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[dreadmaiden]

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the ruins of this monastery leave little to the imagination. one wrong step could set this place crumbling. "do you believe the blood of lathander is here?" she kicks aside some rubble to clear their path. "i wonder where they put it."

[houseflyy]

@fantasywr1te asked:

❛ never underestimate the value of being just who you are. life isn’t about being extreme all the time. ❜ from zahari

❥    𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀.𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐂.𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 [ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 ] ( PART 2 ! ) .

“Oh! I understand, I think,” Melody nodded. “I like who I am!” She expressed that further with a grin and a pat-pat-patting on herself with her claws.

“But,” she added, “Does that mean I can’t be extremely happy? Extremely good to the people I love? Is it too much to want to be more and more helpful?”

She fluttered nearer and curiously eyed who she assumed was a human, but she couldn’t be entirely sure. No human she had ever seen had looked so pale. And his mere presence delighted and comforted her even before his supportive words, a feeling not unlike being swathed in sweet honey all hers to eat. Melody hummed expectantly. What more did this kind, peculiar stranger have to give?

[rogueless]

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It was relieving to have someone who knew exactly what they were doing and what they wanted to do. Astarion was good at sneaking around and fighting but well.. not so much with planning. "Excellent!" He said excitedly, clasping his hands together. "A little chaos is something I can certainly do.."

The vampire was ready to walk off with everything they had gathered before he paused. He turned on his heels and looked over at the other in front of him. "There.. Will be murder though? Correct?" There was a pout in his voice, eyes, and a quiver in his lip. Almost begging for Aslan to say yes. If not, he didn't want to go. But as the others glared at him.. he feared he didn't have a choice.

[rogueless]

Your muse and mine get assigned as partners for a mission. from aslan

A Collection of My Favorite Nonverbal Prompts

Red eyes darted toward the stranger. He let out a sigh. Astarion didn't really want to go out on a mission. Hunting, getting food, scoping out, it all sounded so.. boring and he was tired. His feet were aching, too. "Fine." Astarion spoke finally. Looking over at Aslan. "We best get packed up and going then." He wasn't in a rush to get going but he also wanted to get it over with.

"What's the plan?" He questioned.

[whomuses]

"Hey - you can't sleep? Come here." from zahari

soft love

Caedes had been drifting around the camp like a ghost. For all their bulk and heavy shape, the white and red leant itself to a kind of naturally spooky nature. Trying to get things tidy at the least; packing away, cleaning, reducing, attempting to be... useful, whilst they could do little else but wait for time to past. They were afraid, yes. The hunger itched in their throat. They wanted to hunt, kill. They knew that sleep... sleep would lower the barriers. Yet he grew more exhausted, night by night. So when Zahari spoke, so quiet, they drifted nearer; tail waved behind him, eyes heavy. Drawn in towards the promise of something soft, something kind. Gods, he was... tired. "Do not worry about me." he murmured, even as he paused, next to the cleric, "I... shall be fine."

[nightingeal-arch]

📩 we might cause a stir. from zeal @fantasywr1te 🔆 as said by emmrich... – accepting!

"is that a threat? or your intention?" ellie raised an eyebrow, and while he was particularly curious about the answer zeal would give, there didn't seem to be any malice behind it. a touch of anxiety, perhaps, at not knowing what their definition of a stir was. but by no means unwilling to find out. there had to come a time, elinor reasoned to herself, that more chaotic methods may be as fruitful as his own. and perhaps more fun, but she wouldn't let anyone hear her say that. 

[nightingeal-arch]

📩 [ slow dance ] to slow dance with my muse from kenichi @fantasywr1te 🔆 valentines – accepting!

the sounds of the party weren't too far away, and elinor couldn't begrudge the tieflings their fun. while a party wasn't her first idea of relaxing, he couldn't deny that certain quantities of alcohol and a bard were surely a combination that would take the edge off their travels. she would leave them to it. it had taken her by surprise that kenichi had joined to help fight the goblins. not because of anything she had assumed of him on first impressions, but that tieflings weren't often sympathetic figures. ellie was grateful, regardless. and as their friends, their charges, if you wanted to take it a step further, were rejoicing in a victory, ellie and kenichi had found themselves away from the festivities, taking a moment for themselves as the music took a turn to something slower, and the pair had ended up in the other's arms, swaying. 

"i didn't take you for a dancer, shirahama." the observation is hushed, only just louder than the music they were dancing to, elinor revelling in the closeness between them. she was a creature made for company, left alone for far too long.