#bardliing

[4rchdevil]

He Must experience a hug. So Nym happily puts her arms around his waist and pulls him in for a tight, squishy embrace, her chin against his chest to look up at him. "There we go. Not so bad, is it?" :3c

›   𝑼𝑵𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑫 ╱ always accepting.

and he felt . . . nothing. like a phone with no connection, something must have been broken. shattered and unrepairable. something of a past long forgotten , a mortal being he no longer recognized. his muscles were stiff as she pulls him in for an embrace. the slightest touch was like air brushing against skin, but then he looked down at nym, her eyes staring up at him, innocence and purity things he lacked, rolled into one perfect bliss. alluring and tempting, to only reach out. it was enough to soften his stance, hands instinctively wrapped around her waist but then he pulls back, ❛ i think that's quite enough... ❜ lest he starts to feel something. and he lets go.

[banefulbenevolence]

bardliing asked:

"i can't tell if you're being silly or serious."

"Deadly serious, I never make an offer that I do not intend on fulfilling." He offers her a charming smile to go along with his glib words. How easily they come and how effortlessly he plays his rakish role. "Your voice is perfection. I must bring you on to a little side project that I am doing. The pay, I assure you, is quite generous."

[hexxbound]

"I could..." Nym then rests her chin on her hands. "But I'm not going to now. Does it bother you that I'm looking?"

"Do as you wish, until I find a reason to want you in a prison cell."

[galefcrce-archived]

Don't want to give the boot a lil nibble?

@bardliing ¦ joking with a very literally Gale

"Why would I want to eat the boot? That's clearly not how the consumption works, Nym." Gale, oblivious to the joke, genuinely pondered if Nym had misinterpreted his need for magical items. Eating them sounded horrific; he severely doubted that his bowels would be capable of passing even a quarter of the objects he had consumed.

"Essentially, I pull the essence of the Weave from the object into my own body. Once within me, the orb greedily consumes every last drop and is temporarily sated. Otherwise, it will begin to consume me. I can't speak for yourself, but I'd hope that you agree here. I would much rather a boot be consumed than my very being. If I fail that, well, the results would be costly."

[dirgeforthedead]

"if one were to hug you, in theory, would you stab them? Asking for... Science." // @bardliing

Dirge blinks at the sudden and random question, before her expression takes on a look of consideration far greater than the question perhaps warranted, tail flicking from one side to the other in thought.

It would seem she is taking great pains to take into account all the possible variables before giving her answer.

"A surprise hug might get someone stabbed."

A beat.

"If I weren't to know the person, that would most certainly get them stabbed."

Another beat.

"Also have I drawn blood recently? ... Or am I bleeding, for that matter..."

She does not elaborate on what answer or combination of would or would not lead to a stabbing.

"... And did they stab me first? .... Or during?"

"Hm... Aside from those points, it should, in theory, be as safe as to hug me as anyone else."

[hellscaress-a]

ok but obviously I ship Rae/gorty BUT ALSO I am totally up for potentially rolan/nym >:) as if that poor guy doesn't suffer enough

Who do you ship with my muse?

obviously?? i dunno. . . i don't think it's obvious enough.🤔 lmao but yay, awesome!

[galefcrce-archived]

offers gale a magic boot 🥾

"Oh, boots of Misty Step," he remarked, accepting the boots graciously and inspecting them with interest. Tilting the sole towards the sky, his eyes narrowed as he made a very interesting discovery. "These are indeed quite useful, though it would be wise to peruse the 'fine print', so to speak. Unless you enjoy traversing the battlefield with only these boots, leaving your attire in a heap where you once stood, I'd advise saving their magic for moments of dire need."

Returning the boots to Nym, a mischievous smile played upon his lips.

"Or... you might consider reserving them for a prank?" As pause. "Not me! I've shown I already know the trick before you even try it."

[hellscaress-a]

offers Rae some lemon cookies she's baked 🥺

the precipitous scent of warm citrus was unlike anything the drow had experienced before, inhaling in a deep breath before leering at the tiefling. perhaps there was a reason for the strong aroma - laced with poisoned, perhaps? she sniffs again, unable to detect anything strange, and yet. . . she did not trust it right away, shoving them back with a keen look of caution.

❝ i'm not hungry — you can have them. ❞