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[deathinherited]

@duelrite​ wrote :  Theres clearly a nervous energy about the tiefling as both are kicked from the bar. His tail flicks and folded arms fidget with his sleeve, knowing full well he's probably fucked this beyond repair. Before Tiv can dream of getting a word in he turns on his heel to blurt, "I'm sorry, ok? I'm sorry I just did that and I'm sorry I'm stupid and stubborn. Just- please give me a chance to be less stupid. That fucking sucked to watch. I just- I can do better, please, Tiv."

through the haze of the alcohol in his system, tiv only remembers the last hour or so in flashes: ulrich, being self-deprecating. rebuffing all of tiv’s sincere attempts at refuting him, untill tiv pettily decided to get drunk elsewhere. a man — a handsome half-orc, if his impaired memory is to be trusted — flirting with him at the bar, and tiv going along with it, because flirting is safe and familiar territory.

the man getting handsy. the taste of bile in his throat. a flash of familiar blue skin, and the beginnings of a fight; ulrich, he’d realized too late, threatening to beat the shit out of the guy.

now that the two of them are outside, the cool night air seems to help him clear his head a bit. he looks at ulrich, long and hard, his expression uncharacteristically thoughtful as he runs a hand through platinum blonde tresses and heaves a deep sigh. when he speaks, his tone is surprisingly sincere, “ ... i’m not mad at you, ulrich. sure, you’re a stubborn idiot who refuses to listen, no matter how many times i tell you that i enjoy your company and genuinely like you as a person — but i could never be mad at you for that.” there’s another considerate pause, and his face is warm, warmer than could be accounted for by just booze. “actually, i’m— i’m quite flattered that you defended my honor. i... really appreciate it.”

[deathinherited]

VARIOUS FLOWERS MEME — accepting !

     ↳  @duelrite​​ wrote :   💐 it's after crowds have dispersed, hidden away in tivian's tent, sitting in a bundle tied by a ribbon while a certain tiefling lounges, feigning ignorance.

after weeks of relentless rehearsals, the opening night of the mystical menagerie traveling theatre troupe’s hometown performance has arrived: suffice it to say that after a long day of rehearsing and performing, the changeling is exhausted. 

still, he approaches his tent with somewhat of a spring to his step, particularly with the knowledge that a certain someone is awaiting him. ulrich, who wasn’t one for the crowd aftermath that often followed the troupe’s performances, had arranged to meet him in his private quarters — and tiv, despite having long accepted that there is no hope of anything happening between the two of them, feels his heart fluttering like a hummingbird trapped inside his ribcage. 

upon opening the flap that serves for an entrance, he finds there are candles already lit, and a blue tiefling is lounging nonchalantly on the divan next to his vanity. it’s a familiar sight, one that brings a warm smile to the man’s face as he fondly recalls moments where ulrich has kept him company while tiv got ready for previous shows: weaving intricate braids in his hair and applying cosmetics to accentuate his features while talking the other man’s ear off. 

a greeting barely falls from his lips before his eyes land on a bundle of flowers on the vanity that was definitely not there when he left earlier in the evening; eyes widen, and the changeling gasps and rushes over to inspect the bouquet. “oh ulrich, you shouldn’t have!” tiv exclaims, picking up the blooms and inspecting them: not the kind one would find from a vendor, but an assortment of wildflowers in a rainbow of hues. incredulously, he glances over at ulrich, unable to hide the surprise on his expression, nor the faint dusting of pink on his cheeks. “did-- you didn’t pick these yourself, did you?”  

[bewachen]

3, 20, 24

3) Who was your first muse? 

My first muse was a Gaia Online OC that I, for the life of me, cannot remember the name of. If you’re talking canon characters, I played Eve from the manga Black Cat for many, many years from the age of thirteen to about seventeen? 

20)   Is there someone you admire on here?

I really admire @argxntcm! Andrea has such an interesting take on Prompto & I really appreciate Andrea’s presence on the dash. 

I also admire @trueking my fiance. He has such an excellent grasp on all the characters he writes and his style? MUWAH. CHEF’S KISS. 

24)  Where do you draw your inspiration from?

I draw my inspiration from Greek mythos a lot. Achilles and Partoclus specifically! 

[lavenderscarred]

' i just wanted you to know that this is me trying. '

Molly knows an olive branch when he sees one. The worst part of him, the pettiest, most spiteful side of him, wants to take it in his hands and snap it in half. The better side of him, tells him how simple it would be to just let this act drop. Close the distance between them & move on from this dance. Simple, yet impossible, because dammit if Ulrich hadn’t started this whole thing in the first place, the stupid, arrogant, git.

❝ Trying to…? ❞

It’s a bend, not a break, and right now that’s the best compromise that he can make. Just a little bit closer to the cliff’s edge. Always toeing, never stepping.

[deathinherited]

🌱🐢

🌱 which muse is the most gullible?  

oh, daelen for sure! despite her high wisdom score, there are times when day can be very naive -- she strongly believes (perhaps a bit too strongly, some might say) in the inherent goodness of humanity, and has been known to blindly put faith in the wrong people.

🐢 which muse always runs late?  

cy, because they don’t know how to tell time by any means other than the sky nvkjvnnvn

alternatively tiv: between his elaborate hairstyles and penchant for jewelry, it can take him a while to get ready -- he insists on always being fashionably late.

[widaugast]

THE 100 SENTENCES  ----  accepting! @duelrite​ sent a message:  you can't save someone who's already dead.

        He's not getting through  ----  something is not coming together, something left unspoken that is hard to verbalize around with someone who only comes into their life every so often, hard to explain without common sight, without everything that comes with the smaller revelations and evening discussions of a shared journey.  While it's true that he and Ulrich are often at odds, a stubbornness on both sides very easily raising one another's hackles, it is still frustrating to encounter once again.  Perhaps it is that this hurt comes, unintentionally, as one that cuts multiple ways  ----  at old goals and ones they'd found already.  Memory flickers back for a moment, catches Caduceus' body under Jester's hands as life had flowed from them, beckoned by green light.  ❝ That has not...  it has not stopped us from trying. ❞

        Another memory, inevitable, catches light  ----  a pair of red eyes sightlessly gazing up into a clouded sky.  The smell of smoke, and a hand, two, on his shoulder, pulling him back.  A breath, and he looks at Ulrich directly ----  lips pressing briefly into a thin line.  ❝ That does not stop us from owing them a debt, either. ❞

[deathinherited]

@duelrite

it’s late when the crown prince tivian stumbles out of the tavern. the summer evening air is cool on his skin, warmed from the drink and the cramped heat of the tavern, and still he leans ever closer to his companion. loosely wrapped around his waist -- to keep him steady, for the wine has made his gait unsteady and careless -- is the arm of his bodyguard, a knight of the royal guard assigned to the prince’s purview over a year prior. 

tivian, having grown long accustomed to the man’s aloof nature, only further pushes his boundaries in his drunken whimsy: leaning his head on his shoulder, the long-haired prince lets out a theatrically woebegone groan. “the castle is so far, ulrich, i can’t bear the walk,” he whines, his words slurring together like milk and honey. “won’t you carry me?”

[bardbattled-mov]

' too bad i don’t agree. '        ♡        @duelrite​.

❝ too bad i don’t need you agree. ❞   that’s a little more defensive than she initially intended it to be, but there’s nothing to be done about it now. elsie is set on a course of action; she’s not easily dissuaded from it, and someone’s disagreement is the least likely thing to stand in her way. she’ll be toppling over that difference in opinion in two seconds flat. sleeves rolled up, fiddle in hand -- ready to do this, by herself, because no matter what, she is capable.