#diviinedevilry

[arc-erzmagier]

jester asks  :  [shower] – sender takes one look at a bruised and bloody receiver, and goes to run them a shower. hot showers fix everything. 

astrid hadn’t known where else to go .  a cleric seemed as good a place as any ,  really  --  especially since said cleric is @diviinedevilry​ .  her limbs shake ,  careful steps into jester’s home ,  careful and measured and trembling .  she hears the water start ,  and a relieved exhale escapes her  --  she wants the blood off of her skin ,  out of her hair ,  as quickly as possible .  bless jester for thinking of it ,  when astrid can hardly manage words to explain herself and what she needs .

[amillixnvoicesarch]

[ INHALE ]:         while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales as they realize how intimately close they are to one another. - ( Jester ) @diviinedevilry

        Lucien can’t say that he DOESN’T enjoy spending time in this tower. He knows he’s not on his own territory anymore, but if the Mighty Nein, as they call themselves, would have wanted to try and murder them, they would have long done so. He does have the bonus of looking like on of their old friends, he supposes, but he also knows that they know they probably do not stand a chance, and he’s not going to complain about a bath and proper beds to sleep in.

        THIS, however? Well, this is a surprise. He doesn’t move when Jester gets into his space, simply keeps his eyes on her before reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her face, his touch light. “Anything I can help you with, dear?”

[erzmagier-a]

JESTER  ASKS  :  between the fireplace and her position on the couch  –  almost curled up on herself,  head resting against astrid’s shoulder  –  it hadn’t taken her long to drift off into a light sleep while the other read,  her own book discarded on her lap.  when she finally awakes it’s with small movements,  a slow stretch of her tail before it relaxes over astrid’s thigh,  a gentle roll of her shoulders and a series of fluttering blinks as she regains her surroundings,  tilting her head to look up.  just as softly she pushes closer to place a kiss to astrid’s cheek before finding a home in the crook of her neck with a hum that could almost be a purr.   “ you know you don’t have to finish a book just ‘cause you’ve started it,  right?  you can sleep sometimes.  i won't tell. ”

astrid  hadn’t  known  what  to  do  when  jester  had  fallen  asleep  against  her  –  not  as  if  she’d  never  been  used  as  a  human  pillow  before ,  of  course ,  but  it’s . . . been  a  while ,  and  @diviinedevilry​  is  not  a  usual  suspect  of  hers  in  this  regard ,  even  if  she’s  long  since  given  up  having  any  preexisting  expectations  for  jester’s  behavior .  at  least  her  arms  are  not  obstructed ,  and  she  can  still  turn  the  pages  as  she  pleases .  she  keeps  her  shoulder  still ,  out  of  some  level  of  respect  for  jester  that  she  cannot  help  but  to  keep ,  but  astrid  quickly  gets  absorbed  back  into  her  research ,  and  only  realizes  how  long  it’s  been  when  jester  starts  to  stir ,  and  she  sees  that  that  fire  is  burning  low .  the  kiss  to  her  cheek  comes  just  as  she  was  closing  her  book  to  give  the  fire  ( and  jester )  her  full  attention ,  and  she  only  closes  the  book  slightly  more  firmly  than  intended .  a  kiss  to  the  cheek  shouldn’t  rattle  her  so ,  but  jester  lavorre  has  a  habit  of  getting  under  astrid’s  skin  –  for  better  or  for  worse .    “ i  do  sleep , ”    she  defends ,  giving  jester  a  bit  of  a  look ,  though  with  the  softness  still  lingering  from  the  kiss  it  veers  dangerously  close  to  a  pout .    “ my  research  was  just  starting  to  get  interesting . ”

[voiceofduality-archived2]

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Wulf is a naturally quiet man. He listens, but won't interrupt unless he has something relevant to say. He's never been good with small talk... but that doesn't seem to bother the tiefling. She talks, and talks — but doesn't seem to mind the wizard's silence. He's thankful for that.

It is only after a while that something piques his interest. A name, that keeps coming out of the woman's mouth, over and over again. She talks of him with fondness and admiration, but none of that truly gives him any clues.

"Who exactly is he? This Traveler you speak of."

[nastalaima]

          @diviinedevilry​​ sent,  “ why can’t I come with you? ”  

          “  well,  jester,  you know...  ”    but words are hard to find,  and sometimes it feels as if to pick the wrong ones offers consequences all too dire.  there’s too much weight,  too many potential hurt feelings,  behind the question,  just as there are too few answers within yasha’s grasp to offer,  too little that she might say by way of satisfactory explanation.    “  some things we have to do on our own.  ”    she takes a deep breath,  released in an almost-sigh,  and for a moment yasha nearly must convince herself despite all her certainty that the words that follow are true.    “  I think this is one of those things.  ”

[chaosmoved]

 THERE’S   AN   ITCH   BENEATH     her   skin   that   won’t   go   away   ;   jasper   had   grown   too   used   to   the   warmth   of   emon   that   the   chill   of   eiselcross   cuts   her   to   the   marrow,   and   everything   feels   like   a   misstep.   she’d   meant   to   go   pick   up   some   spell   components   for   shaun,   to   stop   by   the   bakery   on   her   way   to   the   shop,   maybe   send   to   pike   to   ask   her   if   she   was   in   town,   or   invite   allura   over   for   tea,   or   ⸻   twice   in   her   life   she’s   abandoned   her   family.

 it’s   easy   enough   to   fool   the   others,   to   slip   old   masks   back   on   and   let   them   fuss   over   her,   but   she   hasn’t   been   able   to   meet   @diviinedevilry’s   eyes   fully   ever   since.   maybe   it’s   cowardly,   but   there’s   so   much   to   process,   with   the   whole   cognouza   thing   and   molly-not-molly,   and   they   had   to   trudge   through   the   frost   and   try   not   to   die.   funny,   how   she’d   wanted   all   this   adventuring   stuff   to   be   over,   after   the   dragons   and   vecna   and   everything   else,   but   it’s   not   her   choice   to   make.   now,   in   caleb’s   tower,   there’s   no   escaping   her   sister.         ❝     i   know   you   wanna   ask,   jessie.   ask.     ❞

[luxoned-a]

—–    @diviinedevilry​ said :          [ 📲 • sms ] —— my cat said she missed you 💙🥺

[ sms -> Jester Lavorre ] ——  Oh? It sounds as though it is very urgent.

[ sms -> Jester Lavorre ] ——  Am I to rectify this mistake as soon as possible? Will I be harassed for attention the moment I step foot in your door?

text message meme - accepting !

[aschcregen]

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them - ( Jester ) @diviinedevilry​

       There’d been something he’d been meaning to say upon seeing Jester, maybe something as simple as Hello, how are you? It’s good to see you. But all those words had gone out the window the moment she’d thrown herself against him, their lips pressed together in a kiss.

       In all honestly, Caleb had to admit that he’d been thinking about this moment more than he’d been meaning to, but always with the assumption that it would NEVER happen, and even now he’s not entirely sure why it’s happening at all.

      Still, his heart misses a beat, his hands almost automatically come to rest on her hips, with the intention to keep her CLOSE, until he finally manages to snap himself out of it. “J-Jester.” He blinks, pulling back ever so slightly. “What...what was that for?”