#diaboeli

[mindsbedlam]

the chime rings, confirming that her last customer had left the shop while she lingers in the back, cleaning up the used gauze and healing ointment she had prepared for her customer's session. her fingertips still ache from the laser-focused precision, the blood that flows around her hands and arms feels as though it is vibrating, making her muscles feel sore and weak. still, there's no word of complaint as she finishes up sanitising the area and walking out to the main floor, heading over to flip the store sign to 'closed' before anyone else found themselves wandering inside for a healing potion or bag of dried herbs. ❝ kaithos? ❞ comes her soft call, her feet carrying her a little further and into a room behind a set of red beads. her question lingers just behind her lips, but her gaze immediately lands on the tiny baby wrapped up in a shawl, and the slightly larger infant curled up not too far from the baby, both fast asleep atop a single bed placed within the private room. plum coloured lips stretch into a guilty smile, her gaze flickering from the children to @diaboeli. ❝ they're sleeping...? ❞ quiet, as not to disturb them, ❝ sorry, i didn't anticipate that appointment taking so long. ❞

[mindsbedlam]

they've been married for a few simple years, dating a little more than that, and yet, he still feels a burning hot trail akin to fire wherever @diaboeli's fingers brush over his skin. elion stands tall, too tall to take residence up on the platform most would when getting their measurements. no, he stands beside it while his wife stands on the platform, measuring the width of his shoulders with her worn-out tape. it's quiet now as the light outside dims dark enough for the street lighting to come on, which means it's unlikely that anyone would come into the shop since it was close to shutting time. it's that very thought that brings him out of his trance, that and the blur of soft chestnut in his peripheral, as the much shorter woman moves from the platform to his opposite side, moving on to measure his waist. a grin coils onto his lips, and, without a single thought, he stops her and reaches for his shirt, hoisting it up just enough to expose his entire chest and stomach, tight and toned. ❝ we have to be accurate, right? we can't leave room for error. ❞

[favoriteache]

cont. from here. @diaboeli

death still is a novelty; the corpse has ceased all human activities.... such a breathing. the small noises that one associates with living things are absent, though one usually forget they are there to begin with-- all the more troubling when they disappear. "you do so love to accuse me of things", he tells her, for it is important that she knows he knows what she is up to. not that it matters a lot, in the grand scheme of things, but his relationship with yennefer relies entirely on the fact that they love to remind each other of what they know and see. she tells him he's to lazy to murder, and he tells her she's usually too much a bitch to care about false accusations, etcetera, etcetera.

"i will have you know", he says, with an air of grandeur that would fit better on a stage that it does here, without a proper audience, "that i have been investigating these murders with the utmost seriousness." it would also have to do with the fact that if anyone were to dig, he would be found as the last person to have slept with dear lyra, the first victim, and he has quite the motivation now to investigate (in other words: it's either finding the actual killer or attempting to escape prison. and he does prefer the intellectual aspect of investigation.) pointing at the dead, former drunk: "this is rond lodwenck. he's a sailor. i was looking for him because he's the last person who talked with lyra." (other than him, but she does not need to know that) he gestures a bit, as if to say: ta-dah. "what do you know about this? poisoned killing is more of your speed-- perhaps i shall accuse you."

[mindsbedlam]

forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's. kai @ darcelle

thankfully with the money darcelle makes at the shop kaithos doesn't need to take lengthy jobs. that meant, often enough, kai would only be gone a day or two at max. however, sometimes they needed that extra bit of cash to get by, sometimes the money offered for a bunty was too good to pass on, and so, kaithos could be gone a week or even longer. and, despite always being supportive of his work, darcelle missed him dearly when he was absent. not just her, but the children too. and this job had taken him away from her for just under two weeks. so, when the door clicked open, darcy was rushing out to the entryway to meet him.

the poor tiefling had barely gotten over the threshold of their home before his wife had ran and leapt right up into his arms, her arms and legs enclosing around him. luckily, @diaboeli was built like an iron wall and wasn't likely to topple over. she's gotten their children down for bed not too long ago, and the liklihood of her waking them up right now was high, but she did not care.

