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You know you're a little too comfortable writing alone when you stop mid sentence and go "oh that's nasty... good for you." before you go back to writing.

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I am rewriting Theurgist. As I've stated before. I'll be posting the rewritten chapters as well as the ones I've written.

So. Yeah.

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Hey guys.

I was feeling saucy last night and edited Fall Around. If you know the fic, you know the fic. Because it's NSFW it won't show up. Read on AO3 or look it up on my blog. I reposted it. I'll have to go through and edit my writing page. I've been editing Theurgist, too. I've already done the first two chapters and am working on the third. I may start writing it again since I can't play my game until my harddrives gets fixed/replaced.

I hate my cat.

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9 & 35! :3

I didn’t expect anyone to actually ask!

I’ll do it for you, babe. 🥺 (Also, thank you so much. I saw this at work today and it really got me thinking about writing. So I've just been listening to classical and I was really able to get into it. Honestly, you asking helped me a lot today. ❤️)

Because they are my muses, these will be Ferelith x Astarion.

9. falling

It was hot. And Ferelith could recall a few times she had been in a steamy situation. This was incomparable. The plan was straightforward. Jump across the lava. Be as quiet and as quick as possible. Unlock the chest. Jump back. The only real issue was the elemental patrolling nearby. It was going to take finesse to make it across, not to mention concealment. Something only Ferelith and Astarion could do. And something they had managed to accomplish many of times. She may not have been one with stealth as her companion was, but she was by far the luckiest of the group. And only Astarion outmatched her dexterity. She was light-footed and quick on her feet, an excellent candidate. The only issue was her ability to jump that far. But she reassured Astarion she could do it, despite his concerning glances to her before beginning his trek across.

Ferelith jumped once. All was well. Even the hair sticking to her neck and face couldn’t distract her. A second jump. Fine. Looking up, she could see Astarion had already made it across. Her hesitation was only holding her back. A rumble went through cavern, there was a shift as the footsteps of the elemental grew closer. Damn the heat. Damn the beast. Damn the Underdark.

Astarion saw how close it was, too. He turned to her, a look of panic passing into his gaze. The look of, well, oh shit. There were two options. The first being she could use the best of her abilities to stride across. Which, truth be told, was unlikely given her strength. Or… the second option. And the only option she felt was the right one. Astarion could witness the elemental turn his gaze upon Ferelith. He may not have seen her, but it did not matter. A cloud of mist shrouded her, hazing up into a thin fog as the heat caused it to dissipate. She reappeared suddenly in front of him… which was both accurate and unfortunately… a mistake.

“No, not here,” he heard him hiss just as she felt her body sway backward.

The rock crumbled beneath her feet, a step Astarion had avoided that he was too far away to warn her of before. For a moment, she felt her shoulders welcome the same heat as the back of her legs. As one does, all felt weightless tumbling backward. Until a hand grabbed her forearm. It pulled, twisted her around and skidded her across the ground. Not only had she nearly plunged to her death, but now she was being whisked above it like a slab of meat to be broiled. Naturally, Ferelith opened her mouth to scream. It was quickly silenced by Astarion’s other hand. Crouching down, he pulled her away from the edge and nearly into his lap. He looked out across the lake of lava. The beast suspected nothing. Just another pile of rubble lost to the cavern.

Ferelith pulled his hand from her mouth.

“Not my best moment,” she admitted, looking up at him with a playful grin.

“Not in the least,” he replied in a similar manner. “But we can’t have you falling to your demise just yet, can we?”

“No…” she felt her smile widen. “Not yet.”

35. filthy

“I’ve never bathed in a river,” he wrinkled his nose as he reluctantly untucked his shirt.

“You’ve never been able to before,” Ferelith said from the bank, her clothes already on the ground as her ankles were submerged in water.

“True… but I wouldn’t mind an actual bath.”

Astarion lowered himself to sit upon the ground. His fingers removed the laces from his shoes. His hands wretched his feet free from them. He rose up with a grumble and another complaint ready as he prepared to remove his trousers. It wasn’t until he could feel the dirt on his bare feet that he was able to take in the moment.

The rustle of the leaves above him. A soft breeze, brisk and cold against his bare skin. It skimmed across the water and caused more ripples to rush down along the stream. In it was Ferelith, her entire body illuminated by the moonlight. The curve of her neck. The wave of her dark hair. The profile of her face. The glint in her golden eyes.

“Come on then,” she turned slightly, her delicate hand stretched toward him. “You’re filthy.”

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I was going through some of my old writings and found this conversation between Astarion and Ferelith concerning reviving Gale:

Astarion: Are you understanding any of this? Ferelith: Yes but I’m not really paying attention. Astarion: Should we write it down? Ferelith: Nah. Let’s fuck with his image a bit. I have a scroll in my pouch. Astarion: He did say we have two days…

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I'm having the urge to write something spicy.

Oh boy. It's been a long time.

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WIP Wednesday!

I still do not have my other hard drive hooked up so I has no banner. Thanks @noire-pandora for tagging me! I like the nudge from time to time. :)

Anyway, I’ve been a busy busy lady. I took a break from Theurgist to work on Strange Fates. Though I do have chapters for them both.

Strange Fates - Things got awkward last chapter. And I rushed right into the next morning. I am looking forward to writing these two.

When Aeva woke the next morning, dawn had not yet approached. Even the birds that had yet to fly south had remained in their nests still asleep. She stared at the top of her tent, her head spinning as her chest rose in and out with the small waves she was still feeling inside. The whispers had died for the moment, but she knew it was a matter of time before they would return. But their arrival had brought upon the burden of its origin. Why had they spoken out within that moment? And more importantly, why did she give in to Fenris? She brought her hand to her forehead, feeling the cold sweat brought on by her restless night. She did not want to think about him, but she knew she had to come to some sort of conclusion before she saw him.

Theurgist - I have worked on this very briefly. I have to admit I got distracted playing the actual game and sort of forgot how the temple bit went.

She spit the remaining blood from mouth, hearing it splatter across the wall. Ferelith continued down the stairs, Shadowheart close behind. Wyll followed. And Astarion lingering a few feet back. He looked at the crimson stain on the wall, glistening wet with temptation. He ran a single finger against it, placing it between his lip to taste the sweet liquid that came from her mouth. He watched her cross the tomb, her attempts to ignore the cleric waning. He licked the last of her flavor from his finger tip, savoring each sensation that fell through his body as he did. He was going to have to be more careful.

Beautiful War - Not something I’ve worked on in awhile. I uh guess I could throw up a few more chapters? Most of these are just docs sitting in my folder waiting to be posted. I worked on them last year I think? I don’t even know anymore.

OC - So I have been working on something special for my D&D group. My DM wants to take a break so I’ve created this wretched nightmare short campaign so he can play while I take over a few sessions.

As you look up, your eyes meet with not the face of your friend. But with the two yellow eyes behind her. This is yet another familiar face. And your body feels the crushing weight of hopelessness as you lose the feeling in your limbs. There is another tug, and your body is now jerked upright. The fowl hand clutches the neck of your friend tighter as her face becomes deranged. And just as you think her windpipe might burst, she let’s out a maniacal fit of laughter. The fiend’s free hand raises upward in a flicking motion and your arm jerks one way. It flicks again and your other arm jerks. Your friend’s laughter gets louder, her face turning red, as the beast beneath her lap moves it’s had like a conductor. You are it’s instrument. And it feels as if there is nothing you can do. Make a Wisdom check.

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Working on Chapter 14 of Strange Fates. Should be up today!