#helldusked

[dreadmaiden]

SNIPPY SNAPPY STARTER — @helldusked

divina drags her pack towards the warlock's tent. it is full of tomatoes. some over-ripe while others are rotten. "these are for you. to throw at your patron."

[dreadmaiden]

@helldusked liked for a starter :/

she has grown accustomed to this ritual. every morning, just as the sun pulls over the horizon, divina sits at the mouth of myr's tent, patient and quiet as the other woman braids her hair. there used to be stubbornness on divina's part. gnashing and growling like an animal. oh, how she has changed! docile as a mouse, she remains seated with her back straight and hands folded neatly on her lap.

"where did you learn to do this?" she asks. it's the first thing she has said since she sat down. "did you have sisters?"

[hercaress]

IT STARTLES HER HOW QUICKLY ONE CAN LOSE EVERYTHING. how easily one can go from slaying their demons to losing not knowing what to do with themself once those demons are slain... though she can't relate to the tragedy myr faces, she offers her company in support. with a deep sigh, she grips her glass of wine, a concerned crease in her brow as she watches the drow with empathetic eyes.

" you're not useless, " valhiri argues, though she knows it may be of little value. still, it's worth a shot. " if you can throw a punch, you're more help than you know. we're going to win this. we have to. " ffion's death can't have been for nothing.

@helldusked - cont.'d

[saintsdawn-a]

↬ a ( short ) starter for @helldusked.

“ sorry, but this slice of shoreline is occupied. ” if they weren’t a cup deep into the wine, it might have been serious. fortunately ( or not, depending on the beast’s mood ), it is only vervain that settles a critical stare on myr.

“ shouldn’t you be enjoying the festivities ? it doesn’t look like they’ll end any time soon. ”

[dreadmaiden]

@helldusked liked for a starter!

"it smells very strange in here." not even a greeting. divina does not care to mince words. she sits down on myr's bed roll. "i heard you talking. are you imagining things?"

[dreadmaiden]

“ it's been quiet. too quiet. ”

MEME IS MIA — @helldusked

deep in the forest, the only sound is the crunch of the earth beneath their boots. there has been little conversation as they try to cover as much land before settling for the night. divina enjoys the silence. the incessant chatter can take its toll.

divina hardly breaks her stride as she climbs over a fallen log. she lands on her feet without trouble. for a moment, she considers the drow's observation. looking back, it seems as though they are down a companion.

"we left the wizard."

[quastarsmoved]

𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚂 , selene included. she had barely began to share hers , the truth about where she was from and why she had ran. her father's murder pinned on her , though it was far from the truth. she was considered dead as well , her people now led by someone who constructed it all , who did not deserve the power.

❛ we'll get your contract , one way or another. ❜ words spoken to @helldusked. an unspoken promise that she intended on keeping. freedom was something that the other deserved , not to live under the thumb of raphael.

[dreadmaiden]

" let's get you cleaned up. "

THERE WILL BE BLOOD — @helldusked

petulant like a child, divina refuses to get up from her spot in her tent. (if one can even call that sad display a tent.) her armour has already been shed in favour of her camp clothes. the clean(er) shirt and trousers stand out against her bloodstained skin. and don't even get started on the little leaves and twigs in her hair. it's going to be one of those nights. "no."