#brainburrow

[dovaeh]

bites but for real (you asked you receive) // kas ofc

unprompted ( kind of ) bites. accepting?

the jump is more at the startle of it than any pain,  pinpricks of sharp teeth not unpleasant even with the indents left on the bare flesh of her arm.  maesena will die before she admits anything of the sort,  though,  so she hisses at her and swings -  just a light thwack to wherever it lands -  before rubbing the spot.

"you little -!"  ( well, big ) bastard!  "i didn't mean bite me literally!"

[empcrer]

@brainburrow inquired – "Your returns are always pleasant." The other illithid speaks in its collected manner, paired with hands held behind back as it arose from the depths of tower where mind had been focused upon research until now. But never did its composure hide the sincerity of statement... not that it was the type to pretend as is. // ome awoke to say hi to emp <3

𝐀𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, there was a miff of frustration coiling around his mind. But when he pulls his cloak back and feels Omeluum’s warmth, such meaningless emotions fade.

" Ome, " tenderness encircled his partner’s mind. And without even setting down his satchel, he levitates to it with his hands presented, desiring to feel its touch. On his left palm, though, is a decently sized cut- the mark of a foolish adversary.

" Returning to you makes me all the more eager to come home. " His maw chitters, akin to a purr.

[nctmnstr]

@brainburrow

The man was huge - bigger then most Lizardfolk anyones ever seen. He had to duck to get into the tavern, hunched over in the room, he took a short glance around, eyes finally landing on the bar. Trudging forward, tail dragging, he seemed okay just sitting on the floor - knees creaking as he dropped.

He barely looked up at the Dragonborn nearby, simply gesturing for a drink. The mug put in front of him was dwarfed in his massive hands, but he didn't seem to mind that much. "Leave tha' bottle." He muttered, tossing a gold piece on the counter top.

[saintsdawn-a]

“ why be the rabbit when you can be the wolf ? ”

↬ @brainburrow, as kas, liked for a starter!

[dovaeh]

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight // from kas I couldn't stop myself from the fight one

kiss & tell. accepting.

this would be inevitable even if mae hadn't provoked her.  it's the weight of despair this shadow cursed land has,  she thinks,  and of course the horror of what lies in their future.  what gets closer with each wretched day.  it makes her feel like a caged animal,  like a trap ready to snap closed.  and for all that kas has grieved her,  mae thinks this is fair:  sharing the overflow of her broiling anger,  engaging in a fight without that stupid smirk or the flicking flirtations on her tongue.

not that they've laid hands on each other…  yet.  it's tempting,  now and many nights before,  but the paladin has always been successful in convincing herself that their energy is better spent on the task at hand than fighting amongst themselves.  really,  they should be sleeping right now.

instead they've been banished to the rickety house overlooking the camp,  hissing and snapping as the anger holds her tight around the throat,  knots of anguish unrelentingly tight in her chest even as she lets her frustrations out.  somehow none of this is making her feel better.  later regret might wash over her and she might even apologize,  speak more softly and more sweetly,  but for now she only presses even harder.

and half expects that kas stooping down so suddenly is to start a real fight herself.  mae braces herself for impact but still she's rattled by the shock of lips against hers,  a hand that hooks around the back of her neck.  for a moment surprise isn't enough to drown out the anger and she considers biting her,  but that too fades quickly.  her focus falls from the tightness in her chest and onto the body she's drawn into,  the mouth that only seems more eager when she kisses back.

it's a rare indulgence she doesn't want to end,  so she loops one arm around kas' neck and keeps her close,  the other hand settling over the spikes at her jaw.  the feel of sharp teeth against her lip and the heat of the warlock's tongue in her mouth both make her head spin,  heart thundering in her chest,  but it solidifies in her mind that of all she might feel later, she will certainly not feel regret.

[prodigum]

@brainburrow : My  muse  catches  your  muse  staring  and  smirks,  tilting  their  head.  “See  something  you  like?” / kas & gale

𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 , the birth of some bright light. hope and all its side effects. violet when it sings to the night sky. the way the lilies bend toward the pond. free and willing and wanting. has until the mourning dove sings , and time feels slowed.

cheeks flush at being caught in the act , muted shades of fire amber.   ❝   it appears i’ve been caught.   ❞   a brief smile before his expression softens. some part shy and some part bright. looks his age , all wrinkled in the corners of his eyes. thinking about tomorrow and today as though they were both outstretched and thriving.   ❝   pardon my staring.   ❞   voice is firm with some grander meaning. something sitting in the back of his throat. eager. controlled. 

❝   it has only just occurred to me how wonderful you look in the moonlight.   ❞   earnest. eyes lit from their consumption of the very sight — reflecting and devouring. aching for closeness and yet reservation weighs him down. eyes drop — to hands , to waist. back to eyes. smile returns , half committed. half cautious. the morning some inevitability and the night filling his chest.

[clawedxmoon]

Ω Running a hand over their collar bone or décolleté // from kas teehee

Meme I lost - No longer accepting!!

Golden eyes flicker down at the Argonian, admiring her beauty as she knelt before the Khajiit. Zeza giggled a little as her scaly hand move along her collar bone with such gentleness. Clawed hand gently reached out to cup under her jaw, tilting her head up to meet her gaze with desire and need. She leans over to kiss her gently on the snout. ❝Don't be shy, my love. You can have a taste.❞ She teases, sticking her tongue out at her playfully.

[duelblades]

"i really do loathe it when they scream," fingers pinch the bridge of her nose with a shake of her head and a sigh. odd looks are a dime a dozen these days, considering the group she's travelling with --- their little limbic stoways included. but the giant black displacer beast attempting to do a figure eight around her legs vying for her mistress' attention is apparently a step too far. "i mean, look at her." she gestures with her chin down to the feline now sitting stoically beside her boots. 

( baby, for her part, adds her two cents to the conversation with a shake of her massive head and a sneeze. )

"who wouldn't adore that face?"

@brainburrow / 💜 starter call for kasaen.