#falsesighted

[crimesoughtarchive]

“And you swear on your life that they’ll like me?”

Jari’s done everything. Washed and done his hair up very pretty, dressed in civilian clothes(which is simply the button up and his usually pants that lie under his green padded coat, this time significantly less covered in dirt and blood), bought a bouquet of flowers for the Cassian’s mother. All this preparation and he’s still nervous. It’s a huge cliché, really. Boyfriend is nervous to meet his beloved’s parents- he’s read it all before but he didn’t think it was quite so accurate. “Does my hair look alright? My clothes are straight, right, my sweet?”

“I’ve never been under so much pressure.” Well, maybe there were a few other times…

@falsesighted

"I promise. You can talk with my father about spells too. I told him you were a wizard as well."

The tiefling smiled at him, helping to make sure he looked nice for his parents. Not that they would really care. He was sure his mother was going to jump them as soon as they stepped through the door. But he was hoping she wouldn't that his father would answer and ease them inside.

"You look fine. Don't be so nervous." probably easier said than done. he moved to knock at the door but stopped short. "Oh my mom might attack us when we come inside."

[reining-disaster]

Another room rented out and another few days together in the city. This time though Aljari had been…out. All day. He’d rented out their room and spoke to the Inn keeper a bit while Rein took his things upstairs and then he just sort of…vanished. Not unusual on its own, however. Aljari Etherborn was a man who thought it better have something unnecessary in the moment than need it at a later date. He must be prepared for it all…that and he did enjoy the occasional shopping spree.

The strange part was that he didn’t tell Rein he was leaving or where he was going or even mention that he needed to go shopping before hand. They could’ve gone shopping together hours ago but here the man is no where to be found until hours later in the evening when he returns with his satchel looking heavier and a smile donning his face.

“Rein? I’m back, dearest.”

Rein was excited for another weekend to themselves. This inn wasn't as... Seedy. Much nicer. Which honestly sort of felt... Weird. He was about to comment on it as he got to the room to lay down his things, but Jari was... Gone, "O-Oh..." He looked a little disappointed, but hey. Free bed.

Hopping onto the plush mattress and melting, Rein sighed, "I'll wait for him to come back." He resigned, finding himself almost immediately passing out. It had been some time since he'd been given the opportunity for a nap and a space all to himself. It was only natural. The soft bed helped him stay asleep without nightmares. This was a rarity. But this place was nothing like the basement he'd stayed in and therefore, he felt incredibly safe.

It wasn't until Jari walked into the room and said his name that the man sat up with a snort. He wiped the drool from his mouth and he seemed absolutely out of it, "Huh? How... How long was I out?" He asked, stretching his back and groaning, a bit. He looked stiff. In a bit of pain, "Where... Where did you go, my love?" He rubbed his eyes and yawned.

@falsesighted

[dreadgloom]

a ranger and a wizard walk into a bar . . . continued from here . . . @falsesighted

Dionisia weighed the option that was proposed. Her pouch was heavy with gold coins that had earlier today not been her own, and the sun was starting to set. There was no real negative consequences to stopping for a drink and getting off the streets for a while. ❝ Alright . . . but only if you can get us either a table by an open window or on the balcony because I’m smoking while we drink, ❞ the ranger decided.

[elkenbulwark]

// The kind of respect biv gets from other half-orcs thus far b like:

Mar: silken baby face. babygirl. Canta: he looks breedable- Jari's kid bro: are you a fucking hobo??

[mystraguideme]

@falsesighted Cont from X

Finally free from that complete mess of a portal, Gale stands, dusting off his purple robes, swiping a hand through his windswept curls. "Aljari! Well if it hasn't been an age and a half since I last saw you. Well, other than what I thought I spotted running along through that crashing Nautiloid in the Hells...."

His smile is light, reflective of a kind, grateful mirth in his eyes (despite their past disagreements.) "You wouldn't have happened to have given up magic and instead pursued the fine art of Embroidery?"

[apalestar]

@falsesighted provided this nugget of hilarity.

This just needed to be known to everyone. It's too funny.

[theautumnpicker]

@falsesighted

Ever since he's met Aljari, there's been a coldness to the man. And sure, Astarion did put a knife to his throat shortly after that meeting, but it was just a misunderstanding! One which he owned up to immediately. He'd have thought by now they'd have all let bygones be bygones.

It's all the more inconvenient because Aljari seems to be settling in as the leader of their little group of misfits, with the others following his decisions like helpless puppies. And if Aljari doesn't trust him, it means he certainly can't reveal that he's a vampire spawn without, more likely than not, being cast out of the group. It's becoming a real challenge, hiding it. He got sloppy the other night in his hunger, and Aljari is bizzarely thorough in the way he rifles through everything they come across.

Something has to give, if things are to change. Astarion can humble himself, a little bit. So he approaches their would-be leader after supper, once the others are turning into their tents, and sits down across from him with a sigh.

"Look. I know we didn't exactly start off on the right foot," he says with a little smile. "I ... misjudged you. I was wrong. But you don't need to take it so personally. I know, I know." He rolls his eyes, places a hand on his chest, leans his upper body forward a fraction. "Nobody likes to meet new friends at knifepoint. But isn't there anything to be said for second impressions?" He lowers his hand, smiling up at him with the most hopeful expression he can muster. "I've been on my best behaviour except for that one tiny little incident, haven't I?"

[bruinescence]

@falsesighted cont.

Halsin gave the other a curious tilt of the head, a few beads hidden amongst braids clinking while he did so. The wizard was always a source of puzzling company, but even he had trouble discerning the nature of the other's purported plans when they were sheltered between a 'yes' and then a 'no'. He supposed he shouldn't expect much clearer of an itinerary given the sort of chaos that seemed to follow Jari around like a curse of sorts he'd yet to cure himself of.

"So it is a proper spare you're after? I don't believe I've crossed wood in such a manner in a good decade or so. But perhaps I've relied too much on the weave as of late." Well, the 'weave' (particularly the thread count of the robe) was not to be relied on given how close it seemed to splitting a seam or two each time the druid shifted too much of his weight to one side. Thankfully his balance was a bit of a switch in its own right so that the strain never quite settled too long in any one spot.

A chuckle escaped him when his company called him out...rightfully so. "It is at the very bottom of my list of concerns, I'll admit. Though as they say...when in civilization, do as the majority does or end up in prison." And he knew all too well about that lesson when having even the slightest bit of spirits often stirred nature's spirit in him so deeply that he'd quickly shed any garments to enjoy a moonlit stroll through a city park.

The request gives him a moment's pause, though only enough to close the distance between them and bump shoulder's with Jari's in a playful nudge. "Is that why we need a private space? I would think it would be for preserving your dignity when you fall to a less seasoned pole-arm enthusiast." Though to use one other than a walking stick would have been stretching the term a bit far...he was certainly an enthusiast when it came to whittling them, however.

"I know of one close by. Here-to me." He stepped into Jari, pulling him against his flank for a moment with one arm while magic glowed upon the tip of his free hand that he entertained the air with but a moment. A misty step ahead with the wizard in tow would deposit them in to a meager clearing away from camp. Carpeted by the beige of bobbing wheat grass and the occasional pop of color with a wild flower or two, the clearing surrounded by heavy thicket could not mask the sound of a creek running adjacent nearby. "Ah- here we are. A tad smaller than I remember, but that only means it has yet to be disturbed. A virgin corner of nature."