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[sporefound]

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[sporefound]

“  it’s fine— nothing i haven’t dealt with before.  ”  || @feygloom

amanita lets out a quiet 'tsk' as she works on unraveling aeris' gore-matted braid. though amanita had managed to knit her bleeding flesh back together with magic, there was a larger problem at hand. truthfully, she knows aeris could tend to this on her own. amanita, however, saw a golden opportunity at hand. they sit at the river's edge, not too far from camp. though amanita did not understand the other in full, she couldn't help but harbor a certain curiosity. it was the same curiosity that had gotten her into trouble time & time again. lucky for both of them, she never learned.

" are you sure about that? " she asks, raising a silver brow. truthfully, the wound hadn't been that terrible. amanita wouldn't suggest that the other go to sleep any time soon & she was sure aeris' head didn't feel good. she would be fine in the end, though. her hair though? that was a different story entirely. it could be funny, were it not so tragic… there was most certainly potential here, she muses, but not without work.

amanita runs her slender fingers through the other's newly freed hair, careful not to catch the chunks of dried blood in it as she assesses the situation in full. this could be her new project. she seems delighted by the prospect.

" it seems you haven't dealt with this, " she finds a few strands of hair, holding them carefully between her fingers, " in a long while. let me work my magic, please. "

[celestialsanguine]

@feygloom liked for a one liner.

"I should've been a drow. They have such stylish armour."

[saintsdawn-archive]

‘ there’s plenty of sense in nonsense sometimes, if you wish to look for it. ’

the infernal devices.

at first there’s. . . nothing, and aeris’ comment joins the chorus of nature. then comes a groan from the ground – over exaggerated, drawn out to let the half-elf know that her comment was heard, and that it wasn’t appreciated.

“ right, ” she says. “ right, of course, and that makes sense. ” she abandons the hard ground, sitting upright and using both hands as a prop. the look she gives @feygloom is less than enthused. 

“ you sound like someone i knew. ” disturbing and comforting, and it does little to ease her worries in this swamp. “ he was sharing bits of wisdom like that, and it made as little sense to me then as it does now. and believe me, i tried. ”

[lunawish]

" oof. taking every piece of loot sounds like a good idea until i'm responsible for inventory management. " azelhart scratches her head, perplexed at the sheer amount of useless armour she had brought back with her —— they ought to be worth some coin ... right? knee propped up, the ranger frowns in frustration. she's street smart at best, but far too honest to be even a decent trader. casually, she turns her head to face @feygloom . " you short on any healing potions? 'cuz we have 50 right here! " / sc.

[dcviline]

᯽⊱ @feygloom ⊱ don’t fight it … it’ll only hurt more if you do . / for astarion except i’m getting patch up vibes

ㅤㅤㅤTHE FIRM POUT UPON THE SPAWN'S LIPS DOES NOT FALTER FOR THE LONGEST TIME. Eyes glare at the soaked rag that burns his wounded flesh upon every contact, flinching away from Aeris as she moves to wipe his skin again. ❝ This is why I prefer magic, ❞ he whines, hissing between his teeth as he feels the contact against his shoulder, that awful stinging feeling spreading through his broken flesh. Hands ball into fists, one clenching at his bent knee, fingers digging into the fabric of his pants as his leg bounces impatiently. ❝ Gale made this damned concoction, didn't he? I bet he put something in it he knew would be extra stingy , just for me. ❞ As preposterous as that may sound to any rational person, Astarion is anything but rational at the moment, given the near death experience they'd all just collectively shared. ❝ Are you almost done? I'm starting to consider the benefits of simply letting myself bleed out rather than endure another second of this. ❞

[dcviline]

᯽⊱ @feygloom ⊱ ❛ this must be like the first time you were nice to me. ❜ lae’zel dkfjsks

ㅤㅤㅤBROWS FURROW AT THE OTHER'S IMPERTINENCE, upper lip curling into a disapproving snarl. ❝ Chk. I am not being ❛ nice ❜ . I am simply doing what I must to foster better cooperation. Our success depends on our ability to fight as allies. ❞ And to be allies, there must be a measure of trust. Those who are not gith do not find the same value in being focused upon a single goal no matter any personal distaste for the allies at their disposal, their dedication always fluctuating beneath the tides of their reckless, weak emotions. This istik must not be allowed to grow skittish in her presence, lest Lae'zel count her blade amongst betrayers and enemies alike. The freshly repaired leather in her hands is shoved back into the half-elf's arms. An inferior material, truly, compared to the armor of gith, but such a primitive form is easy enough to fix. ❝ You should learn to deflect arrows, then your armor will not have need of so much mending. I could show you how the Githyanki do so, if you would like to have some chance at protecting yourself. ❞