#elkenbulwark

[ehrendiila]

@elkenbulwark

Your shiny little fish scaled tunic there. Looks like Boooal got to ya.

". . .. It's elven armour." But in this, he spies an opportunity. "Definitely cult robes, but not Boooal."

[wildskissed]

Random Asks - Nonnie mused: What do you think about the way the half orc treats Astarion? You know he told Astarion to feed on vermin. And his brother? Are you not worried for your own safety, given he seems to have it out for elves?

Oh, how this is so very skewed...

"Astarion, Birvor and Ehrendil have very complicated issues. They are three very TRAUMATIZED individuals with similar personalities and none of them would like to admit that. Because of that, they can be very hostile towards one another, and while I am not condoning ANYONE'S behavior, I'm aware the issues exist. I'm also determined to help them all to figure things out for the better, which starts first and foremost addressing the anger issues. It's just all going to take some time. Behavior that is ingrained into a person because of ABUSE, is a very hard thing to move past. It takes time, and it takes PATIENCE, and some of that behavior is never actually unlearned--just molded into something a little different. All three of them are so very important to me, however, so I'm definitely working on it. As for me and my own safety, I'm really not worried about it at all. Birvor can be rough around the edges for sure, but I've never gotten the brunt of his frustration the way the others have. He's more GENTLE with me than I've ever seen him be with anyone. He's trying. I feel like you're looking for a very specific answer here, but navigating through such intense emotions with all three of them is definitely a full time job that I'm currently trying to work at..."

[apalestar]

@ehrendiil @elkenbulwark

"Oh Ren, your brother has escaped from his cage again. He's issuing threats. Do discuss. This one is rather unique."

[wildskissed]

Random Asks - @apalestar mused: Eve’s arm was thrust in front of him while she dined. A determination in her eyes to make a point, he believed. He took the offering sinking his teeth in more gently now that he knew how. Allowed the blood to pool in his mouth before swallowing. He knew when to cease now. How to feel for the slight fluctuations in someone’s heart. When he felt hers, he unlatched his fangs. Pressed a clean cloth against the wounds to stem the flow. All the while aware this was her attempting to teach her would be paramour a lesson.

She's not trying to be a BRAT, she's simply trying to be the example that she wishes to see. As far as she is concerned, they are all in this together--a family no matter the issues between all of them. When it comes to Astarion specifically, Eve has never waivered from the idea that he needed to be fed, and it never bothered her to make sure that that happened. It meant taking care of him, and she was firmly of the mind that everyone in camp needed to help, and if not then she would do it. She didn't want to hear anything negative about it.

"I hope that helped, Astarion..."

[apalestar]

If that demonic flying rat comes anywhere near him, he's swinging first (his halberd) and asking questions later. @elkenbulwark

Batstarion Asks

A rat, is it? He is a noble vampire far, far stronger than any half-orc idiot could ever be. Beneath him really even as minuscule as he is in this form.

He can be patient. He will wait until the walking disaster of complexes and fashion faux pas is sleeping. Nestled comfortable and safe in his tent or so he will believe. Then, he will strike.

[wildskissed]

Random Asks - @elkenbulwark mused: Well, it's dark enough for them all to be heading back to camp now. It's also a short enough distance until they get there combined with the fact that he's taking up the rear end of the march with her that he feels up to carefully lacing his fingers with hers for a quick squeeze after his hand accidentally bumped against hers. Would he regret it? Most likely. But only if he turns to see her reaction and the teasing flash of her eyes, which he opts not to do by keeping his gaze focused steadily ahead. "Almost there-"

The last thing that Eve had expected was for Birvor to hold her hand. Not because he never did, but because even as it got darker and even though the others weren't hanging around them, they were still not alone. Birvor didn't enjoy PDA the way that Eve did, and while she respected that sometimes, she LIVED for moments like this where she could interlace their fingers and there was a chance that someone might see them. He had to know that, and yet here he was, and she brought his hand up to her mouth to give it a kiss as she held it.

"I could say the same about you," she teased a little, glancing at him and then continuing to walk. Someday, perhaps he wouldn't get so NERVOUS about showing her affection when others could see, but she knew they had to take baby steps. Her heart felt lighter regardless, and she smiled at him. "Does this mean that if I'm a good girl and I don't tease too much, I don't have to go to bed alone tonight?"

She meant it innocently enough--she just wanted snuggles--but she had no idea how he was going to react to that, and she was CURIOUS.

[ehrendiila]

Did you ever hold your brobro @elkenbulwark as a baby? He looks kinda heavy now.

Ehrendil remembers the moment Birvor (@elkenbulwark) came into his life. A small, scrawny half-orc toddler with barely any meat on him. He'd been an adult then, and they'd said it would do him well to learn how to care for something. And care for him he had. The servants had done a lot of the work Ren couldn't - feeding them both, clothing them...but Ren was the one to be there. Ehrendil had taught him to read, read stories and even sang him to sleep quietly so their parents would not hear.

When the training had started, it was a slow change -- and gods, it had hurt. It still hurts. He hates what they've become - hates the resentment he feels toward Birvor; hates himself for feeling it. He hates their parents for doing this to them, for leaving them.

He hates a lot, and wishes he could love more.

Birvor is all he has left; there are no other siblings & no family that Ehrendil knows of. His mentor is long-dead, and any friends he'd had had always been more interested in his brother's company, and how they could use him to get there.

He comes back to the question, feeling suddenly colder, and hugging himself for warmth. And though he'd not admit it; comfort.

" He's heavier now, yes. "

[ehrendiila]

"Pray tell, brother, what cultist robes am I wearing?"