#h3llslinger

[tcmpestes]

starter for @h3llslinger

It's bloody miserable and cold. The chill clings to Serendipity, even after the door to the inn closes. He hardly hears anything spoken between his companion and the innkeep -- or, rather, doesn't care to listen in. He focuses instead on the warmth of the fire, trying to warm his hands. Trying not to shiver too pitifully in front of the inn's few patrons.

When the door to their room for the night is opened, the prince is nearly overcome with sweet relief. He sets his bag down, and starts to unclasp his cloak, when he pauses. Notes the sole bed in the room.

" There wasn't -- anything else available? "

[bloodtwin]

&&.┆THE BAG OF BONES ☠️ INBOX.  

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@h3llslinger sent:

handyman pj spending the night with puck, shadowheart & astarion. puck & pj are cuddling in bed while shadow heart tucks the kids in and astarion goes to get a snack. bonus points if pj has little nip marks on his skin from all three of them. <3

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❝ DOES IT HURT ？❞ She's fretting again. Eyebrows drawn together in concern, she eyes PJ warily, guiltily.

This happens from time to time. Not as often as it used to, but it's hard to shake the fear of accidentally tearing into a lover's skin too roughly when one has a past as uncontrollably violent as Puck's.

She curls around PJ, holding him close. At least she doesn't have to worry about trapping him anymore. She knows she won't hurt him with a snuggle, or a kiss either. Puck presses his lips to the bite mark on PJ's shoulder. There are several littered all over his body, not all of them being Puck's doing, but this one was. It seems deeper than the others. Maybe Puck is imagining it.

Still, he kisses the spot again, licking it like a dog tending its wounds.

[dunerover]

@f8weaver: @h3llslinger steals his hat (or coat) and runs away <3

He wouldn't tell you why, but Zandi was trying out beading. Was.

"The hell're y—?!"

His vest is yanked away so fast he's dragged off his seat. Zandi makes a grab for Jack as he reels off the end of the stump, but his fingers brush his spade and get nothing but air before he hits the dirt on his back, a deep red cow rug in a clicking shower of multicolored beads.

He scrambles onto his stomach with a hissing "Shit—" and pushes his chin off the ground just in time to watch Jack race around a tent and disappear. Ha. Hard to find a guy who liked this kind of attention lately.

"Oh, you assh—uph!"

His footing half-rolls out from under him on a freckling of beads, but all it does is make him worse. He corrects, whips his tail and launches into sprinting pursuit.

"You're fucked when I catch you!"

[saintsdawn-archive]

013. on horseback , deep in the woods .

setting prompts.

it could have been mistaken for a deer trail. hidden beneath brush and littler form above, it took a trained eye to pick the old path from the forest floor. or, she thinks, looking at the twisting branches above, have the woods tricked and doomed us? 

“ how much longer do you think it will take ? ” asked while she continued to watch the light fade, emerge, and scatter through the leaves. “ or do you think the woods have no end ? ” she laughs. it’s far from genuine, but it completes the act. 

the beast beneath her flicks an ear. “ let’s hope it doesn’t, or there’s a chance of vervain’s temper boiling over. ” the reason why they ride paces behind @h3llslinger. the aging warhorse distrust the woods too. “ and i think i would like to sleep somewhere that isn't cold, hard ground. ”

[saltscars-a]

@h3llslinger ⸻ ❝Magic can kill. Knives can kill. Even small children, when launched at very fast speeds, can kill.❞

Eponis replies with a quick, hearty snicker, gratefully indulging in a little mirth. ❝I'll remember that, should I ever run out of weapons,❞ she says, fanning her still-grinning face as she composes herself, before her sharp, curious gaze falls upon PJ. ❝I like your guns. Miniature canons, no? Let's use projectile children as a last resort... Unless they're annoying, of course.❞

[accultant]

Gives them various purple colored trinkets because purple seems to be their color

PJ piles the trinkets in their arms and Iago's eyes grow a bit wider with each one. A button, a pretty stone, a paper flower, a- well, Iago has no idea what that one purple shape is but they'll have fun finding out-, a decorative spoon- all purple. Iago likes purple. And they suppose pink, as well. Oh- and green. Emerald green. And sky blue, definitely sky blue, that one's almost as nice as purple - despite their mostly monochrome fashion choices and general demeanor, Iago has grown quite fond of a bit of vibrancy. The clutter that decorates their tent is ever growing and almost nauseatingly full of color at this point.

"I've never considered sorting my collection by color, but I may have to move a few things around." It is sorted, despite what the few privileged to see the inside of their tent might think. It's just a very specific organization that would require too much time and effort for Iago to explain. They readjust to peer over the pile of trinkets in their arms and nod back at their tent. "You're welcome to join me, if you'd like. You could tell me about some of these. If you aren't busy."

[relentlessgrief]

from @h3llslinger : I'm an expert at wranglin' horses. I won't let any of them hurt ya. besides more people die from falling in the bath than by horse tramplins anyways

Falling in the bath?!

Is that another fear Connor's gonna have now?! His friends falling and busting their heads in the tub?

[starlixir]

{Continuing from (x) for: @h3llslinger}

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In all honesty, Nova isn't the type to do much fighting. It's not that she couldn't fight. She very well could! It's the mere fact that her desire for peace among conflict came shining through, but it didn't mean she's going to stand around and let someone get beaten up, especially when things could turn ugly. And it didn't take long for the sound of the chair moving against the wooden surface of the floor - lost in the chatter of the place - to fill the air, indicating Nova stood up and stepped in between the two. A fight being moments away from breaking out. One she had no desire to get involved in at the moment.

A flash of a grin slipping onto Nova's lips, stretching wide, but it's as gone as it came. It didn't stop the grin remaining in her eyes, allowing a glint of it to twinkle in her eyes.

❝No need to owe me anythin'. Just happy to step in and assist when I can. Plus, that guy been lookin' for a fight. Are ya doing okay other than what just happened?❞