#ch0sene

[sftantrot]

a meme. idk which one.

there is artistry in death, and all who live now shall melt into his embrace. father above, his hallowed hands holding the yoke under which everything toils ; father below, the sepulchre into which everything is lead to. they write rites into her skin ⸻ this too love awash in blood, this too the making and unmaking of things as commanded. if she is to be vessel she will make her body a house fit only for the end of all ends.

@ch0sene is different from sarevok's girl, though perhaps that is to be expected. as is the sharpness in her gaze, the words she speaks, ❝ no need for this to get messy. ❞

edhellis blinks, looks down at the carrion carnage, bloodied bodies between them. in her left hand, the heart she'd been holding has stopped its weak beating. an eyebrow quirks, bemused, but she sheathes her dagger nevertheless. a time will come when they will bite into each other, but the time is not now.

[sanguistra]

@ch0sene continued from here.(x)

Halsin's inquiry was pointed, penetrating beneath the surface with a precision that felt somewhat invasive. Despite this, in the space of a brief slip of the mask, Astarion decided to engage. "Because it doesn't 'count' when I do it. " He declared in a matter-of-fact tone that signaled disgust for the words to sit in his mouth a moment longer than they had to.

"You and ... well, most of the others, have it easier. You don't just play the hero, you get to actually be one. You get to do your good deeds and know deep down in the crevices of your viscera that you did them out of the goodness of your heart; because it was the right thing to do, and that 'being good' mattered to you. I..." He hesitated, betraying a flicker of unease at the thought of what he was confessing.

The possibility of Halsin's judgment, or a shift in perception, prickled through him with anxious energy, yet Astarion's confession had already ventured too far to retract. Figuring he may as well commit, he continued. "I don't get that. I can do the deed, and what am I left with? Emptiness, or worse: this ceaseless nagging voice that reminds me that the only reason I bother to help is because of whatever it is I'm getting out of it myself." He adopted a defensive posture as he finished his thought, his expression souring as he averted from Halsin's gaze. He steeled himself, readying for whatever his honesty would earn him.

[sftantrot]

@ch0sene said:

to be a saint is to be untouchable - alone on the altar while they kneel in supplication, a love sanitised in its holiness. victoria knows edhellis well by now, knows the shape of what she has become; the iron control of her handlers, so unbecoming of bhaal's chosen, cuts into her flesh only where it absolutely must.

she hugs her before tribunal today, casually - as though this has always been the way of things. a simple greeting. kindness is its own weapon, surely as the blade.

a saint is, by definition, untouchable until she is not. until, ordained by divinity, the saint becomes martyr, turns from blade into lamb, transforms into ⸻ well. the sacrifice. edhellis has always known this, to some extent. the others give her space the way one would a reliquary, a healthy dose of fear in their eyes when the hound is let loose from its cage. except that father distinguishes little between predator and prey, and all things die, regardless of their sharp teeth.

victoria is different. she's always been different, marked yet not bound. her leash is of a different kind. the touch comes as a surprise, and for a moment edhellis is frozen solid. it's funny, how teeth at her throat would make more sense than ... this.

it's over before she has the time to react, but she gathers herself quick enough, blinking confusion away to replace it with a smile. you're going soft, she signs, hand low only for victoria to see, but a different hunger trashes inside her, forgotten and ignored. she wants more of that, with the desperation of the starving, even as she would scarcely know what to do with it if it came again.

[triickst]

( @ch0sene / halsin )

` with a brow so furrowed and a heart so heavy, it's a wonder that halsin can urge his body to rise and to move, what with all the tendrils and vines of his mind wrapped around him. as trapped here in the shadowlands as he was in the grove, an unfathomable weight lies in his eyes. and who knows? perhaps the weight will be heavy enough to pull him down, to sink him into depths beyond what midge can see.

` one must be resourceful if they wish to assist keeping him afloat.

` without a word of greeting, midge sits beside the druid and pushes a piece of wood into his hands with a cheerful grin. surprisingly, it's decently formed, unlike the commonly twisted variety of tree that has spread across these lands like a plague. a piece of driftwood, sturdy and worn smooth by the lapping of water.

` " can I watch you make something? the camp is boring, and I like to watch your hands at work. " the grin tilts slightly toward the mischievous, inky eyes glancing pointedly down to his hands as her fingers draw away, skating across his arm. " so skilled they are, and with so many things — healing, whittling . . . I wonder what other talents they may be hiding?"

[loyalborn]

@ch0sene // halsin // modern fantasy

If it wasn't for the pain and hunger, Haarlep would have thought they were in a novel. Coat wrapped tightly around them, hiding their naked body underneath and long enough to just be considered decent in public. Their throat was parched, their stomach starting to ache from being empty for so long, and their skin was itchy, craving intimate touches and sweet orgasms. Toes curled against the hard pavement. Without shoes, their feet had quickly become dirty and were covered in bleeding cuts and blisters.

Eyes scanned the gas station pumps, looking for unattended, unlocked vehicles. What they found, however, was a burly wood elf pumping gas into a truck. A quick step back around the corner, a flash of flames, and their form changed into a young, female wood elf. Brown hair, large green eyes, a splatter of freckles across the nose, wide hips, and short stature; all things chosen specifically to appease him. Their clothing, or lack there of, remained the same.

"Excuse me?" Their voice was small, nervous, shaking. "I'm - I'm sorry to bother you. Is there any way you can give me a ride?"

[lunawish]

the blood in your veins burns with a yearning to maim. you look at the beautiful, striking, resplendent daughter of the moonmaiden and your blood boils with a hellfire that burns, burns, burns your every organ, your every nerve. you see her and all you can think about is the oath you've broken, the way how the fires of hellish rebukes feels filthy at your fingertips. you don't understand how she can look at you and see a stalwart ally when you've, broken the oath you've made to her divine mother.

you look at @ch0sene, your brows knit in deep thought before you do your best to gently breach the topic. " dame aylin, " you will never fail to address her with due reverence, she is the daughter of the goddess you wish you could devote your entire soul to ... but you are unworthy. you are vile. " i'm curious — what is the nature of your oath? "

[zalimbane]

ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎 𝕋ℍ𝕀ℕ𝔾𝕊 𝕋𝕆 𝕊𝔸𝕐 𝕋𝕆 𝔻𝕆𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔸ℕ𝕋 𝕄𝕌𝕊𝔼𝕊 @ch0sene/@victo1re “I’ve been a good girl today. Don’t you think I deserve a reward?” - @victo1re, but she's being so unserious

𝔸 ℂℍ𝕌ℂ𝕂𝕃𝔼 erupted from his chest , eyes fixated towards hers , they were amused , but flirtatious . 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 ? how gracious of him , to be preconceived to reward .

❝ and what is it i'm supposedly 𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 you for and with what ? ❞ a hand reached up to tip her head up toward HIM .

❝ a generous 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 ? a nutritious and rich meal ? a sparkling 𝙹𝙴𝚆𝙴𝙻 ? utter nonsense . we neither want or lust for any of that anymore . ❞

[hexxbound]

♡ victoria :)

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