#demonswcb

[asangel-arch]

"This is the wrong time to be strong and silent and so… Attractive."

The night is young, the darkness just starting to settle in. The party was quick to complete chores, yearning to rest after a violent, bloody day. With each step they take towards confronting Orin and her horrible allies, the more enemies they seem to make. Some of the more weary, such as Shadowheart who spent most of her energy healing injuries have decided to go to bed early. Vhaal'krin seems to be doing the opposite of rest, wandering camp, talking to their companions. He isn't the first person Vhaal'krin talks to but he is the only one the drow has lingered by.

Azariel has his blue-black wings extended, combing through his feathers as part of his nightly routine. Giving his wings one last stretch, he closes them so Vhaal'krin can step closer. "Is that so? I would argue now is the right time to be just that, especially if doing so has attracted your attention." He flashes him a coy smile before continuing, "care to join me? There is space here for two."

[eldritchborna]

yeah, yeah, tadpole this, tadpole that... but how come you guys look so nice? is there an illithid fashion enterprise? and most importantly, can i endorse it? /omeluum

❛[ UNPROMPTED ASKS ≻ always accepting

THE SCHOLAR PAUSES FROM ITS DIVULGING OF NEW INFORMATION GATHERED REGARDING TADPOLES. A slow blink comes, arm raised in a manner emulated over its years with others lowered in just the same speed // RESTING AT ITS SIDE (AND THEN COMES THE SOFTEST TILTING OF HEAD). Omeluum does not begrudge the sudden shift in topic, actually the direct focus of it does manage to appeal to a much more pleasant part amongst the many natures it held in lesser lights. “&– - Our appeals with attire has many different reasonings. There is truth behind our diets impacting our senses of the artistic and design, where if a neophyte focuses upon a specific type of mind type it can influence the developing illithid. This is not the entire causation, however; what we wear is both for practicality and for status. Many times the more intricate something one wears is, a sense of importance is attached. It can also let one know which Creed a Mind Flayer belongs to, or even which colony. It is something both of preference and of communication.” It takes but a second, tentacle providing a general calm SWEEPING MOTION towards its own robes, a movement that could be lost for merely its normal limb motions to a eye unfamiliar. “&– - My own is simply that which is the agreed outfit for the Society of Brilliance, merely customized for my own body type. I may not be the only illithid within our group, but my build is much different than everyone else's; there was none that worked for me without tailoring. I did take the opportunity to request and add my own personal touches upon it when it was being made, however. The opportunity was there. However, to answer your question.... I do not think there would be the market you would hope for. Not yet. Not until free illithids such as myself become more common.” // @demonswcb

[darkminstrel]

VHAAL'KRIN SAID :         ❛ we are all haunted in some way, by the things we have lost or the things we have done. ❜

" mmm , this entire group is a haunted bunch indeed . everyone here has a skeleton or two in their closet ... regardless of their denial . " of all the terrible things that could occur , miz had dreaded the possibility of @demonswcb approaching her , especially when the rest of the party slumbered . and where does that show her priorities , that a conversation with another drow would be more dreadful than ceremorphosis or becoming a thrall ? nowhere to go , no excuse to slip away , so she ought to face him and act the fool , yes ? he was ordered to investigate minthara's disappearance , nothing more .

" and what of you , my dear assassin ? " the spider's lyre she took from the nightwarden's unconscious form is tucked in her lap , delicate musician's hands twisting at the spidersilk strings to properly tune it - it had been horribly tuned , to her horror . the weight of the instrument and the delicate paint on its surface sparks a warm familiarity in her chest , a distant memory of her own when she had been bae'queshel , chosen by lolth . the fire glints and flickers against the ruby red of her eyes , as miz'faere glances up at vhaal'krin , brow quirked upwards coyly . " are you terribly haunted ? "

[saintsdawn-archive]

؟

a random thought my muse has about yours.

you’re staring. stop staring, or you’ll make it worse. hells, i’d never hear the end of it. pitching my tent at the edge of camp and surrounding it with lathander’s blinding splendor wouldn’t save me from @demonswcb’s crowing. what a terrible end. . .

. . . gods damn him.

[faebhaal]

“ it’s a pity you weren’t born with my natural charms. you poor thing. “

@demonswcb

The mistake he's made isn't that he insulted her. Oh no. That's part of their banter, their foreplay. No, it's how he's jabbed at her that causes her mood to take a sour twinge.

You poor thing.

And of course there's the other p-word; pity. She is not a creature to be pitied nor talked down to in such a way. Vhaal has indeed struck the wrong nerve.

Yet he hovers above her, smug grin on gorgeous porcelain features, as if he's done no wrong. That changes though when Ithaca wraps her legs around his waist and uses what bit of strength and dexterity she has to reverse their positions. Now she straddles his waist, hands resting on his shoulders.

The smile she wears is saccharine and playful. Fake to a certain degree. Down she leans to press ankiss on his jaw before her mouth lingers at his ear. "You think you're better than me? The only reason you have any charm is because of this pretty face of yours." She murmurs. "But would you be as alluring without it? We could see how charming you are if I flay the flesh from your head. Perhaps if I wear your skin like a mask I could be half as charming as you, hm?"

With that quip she lightly licks from his ear almost right down to his chin then leans up to look at him face to face. "But then that would be the real pity of it, right? No one else would like you then, yet I would. I like you no matter what. Even when you deserve to have your tongue cut from your skull."

There's a pause and her expression softens. "Ahhh, you've got me riled up now! Better make it up to me or finish what you've started." Ithaca whines, nuzzling against him.

[palespawn-s]

if my cheeks are red , it’s from this wine .

“ of course. and what a delicious red they are, truly a feast for the eyes, ” it was unavoidable, irrepressible, the way his gaze flitted about the other's wine-flushed features as if searching for a weak point. he wasn't quite ravenous, but there was an undeniable itch in need of scratching as he chased the bloody blush from his cheeks and down the line of his throat, lingering upon the jugular vein. what manner of conversation prior was lost to him, distracted as he is.

astarion takes a breath and disregards the bottle of arabellan dry, stowed by his bedroll. his own goblet is held firm and outstretched toward vhaal'krin; not so much in offer, than as a gesture of goodwill. he would stay his teeth from the tipsy not-so-little drow. there would be plenty other opportunities for him to feed later. “ and i do mean my eyes, to be clear. what a pity all that exquisite colour remains unspilled. ”

[bhaalbie]

if i wanted to hurt you, i’d already have done it.

dahlya snickers, she isn't dumb, she does not underestimate anyone in their little traveling party, her memories might have been taken from her, but the slow calculating nature she guides herself with has been ever so present. "my, if you are looking to be reassuring i would suggest you try again..." it's a tease, like the rest of her. pushing limits, seeing where it all eventually leads. she only turns her gaze to him now, and her head tilts slowly. sizing him up almost. "-if it's meant to be a threat, then, by all means...color me interested." it's fun, she settles. considers this conversation to lead somewhere entertaining. wonders then, what vhaal would do to hurt her (that is, assuming she ever gives him the chance to in the first place)

@demonswcb

[faebhaal]

she's a 10, but she keeps giving me severed hands every time i say i need a hand :/

@demonswcb

"It's the perfect setup for the perfect joke! If you didn't have such a hilarious reaction I wouldn't do it. Besides the most important thing is I give you an actual hand where it counts with the more fun tasks , you know?"