#deathratled

[demonwebs-a]

cont. @deathratled

sing-songy and cloying-sweet , he hums into the shell of his ear : ❝ one of these days you're gonna run out of spells , sharran ... ❞ he's unrelenting , and nothing about his posture signals he's anywhere near close to stop chewing on this particular bone now that he knows he can . ❝ go on , go on , pray then ... ❞ snowy lashes weigh down his sluggish lids , flashing bedroom eyes at the sharran as he cushions his chin atop his shoulder , waiting . ❝ i'll be quiet as a mouse , promise . ❞

[bloodtwin]

BAG   OF   BONES     ;      𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃   𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

                                ╰┈➤     @deathratled

▊   &&.   Cue  the  elf  pinching  between  his  brows,  as  he  sighs.  “I  just  know  I'm  going  to  regret  asking  this  question.  Puck,  may  I  ask  what  exactly  a  'sugar  daddy'  might  be?”

           ⸻            IF    PUCK   HAD   A  PIECE  OF  COPPER     for  every  time  some  old  person  asked  him  something  kink-related  in  the  past  twenty-four  hours,  he'd  have  two  pieces  of  copper  now.  (  Which  isn't  a  lot,  but  it's  weird  that  it  happened  twice.  )

Unfortunately,  Puck  is  both  the  best  &  worst  person  to  ask  such  questions.  The  grin  that  stretches  across  his  face  is  devilish.

           ❝     Me,  if  you're  lucky.     ❞

Then  he  cackles  at  his  own  joke,  hand  over  his  eyes  before  it wipes  at  non-existent  tears.     ❝     Hehe,  ahem,  sorry.  No,  that's  just  what  you  call  someone  who's  rich  that  buys  nice  things  for  someone  else  in  exchange  for  sex.     ❞ 

His  head  tilts.      ❝     Wouldn't  really  say I'm  rich,  though.  So,  I  guess  no  one's  lucky.     ❞   

[feyrevelry]

@deathratled / CONT

IT HAD BEEN LIKE AN ANGEL AND A DEVIL WARRING ON SHADOWHEART’S SHOULDERS.

One voice urging her to fulfill her sacred duty, and the other, Sylverian’s, pleading with her to listen ; not to Shar, not to the Dark Justiciar, but to herself. To the part of her that he had always believed to be good. And in the end, it was that voice — the voice of reason, of her own heart — that prevailed.

The Nightsong lived.

But Sylverian barely had time to savor the relief before he saw the look on the Dark Justiciar’s face.

Bravery had never come easy to him, but he didn’t hesitate. Even with his magic utterly depleted, drained to the marrow from the fight against the necromancer, he stepped in front of the portal to block Lyrthindor’s way, lifted his rapier, and held tip against the Justiciar’s throat.

❝Drop the sword.❞

The words pulled at his mind like invisible strings, threading through his will, commanding obedience. Sylverian felt his fingers slacken and the golden hilt of his rapier slipped from his grasp, hitting the bloodstained stone floor with a metallic clatter.

His breath hitched ; but he didn’t move. Didn’t yield. Instead, he lifted his chin and met the Justiciar’s gaze with an icy, DEFIANT glare.

❝I thought we had already put an end to the monster haunting these halls, but I see now that I was wrong,❞ he spat, his voice laced with bitterness so unlike him.

Yet another monster stood before him.

Curse his bleeding heart. It was naive of him to think the Dark Justiciar could be saved, but some lost souls didn’t want to be rescued.

[demonwebs]

🥺🥺 but i'm sorryyyy @deathratled

there's a pillowy pout on his ruddy lips , and he's whining as if he'd been the one wronged , wounded . poor , sad little drow . ❝ aaahh ... forgive me already , ❞ he purrs , pushing the tip of his nose against his nape before flicking that wet tongue against it the skin , again , and again . ❝ i said i was sorry ... ❞ which he might as well be . he has the self-control of a twelve year old child on a sugar high . it hardly means he won't do it again .

[calamitism]

EPIC THE MUSICAL: SENTENCE STARTERS @deathratled sent: ❛ this cruel world doesn't give out presents just for being good. ❜ --For Isobel!

There might have been a time where Isobel had been inclined to agree. Since her revival, she had really come to accept that nothing good remained in her home anymore. All of it had been swallowed up by shadows set forth by her own father long ago

...but a simple glimpse of Aylin across the camp now has Isobel's darkened spirits almost alight again.

"You're a cleric too, right?" Isobel finds herself asking, turning to look back at the man. "I can't say I seek to understand the teachings of your dark lady, but even she wouldn't advise you to turn down a blessing when it strikes you in the face, surely?" She asks him with a slight raise of her brow, a smirk on her slips.

"I think, for the first time in a century perhaps, there are gifts all around us. There's hope."

[harpersoath]

@deathratled

neyvin drops the carefully constructed flower crown onto lyrthindor's head. he wears a similar one himself, and can't help the slight smile that crosses his face at the sight of the dark justiciar in one.

"a gift from yenna, she thought you needed something to brighten you up. i suggest you honor her in wearing it, at least for a short while." the 'or else' at the end is unspoken but palpable.

[se1unite]

@deathratled hit the 🤍

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. The phrase repeated in Isobel's mind as she regarded the scattered soul before her. "Can I offer you some tea?" There was not much to offer those who were suffering in a place like this, the inn a far cry from the comfort that it once was. "Something… stiffer, perhaps? I'm sure there's wine, about." In fact, she distinctly remembered a group of tiefling children serving the Harpers, last evening. "Or, something else to soothe your nerves?"

[calamitism]

@deathratled: ( cont. from here )

Her face falls somewhat at the rather bitter response she gets back from the cleric. "Yes, because you seemed sooo happy already when I found you scurrying as a pack of rats in an abandoned temple," She reminds him, hands on her hips as she stares upwards.

Frankly, the long-abandoned temple seemed like a miserable place, especially with the shadow curse right outside its door. Wasn't there at least... somewhere else he wanted to go?

"I'm not expecting eternal gratitude. Or even for you to stay with any of us," Kore shrugs, arms falling back to her sides while she considers. "Just... I don't know. Surely this is at least better, right?"

Right? She's confused, if not.