#celestialheal

[cambius]

@celestialheal i love this :’)

[starcunin]

@celestialheal 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 ﹕ ❛ how long has it been since you fed ? ❜

too long for his liking , but nienna’s question touches pointed ears like a dinner bell ringing within them. is the warlock eager to nourish him once again ? she did seem rather … enthusiastic the last time , 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 than astarion could have ever predicted her to be. he would even go as far as to assume that she quite enjoyed herself , and needless to say , her essence has certainly been on his mind. his first sip of blood from an intellectual creature , a taste more exquisite than even the finest brandy , a taste that has been forbidden to him for over two centuries.

❛ i’m feeling a tad peckish , truth be told , ❜ the spawn answers , using his hand as he speaks to hold his thumb and index finger slightly apart from one another. but then a wry smirk touches pale lips as he cocks his head slightly , ❛ why do you ask , darling ? has someone been thinking about the last time ? 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 , ❜ his voice is a soothing lull , half - lidded , crimson eyes finding nienna’s gaze.

[artisanals]

@celestialheal / holy crap , you're alive ...

the smile on her split lip makes a struggle toward brightness through the thick layer of exhaustion. she's so splattered with blood it makes her hair look fiery red — as red as the heat seeping from a wound over her ribs. ( your heart still pumps adrenaline and it keeps you from realizing the severity of your injuries ). hand stained with lifeblood smears across the bark of a tree as she uses it to prop herself up. ❛ it seems this life is not yet done with me, ❜ she greets with a broken voice. the bruise pain promised would blossom across her throat kept her tone quiet and rasping. her steps stumble as she enters the save haven of their camp, fire crackling already as the sun makes her descent for the day. ❛ a hand ? — ❜ it’s a quiet request for help as the extent of her injuries begins to settle achingly across her body.

[championsofthegate]

@celestialheal asked: "I swear I'm fine. Please, believe me," she pleaded to her companion as they moved on through the forest. Her cheeks were red from the heat and she had been sweating and shivering all night, but she was fine. It was just a cold.

"I don't think you are," Ayla said with a frown, studying their new found companion. Bright red cheeks, sweating and shivering. All signs of a fever from the looks of it.

"Maybe you should head back to camp and rest. There should be some herbs around here that can help, in any case. We can come back once we find some."

[eritvita]

"Have you lived a lonely life?"

@celestialheal

“Not so neither,” comes Roland softly, sat atop fallen log, mulched with mushrooms and skitterings of healthy centipedes, as he tenders to gentle flowers, flowing colors, onto a sumptuous crown of bushy flowers. He beams cheerfully, both dimples pressed in.

“For am I surrounded by Friends and the Promises of Friends, and new friendships of platonic and romantic Notes to spread forever onto the risings of pink Suns, and with the fall of the shining stars of Midnights. Life is never-ending,” says Roland, and brings he his leg to sit his ankle across his knee, and to twitch the gesture in a curious comfort.

“Art thou?” inquires he, as he weaves stems without looking; looked upon her. “Art thou so lonely, new friend?”

Curious Sentences .

[muertebloom]

⭐️ 💭

munday asks | accepting

⭐️ — sun, moon, & rising signs, if known

i'm a queer on tumblr, ofc i know these /j

sun in cancer, moon in taurus, and leo rising!

💭 — MBTI and/or enneagram, if known

i haven't taken this one in a while, but if i remember correctly, i'm an INFJ - though i'd likely not consider myself an introvert now.

[starcunin]

@celestialheal 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 ﹕ [ JACKET CAPE ]:          sender notices the receiver beginning to shake after an immensely distressing incident , and removes their own jacket cape to wrap it around the receiver’s shoulders.

cazador’s blood contrasts vividly against pale , porcelain flesh. it streaks astarion’s face , neck , and his exposed torso , stripped for the ritual that never took place. they stand outside of the door to astarion’s home now , the fleeting warmth of the sun rays cooling as it sets on the horizon , soaking the sky in vibrant oranges and pinks. the spawn feels so many things , all at once. 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 , and he doesn’t quite know how to process it.

everyone told him he did the right thing , not taking cazador’s place in the ritual. but why doesn’t he feel better about it ? if he did the right thing , why does it still feel wrong ? he feels like he’s just thrown away his one opportunity to be certain he can walk in the sun forever , he feels like he’s losing everything he’s wanted so desperately. but as his shoulders tremble with fear and uncertainty , he feels the soft fabric of a cape being draped over his bare torso , covering the raised symbols upon his back. and he slowly realizes that though he feels like he’s losing precious things , 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.

his hands curl into the fabric of the cape , pulling it tighter around his shoulders to block out the evening chill on his bare skin. vermilion hues , full of uncertainty and apprehension , finally fall upon nienna beside him. in concert with his worry , there’s something else within his gaze as he looks at her. an appreciation that the spawn can’t even fathom , ❛ do you think i made the right decision ? releasing all of the spawn ? ❜ he doesn’t want to be the reason hundreds or thousands or hundreds of thousands of people die. but he also couldn’t bear the thought of sentencing them to death— not when it is his fault they were even here in the first place.

[muertebloom]

@celestialheal sent in: ✩ from anyone you wish!

first impressions | accepting

" a healer, huh? she sure is pretty— and probably pretty skilled too. wonder what she knows... and how did those glasses not break on the nautiloid? "