

Kai - Pink Walls - Elle Lexxa

Xifeng - Breathe - Fleurie

Caleb - Curses - Crane Wives