#barding-through-baldurs-gate

[natureswarden]

// from Maelis (@barding-through-baldurs-gate)

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"STOP PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!" PROMPTS || Open!

The sudden vehemence made him bristle momentarily, and he halted mid-step and only just bit back a snappy, aggressive retort of his own. Instead, he inhaled, held the breath, and exhaled. Since his return to the Shadow Cursed Lands, he found himself fidgeting more than usual, his patience on a thinner, tighter strung string than usual. Desperate to keep busy but struggling to peel himself from Art Cullaugh's bedside for too long, afraid he might miss something, anything he might mumble in his comatose state that would lead him to Thaniel.

But for his sanity, he did eventually leave, with explicit instructions to the Fist who minded him to find him if he awoke or uttered anything about Thaniel or the Shadowfell. He would help around the inn where he could or take the occasional walk to the boundary of Isobel's shield to clear his head. To distract himself from his own growing impatience with the process.

Now, he chose the latter, and he already mildly regretted it.

" My apologies, Maelis. I did not realize you sought solitude here, " he said, holding his hands up in silent apology. " If you need space, I will take my stroll elsewhere. "

[the--pretty--pink--princess]

( @barding-through-baldurs-gate, from Maelis)

"You'll be as depraved as the rest of us in no time."

Pomelia cheeks grew warm before she cast a withering side eye in the other pink tiefling's direction, her nose crinkling at his teasing remark. Despite all the blood on her hands and sins crawling up her back, she still clung to her royal roots. A more wild, carefree, if a little unhinged side of her had begun to bloom on this journey to remove tadpoles from their skulls and yet there were still some habits she couldn't shake. Like the fact that she still preferred pretty dresses and jewelry made of sparkling gems. Or the fact that she still bathed as often as possible, partaking in nightly routines where she lathered her skin with lotions, oiled her curls, and dutifully brushed the tangles from her hair and fur like she had been doing when Maelis had come to talk.

But the one thing that always brought a furious blush to her face each time was everyone's openness when it came to discussing more intimate matters. Lewd jokes and innuendos were tossed around in casual conversation without anyone blinking an eye. Well, no one except Pomelia who was still harboring the mortifying truth that she was almost entirely clueless about all of that. She'd never even kissed anyone. Gods forbid if Maelis were to learn of such a thing, she'd never hear the end of it.

"I should think not." she huffed, continuing to comb rose oil through her rosy, pink ringlets, though now with a bit more vigor. 

[natureswarden]

(From @barding-through-baldurs-gate)

🎶 What song instantly makes them emotional & why?

headcanon questions || Open!

[I won't pretend to know any DnD canon songs (which I imagine exist outside of the ones you can play in BG3) so I can't say any specific songs, but basically anything that was played just before the battle of Moonrise. Perhaps when they were preparing the night before, some celebrating and having a last hurrah before their attack. A few of the bards played different songs and people laughed and drank and danced.

I imagine those songs incite a particular ache in his chest for obvious reasons.]