#divnties

[tamedstray]

@divnties

Vigor never minded silence. In fact, he used to enjoy it. But he found himself gratefully indulging in conversion lately. After all, he had only silence in his years in the wilds. Vigor turns to his fellow ranger, his smile alight with curiosity. ❝Alisara, do you have family in the city? Anyone to visit when we reach the Gate? Hopefully nicer than my family,❞ he finishes with a chuckle.

[ritualspawn]

Shadowheart says something but Astarion doesn't deign to listen. He's too busy enjoying the warmth of the sun on his skin, the sense of freedom that the air in the mountains seems to bring. For the first time in a long time, he feels untouchable. He's not going to ruin that by listening to whatever she's wittering on about.

In hindsight, he probably should have listened.

Thankfully, the trap is old and rusted, and explodes with little more than a puff of noxious fumes that linger around his knees and disperse quickly. It could have been much, much worse.

❛this is what happens when you don't listen to me.❜ ( @divnties / shadowheart )

"Yes, thank you," he drawls, ears twitching and lips pressed together in twin irritation and embarrassment. "Maybe if you spent less time on inane chitter-chatter, I might be more inclined to listen when you have something important to say." He's being unfair, but shame prickles at the back of his neck. That could have been very bad indeed, could have wiped out their little party with one misstep, and while it's not entirely his fault, his lack of attention would certainly have played a part.

He waits until the rest of the group have moved on, some grumbling and others rolling their eyes ( fondly, he hopes ) to hang back with Shadowheart.

"Thank you," he says, a little stiffly.

[dirtymercy]

@divnties / CHARLOTTE & BENEDICT

   Count on his mother to give him a task for the evening. Be nice to Miss Beauchamp, she’d said with a warm and motherly smile as he hopped from the carriage and made for the house. It was nearly the hundredth time she’d said those words ( well, perhaps only the third but it felt like it was bordering on a dozen if not a hundred ) and it was less about encouragement and more as a reminder and warning not to forget her request. It was the same reminder she gave him about Penelope Featherington who, he reminded himself, he generally enjoyed the company of. It was her sisters he didn’t care for. As for this Charlotte girl, he hoped his mother’s judgement was equally sound, but was not holding his breath with anticipation. Most of the popular girls in society were dull things, and he only hoped that this unknown girl would not be, lest he suffer until he could make his hasty exit.

   Benedict was fortunate that his mother had caught up with him again to point her out, for he realized upon his arrival in the ballroom that he did not know what she looked like enough to scan the room and find her. He sighed and nodded with a raise of his brows at Lady Bridgerton, and went off to fulfill his duties for the evening. His gloved hands curled lazily at his sides as he stepped forwards to make himself known. A little nod of his head in a short bow, he gave the girl a little smile. “Miss Beauchamp?” he said politely, brown eyes lifting to meet hers. “Benedict Bridgerton. I believe your cousin and my mother are acquainted.”

[regencis]

'your dress - it's quite stunning. the colors... pastel suits you,' it sounds like a pleasantry, something said to be polite, but penelope tends to lean to the side of genuineness. as she glances over the light pink of edwina's dress, pen can't help but to sigh quietly to herself. never would her mother allow her to wear such beautiful things, instead dressing her daughters in bright limes and citrus yellows. it's a wonder penelope can blend into the wall at all, when she's adorned in such eye catching fabrics. perhaps people were avoiding their eyes because of how ugly her own clothes are. she gives edwina a friendly grin. 'of course, i am not an expert in the matter of dresses, but i do think it matches your complexion perfectly,' catching herself, penelope's hands fidgets a bit awkwardly. 'i hope you don't mind me saying so,' @divnties / sc.

[wr1tten]

𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗧  𝗛𝗘𝗥  𝗘𝗗𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗔  𝗪𝗔𝗦  𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗗.      though  she  woke  up  𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒚  beside  her  husband;      being  a  𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚜  meant  no  longer  spending  her  mornings  having  tea  with  her  sister.      the  rare  𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐞  between  just  the  two  of  them  was  a  moment  much  ᴄʜᴇʀɪꜱʜᴇᴅ,            ❝    𝒃𝒐𝒏,    you  are  positively  ᴿᴬᴰᴵᴬᴺᵀ  this  afternoon.      could  that  𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬  be  coming  from  a  𝑛𝑒𝑤  𝑠𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑟?    ❞            just  because  her  𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜  with  edwina’s  season  prior  were  unsuccessful            (    𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩  𝘸𝘢𝘴  𝘢  𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦  𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮,    𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘪𝘵  𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯  𝘰𝘧  𝘢  𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦    )             did  not  mean  kate  intended  to  𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥  𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠  this  season.            ❝    make  sure  it  is  a  ʟᴏᴠᴇ  ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ,    my  dear  sister.      𝑛𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒  𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠,    ❞            it  was  once  that  kate  thought  love  would  be  hard  to  find    —    but  if  she,    𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯  𝘪𝘯  𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺  𝘢  𝘮𝘢𝘯’𝘴  𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦,    could  find  her  match,    there  was  𝚗𝚘  𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗  edwina  would.      her  gloved  palm  slipped  into  that  of  her  sister’s,            ❝    i  suppose  that  is  not  𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚  true.      if  you  fall  in  love  with  a  complete  𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞,    𝑖  𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙  𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒  𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑡𝑜  𝑠𝑎𝑦  𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡  𝑖𝑡.    ❞

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[tamedstray]

⎈ for alisara!

⁀➷𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 Send in ⎈ for a randomised letter written from my muse to yours. Rolled a 3 — An apology

Dearest Alisara,

      I am putting this in writing so you never forget it. Please reread this as many times as necessary. Your past does not define you. Everything I have come to learn about you has only made me respect you more, a feat previously thought impossible.

      I apologise for prying, as it was never my intent. I also apologise for referring to you as Lady Alisara this entire time. I'll stop adding the honorific in case it offends you.

                        Yours sincerely,

                                  Vigor

[tamedstray]

♡ alisara pls!!

𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐄

Send ♡ to see what my muse thinks of yours

●●●○○ | ATTRACTION ●●●●● | AFFECTION ●●●●● | INTEREST ●●●●○ | LOYALTY ●●●●○ | TRUST

Always a soft spot for a ranger, especially one as skilled as her. He'll trust her very quickly and is naturally affectionate. Once he finds someone worthy of his trust, he is deeply loyal. In truth, if Vigor knew Alisara's true identity he'd just care about her more. He's not blind, noting her beauty, but recognises she's young for an elf, even if she has 100 years on him. Ride or die potential with time. LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH

[cragsnow]

“Let me help you with that.” from alisara ! @divnties — sent from this prompt (x) still accepting!

it's not often that he cooks in camp. usually, he'll allow gale to take the privilege, but the wizard had looked unreasonably tired this evening, so felix had banned him from picking up any cooking instruments and had taken over the job himself. ‘ you don't have to, ’ he says, though he shifts to give her room to join him beside the fire. the meal of choice is a hearty potato stew, full of vegetables that he'd picked up whilst they were in the emerald grove. ‘ thanks, though. i was getting kinda lonely over here. ’ he's only half-joking when he says that.