#enspelled

[sirdavinos]

@enspelled said: How are you? Wait, did I ask that already? - occtis

" Only three times in the last half hour. " Julien says with a healthy dose of sarcasm, his attention on his own hands. Now that anger has settled on the revelation of the nature of his shadow more complex emotions have had time to worm their way inside of him.

Thjazi had infested himself first in his life, then in his family. Now in his very body. He can't shake that appalling feeling of his fist moving on its own. He was able to resist it that time, but what about the next?

He raises his head to look at Occtis. If anyone knows what it is like to feel foreign in his own body, it is that boy.

Then he remembers their argument outside of Obrimus manor and scoffs. He can't deal with this concern, this empathy. Resentment and anger are more comfortable bedfellows. " What happened to not pretending to care about me anymore? " He asks, the usual cruel smirk on his face when he's trying to start a fight.

[artifexx]

🍓 darian!

Send a 🍓 for random facts about a muse (specify muse, always accepting)

1. Darian tends to have a dry sense of humor, when he actually shows any humor, but he secretly loves puns. The more terrible the pun, the better.

2. He really enjoys 'handy work', repairing things. Fallen stitches, ripped seams, split leather, pulled or rusted chain, broken wagon wheels, he likes being able to make something usable and even pretty again, if he can.

And he's pretty good at it. He hasn't had any special training, just a lot of practice, and general aptitude. If he had been born in a stable home, in a village or city, he likely would have gone into a trade like carpentry or blacksmithing instead of mercenary/fighting work.

3. His handwriting is atrocious. Seriously, 'chicken scratch' would be extremely charitable. The bard Amoenus (another of my muses who has connection to Darian) calls it 'an assault on literacy'.

[4zune]

my essek cooking azune a delicious meal/dessert. (post campaign 2, maybe essek runs into azune when he's in dire straits?)

IT WAS THE SMELL HE FIRST NOTICED. how it filled the space with something warm that instantly made his mouth salivate. back when he had his own place, before he had a reason to run from the empire and a target to run towards, he used to eat a lot and cook whenever he could. this person who'd offered him a safe space, was now extending his hospitality this way.

azune lingered by the door, always unsure how to place himself in these kinds of situations. “ is there anything i can do to help? ” he offered, even though maybe he'd be more in the way than helpful with his still healing injuries.

[magusanima]

@enspelled has written: “ your bandages— you’re bleeding through them. ” from briar, for your seven kingdoms/medieval friendly verse? maybe pre-briar running away, him and his dad came to watch the competition?

There is a firm grip placed on the man's outreaching forearm, and the knight cannot help but feel immediately apologetic as he does. He does not know better, truly. How can one possibly assume one would not want assistance with a difficult wound?

Aye, that's that it is. Difficult, and annoying. His opponent's lance had graced him at such an angle where his mail had been looser than the rest. Perhaps it had been a rookie mistake, not checking himself over for weaker points despite assuring himself that the double chain would hold up. Such was his hubris...

"Apologies, my...lord..?" He stumbles over his honorifics, loosening his grip on the man's arm as he gives him a once-over. Surely he was not a another knight here to compete, or why would he have tucked himself into an opponent's tent? He dressed far too fine for a septon and lacked their holy chain besides, and he had not spotted him amongst the common rank...still, he wore no sigil or coat of arms about him...all Behni could assume was that he placed above him. "I appreciate the concern, but it looks worse than it is, I can assure you...just goes to show what rushed work can do." It did sting quite a bit though, and while he'd mended the worst of it, he couldn't count himself through the ringer yet until it coagulated.

"...But what brings you all the way to me? Couldn't be because my wounds were so poorly patched that you sniffed me out like some noble bloodhound, was it?"

[4zune]

if azune gives permission, occtis is brushing his hair.

THERE’S A LIGHT FLUSH ON HIS CHEEKS, not deep enough to match his birthmark but enough to be noticeable if anyone took a look at his face. he used to be better at taking care of himself. or at the very least keeping his appearance to a point he was proud of.

that hadn't truly deteriorated but with more important issues at hands, his braid had become disheveled and in need of being redone. occtis offered to help him, and truthfully it had been years since another person had handled his hair.

a small bottle with oil is placed in occtis' hands, as azune explains, “ i use this sometimes. when it gets too tangled. ” and then carefully, sits down in front of him. thanking him sits at the top of his tongue, but he stops himself as he keeps reminding occtis it's not needed.

[oneawkwardcookie]

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Screenshot from enspelled, where the letters were "nsbelesag" and the words used were invisible, lesbian and gay

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new character triad dropped