#athairnimhe

[kaedwenistout]

// @athairnimhe​ asked “what items can be found in your muse’s pockets?, talk about your muse’s most prized possession(s), something that makes your muse smile” for Reaver //

We all know Reaver loves material possessions and decadence, so he carries around quite a few valuable trinkets daily. They change often since he’s very easily bored, but they usually include some keepsakes from his latest conquests - jewelry, ribbons, coins, belt buckles, etc. Valuable, pretty things. He’s a bit of a magpie honestly. He also carries around a small locket-sized portrait of himself, just because. His most prized possession by far is his Dragonstomper, which took him an inordinate amount of effort to steal. It’s also damn near impossible to make Reaver genuinely smile, but he likes it when people do things for him without being asked. It’s flattering!

[kaedwenistout]

// @athairnimhe​ asked “🎶” for Reaver //

Reaver listened intently as Narcyz sang, reclined on the plush chaise lounge that had been pulled into the music room from the hall. Various guests milled about, each just as enthralled by the incubus as Reaver himself. He couldn’t blame them, of course - Narcyz’s voice was beautiful, as was his visage. Incomparably fair and handsome, and very possibly the only person Reaver would accept being more glamorous than himself.

As the song ended, he realized a crowd had assembled in the room - the near-thunderous clapping was evidence of the sheer amount of people who’d been drawn in. A handful of guests were pressed through the doorway, desperately craning their necks to get a view of the performing incubus. Reaver strode to where Narcyz sat at the head of the room, taking the man’s hand and placing a lingering kiss against his knuckles.

“Bravo, my dear. It seems you truly are a man of many talents.” Reaver purred, straightening back to his towering height. “You seem to have attracted quite the gaggle of devotees.”