#herspawn

[underdarken]

@herspawn sent: ❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

" My hair is already - " One brush of their hand against the length of it withers the argument at its source. The tie is loosened, the once woven braid already beginning to unwind into curls. Even sifting through their mired memories, they can't recall a time in which anyone offered - in which there was anyone they'd allow. The silence that stretches is wondering, wondrous, wonderful, until it is finally silence no more. " Well, in that case, don't let me stop you. "

[headsmansax]

@herspawn asked: hey  …  did you hear that ?

Tharia falls silent, tilting her head to the side. Her eyes scan the treeline as she waits. Then, it comes again, rustling in the underbrush. Her hand instinctively flies to one of the daggers she keeps at her hip.

“ Please be Astarion coming back, ” she murmurs, instinctively putting herself between Ivy and the sound.

[orexias]

" in another life, we are brave enough to reject our destinies. " / @herspawn , for their one-liner.

[gloomedhands]

Some time had passed since the two, both an unlikely pair at first glance, had met. The circumstances could have been less grim and gore, had things played out differently, but the ranger had a contract and reputation to upkeep, even where he was lesser known. Greed was his master more often than not. He was just thankful they could settle on middle ground. Able to help one another. @herspawn sought something arcane and rare to merely stumble by. Such an item processed by magic so powerful wasn’t something to be found out in these wilds. But he had connections and knowledge ( his uses, so to speak ) that kept him at bay from her wrath. One that had swiftly died down. Dare it be said… he and Ivy were getting along well enough. They conversed frequently, denying themselves proper rest many nights, indulging in each other’s company.

Or simply he had started to grow fond of the woman. She compelled him in such a manner as… the thought died short, he dare not think it. Not now. Dakara drapes an arm over her shoulders, drawing her in playfully as they went. Nothing a little mindless conversation couldn’t cure, “You know, I think you’d dance fluidly across the battlefield with a rapier, Ives. Light as a dagger and twice as quick. Not to mention a little distance between you and your foe.”

[fatespins]

@herspawn // con't from here

FEW EXPECT THIS, in her defense. It’s hard to tell what he’s looking at when his eyes are glowing yellow like this, but it’s possible to get the sense he’s looking at her - two spotlights shining into her soul, perceiving, maybe even admiring. Both sets of wings are unfurled to their widest wingspan, aiding in making him seem larger than he is. The vessel is a relatively slender one, but he fills out his armor well. His wrist turns as he steps over the still-sizzling body of the man he just struck down, and the sword his hand holds thrums with raw divine energy, like the metal itself can barely contain it as an earthly conduit.

WINGS FOLD, AND eyes close as he takes a deep breath, holding it in for a moment before letting it escape in a deep sigh. When his eyes open again, the light fades into warm brown irises, and he blinks a few times before teeth bare in a cheerful grin.

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”

[hauntedurge]

@herspawn from ——— aw, you're gonna make me cry...

To say that the tiefling is taken aback would be an understatement. The shock only lasts on her face a moment; it's replaced by a splitting smile, wide and sincere, if not a little sheepish. Her hands raise, first as if to return to the hug, and then to gently push Ivy away, like she's afraid she'll break them. And she is. Golden eyes search the other's bodies for wounds or signs of damage as she says, "Ay, c'mon, soldier, I was just fuckin' around. I'm okay. I believe you'll do everything you can." Her smile gentles. "I'm having a good time just being with you all. I feel way more alive with you than I have in years."

[avernusdamned]

@herspawn / starter call.

" Hey there, soldier. " Karlach's voice is soft as she speaks up. It's late and it's starting to look like everyone else is turning in or starting to so she doesn't wantt o get loud. Karlach's always been a night owl. An afternoon of work used to mean a long night of celebration. Then it meant nothing but Hell's fire and Demonsbane. Now it means looking at the stars. Not taking them for granted again. " You need somethin'? I think everyone else is looking to bunk in for the night. "

[underdarken]

@herspawn // [x]

The spiderling does not delay, many fastidious legs leading the charge to the center of camp. The aroma of a meal nearly prepared wafts on the breeze even before Arkezet, crouched next to the fire, comes into view.

"So, you found her after all." An uptick of their mouth. "Enjoyed your walk? I thought you might've fallen in the river, truth be told."