#faithbled

[herspawn]

" You mentioned you traveled some, right? ⸻ What is one of your favorite places you've been to before? " She was curious, especially when she's seen so little of Faerûn.

starter call | @faithbled

[bhaalswn-arch]

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation .

KISS & TELL. ( ACCEPTING )

Your lips were claimed without warning, and your gasp was abrupted and swallowed up by the other's mouth. Your lips were familiar with the act, but not with a stranger. It's a dance that you've found alluring. ( Yet you want to consume and devour. To sink teeth into supple flesh and be greeted with a soft flow of blood. ) But there's hesitation in your actions or there was until you suddenly felt the fire of your desire. So you kiss, and you kiss, and you drag your teeth over his bottom lip.

You let out a soft moan to indicate of your profound contentness. Hells. You had to eventually pry yourself away lest you end up becoming dangerous. "I do wonder if you do this to every stranger you meet, or if I'm simply just special and oh-so-kissable?"

[clochanamarc]

@faithbled asked: [ first time ] sender leans in and kisses receiver for the first time / uwu uwu / DIFFERENT KINDS OF KISSES PROMPTS (ACCEPTING!)

" so, once we reach the next town, i suggest we indulge ourselves. mm? spend a little gold, get a few inn rooms, have a hot bath... not that i'm saying anything against the humble pleasure of a lake, but... i do miss feeling warm and relaxed after a bath! and as.tarion believes the next town is famous for their flower harvests, so we might be in luck with some nice soaps-- "

kindreth's presence is one that brings a resounding solidity to things. the simple wish to help others, the kindness he shares so willingly with the rest of the party, and his refusal to bow down in the face of their (as of late) entirely unfavorable odds. things may change. the party, certainly, will not emerge from their journey unchanged. but if any of the gods are kind enough to heed her awkward prayers, she hopes they grant him the strength to survive the coming days with his soul intact. and if they don't listen, then she hopes, at least, a few days rest and relaxation amidst flowers and feasts and festivals should surely rejuvenate him.

so caught in her plans is she, that it's not until kindreth's head dips down, and his lips capture hers in a soft, tender kiss that may have intended to be brief, but her own instincts politely extend. the scrolled map rests atop a barrel, and her newly liberated hands take hesitant moves; one touching his cheek, feather-light, while the other carefully pushes herself from her settled stance into a kneeling one beside the log on which he sits. there, amidst woodsmoke and the faint spicy aroma of the potions and brews simmering on the flames, she can only really register the warmth of his lips, the shape of his jawline beneath her touch, the taste of peppermint tea and plums lingering on their lips. and when, inevitably and unfortunately, they pull away, she finds herself unsure of what to say until her voice emerges alone. " you certainly know how to surprise a girl, kindreth. and pleasantly, too! "

[moonridge]

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth / listen he would

( blood, blood, gallons of the stuff! || accepting! )

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　　　a pitiful, agitated little whine rumbles from the tiefling's throat as they squirm and pull their head away from wherever the washcloth tries to touch. there's no rhyme nor reason to why they're resisting, because honestly, they'd like the blood to be off of them as quick as possible! sitting still for preening, however, seems to be relatively low on their list of 'things they even remotely like doing.'

　　　ozus jerks their head away from the wash cloth and makes a face at it, nose wrinkled and lips pulled into a frown. ❝ are you finished yet? ❞ he had barely even started!

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　　　　　　　　　　　 —@faithbled—

[moonridge]

❛ If you want me busting kneecaps, it’s gonna cost extra. ❜ / kindreth no

( yellowjackets. || accepting! )

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　　　a beat passes, and then another. ozus finds themselves blinking in surprise at the half-drow. ❝ are you... extorting me? ❞ perhaps not entirely the right word for it, given the threat isn't really there, but it works either way. ozus laughs in disbelief. they would have done the same, really, but that it would be directed toward themselves instead!

　　　❝ ... no? no, no, no listen. ❞ they twist their wrists and slowly let their palms lower. ❝ you and i are like a team, aren't we? we want the same things, more or less. so can't we just work together without the coin? ❞ a hand places itself over their heart. they'd try their hand at persuasion, then, charismatic as they are. ❝ i'd be happy to help you, if you're interested in helping me. free of charge, on both sides! ❞

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　　　　　　　　　　　　　　—@faithbled—

[respicefincm]

closed starter from lisa for ellie @faithbled

"you good? we're closed." spotting the younger woman lingering outside of the club honestly made her jump at first, a part of her knowing to instinctively protect herself in the early hours of the morning. "i haven't seen you here before, you lost or something?"

[hckrgod-blog]

          @faithbled: i have done nothing wrong ever in my life

                    leo just sit down and eat your ice cream.

[codedly-a]

leo: fakest fake to ever faking fake