❝ oh, kai, ❞ her words come as a gentle coo, her hands moving to caress either side of his face, ❝ i've missed you so much. ❞ unable to wait a second longer, the sorceress dips her head slightly to connect their lips, perhaps a bit roughly, hungrily. she had missed him so much. and he deserved to know how much he was missed.

after the need for air is too great, and darcy has to pull away, she's left quietly panting before feeling the soft bump against her forehead. the curves and countours of kaithos' horns press lightly into her. it was a feeling she once found so strange, but now saw as a comfort.

the corners of her lips curl into a warm smile, one hand sliding around the mans neck to rest at his nape. ❝ i don't suppose you want to go straight to bed...? ❞

[kisumitenderly]

“You’ve got that look—like you’re either about to confess something or start a fight.” from tj :)

“You would be hoping for a confession, wouldn’t you?” Kisumi asked not sure what his face had to do with it. Sometimes he was in denial about how expressive he could be. Always thinking he was masking better in some situations than others.

“How about I wanna confess that you have a perfectly punchable face?” That way he got the fight and the confession all wrapped up into one. Certainly his lanky ass had zero reason to be mouthing off about fighting anyone but impulse control was something he was lacking when a few drinks got in him.

[mindsbedlam]

❛ was that a friend of yours? ❜ from alou for elion 😈

he wasn't so stupid that he didn't anticipate his past life choices to bite him directly in the behind at some point. they had, many times before, but before he could laugh it off and move on with his day. now, he had a woman he actually loved, someone who taught him how to love, and what that emotion actually felt like. instead of just... fleeting desire, lust, and a general urge to be close to another person for a short while.

now this, this had happened a few times before, and elion was lucky enough that the women who approached were polite not only to him, but to alouette, and were understanding. granted, they were most amused with his sudden change in character, but respected the fact that he was no longer sleeping around and was, in fact, settled down with someone to love and someone who loved him.

this woman, whom he admittedly doesn't even remember, was not like that in the slightest. she'd approached with a staggering ignorance that threw him off, reaching out to trail her finger across his arm and flirt with him so openly he'd done nothing but stand there, out of place, like a pathetic lump of lard. it hadn't been until she'd interacted with alouette, and was so obviously being rude, in a way he was sure alouette hadn't noticed, that he pulled himself together.

he'd smiled, spoke a few words in elvish, watched as her draw hit the floor, and then he laced his fingers with his wife's and tugged her along to continue their journey.

" was that a friend of yours? "

as innocent as a dove she could be, his little doll. glancing down at @diaboeli, the corners of his lips twitch into a half smile. ❝ no, ❞ blunt, while he usually may not be, ❝ an old fling, i'm assuming. i don't even remember her, but she was being very inappropriate and rude. ❞ which, he absolutely would not tolerate.

his hand slips from her own, moving to boldly lean down and hook under her legs, the other around her shoulders, and then elion effortlessly swipes the woman off her feet, adjusting her in his arms as he carries on throughout the lower city of baldur's gate. the locals shoot the couple a few looks, but their expressions easily melt when they see who it is. there was no question among the citizens of the lower city that elion utterly didn't adore his wife. unfortunately, that also meant embarrassing her by plucking her off her feet and carrying her around like they were newlyweds once again.

[mindsbedlam]

❛ close your eyes and hold out your hands. ❜ from alou for darcie <3

with kaithos working, it meant darcelle was having to tend to both of the children and manage the shop. in a normal world, it would be incredibly difficult. but, with the friends she's made and the wonderful people around her, it wasn't as difficult as it should be.

having closed her shop up for lunch, ivelle had gone to ' help ' the lovely old lady, elizabeth, two shops down, with selling her baked goods. ( and to probably stuff her face with the muffins she knows that lady gives her, but a helping hand was a helping hand. ) deimos, was, of course, with darcelle, up until she entered alouette's shop; then a brick wall stood before her and her friend.

knowing exactly what this elf wanted, darcie offered the man a smile as she flipped her son the other way, and when the baby saw sight of the pale features and the large man, he was giggling and reaching for him. and so, elion had snatched her other children, giving her freedom for a short amount of time. freedom she was spending with alouette. and having a quick snack while she could.

❛ close your eyes and hold out your hands. ❜

she'd just finished her cheese sandwich and wiped her hands clean when the demand came, prompting darcelle to stare at the woman in mild suspicion, unable to conceal the smile that spread across her otherwise usually unreadable features. ❝ why...? ❞ there was no distrust, as she trusted this woman with her life, but she knew alouette well enough now to know @diaboeli was the scariest woman in this part of the city.

even so, after a moment, she clears her throat and straightens up, allowing her eyes to flutter closed and her hands to outstretch, palm up. ❝ this is rather ominous, you know. ❞