#knivesong

[reining-disaster]

Starter w/ @knivesong

Rein found himself alone that evening. He wanted to grab a drink and had a little extra coin on him. Off to the closest bar, he went.

When he stepped inside, he noticed how absolutely empty it was. Minus the presence of a single woman.. and, well, a bar tender. Though, the woman he immediately recognized from his childhood. She had been a little girl at the time, but she looked very similar. He knew those eyes. That nose. Those features. His demeanor shifted from neutral to excited.

"Annie?!" He ran over, nearly tripping on the way to her, "I-I can't believe it! I haven't seen you in years! I thought I'd never see you, again!" His voice was shaking, excited and nervous. He wasn't sure what to say, how to act. He had forgotten how different he looked back then when he met her at a circus in Baldur's Gate. He didn't think about her not recognizing him back. He just... saw one of the few friends he'd ever made and instantly moved.

[hellscaress-a]

I think you’re beautiful (Moraena bc WHAT A BABE)

her head whips towards the lowly half elf with a deep-seated frown. she was still quite unfamiliar with surface dwellers and their customs and this one seemed just as bold, if not more so, than the others who foolishly approached her. at least this one wasn't a man for once.

the scowl thaws slowly until it's a meager smile as she regards the other woman, tilting her head with a hand now resting on the groove of her hip. ❝ great minds think alike it seems. ❞

[githki]

@knivesong 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. ˎˊ˗

❛   i   don’t   necessarily   trust   lae’zel   …   ❜    the   small   githyanki   begins   ,   her   soft   voice   quiet   so   only   annie   could   hear   her   beside   the   warm   crackling   of   their   campfire   ,    ❛   but   i   do   regrettably   believe   she’s   right   —   a   zaith’isk   is   likely   our   only   shot   at   purifying   ourselves   of   this   ghaik   parasite   ,   and   the   only   place   to   find   one   is   a   crèche   …   ❜    a   tense   ,   heavy   sigh   falls   from   ruddy   lips.    she   abhors   this   —   this   entire   situation   is   really   testing   her   hardened   patience.    of   course   ,   of   course   the   one   place   she   never   wants   to   return   to   is   the   one   place   that   now   holds   the   only   plausible   solution   to   their   problem   ,    ❛   but   —   i   think   we   should   find   this   halsin   that   the   people   of   the   grove   spoke   of   first.    perhaps   he   will   have   a   better   solution   ?   ❜   she   really   ,   really   ,   really   doesn’t   want   to   go   back   to   her   crèche.

[exsanguidus]

@knivesong

A little smirk danced over the vampire's features as he watched Annette begin to approach. It was a habit of her's, he'd noticed, to come check-in with him after she returned from her little ventures and gotten comfortable in her camp clothes.

❝ I always love when you come sauntering over. ❞

He admired the sway of her hips as she walked and the way her lips pulled into the sweetest smile, one he noticed was reserved especially for him, when she greeted him.

❝ What can I do for you, my sweet? ❞

Astarion couldn't help the dreamy little sway of his shoulders as he sounded the more endearing nickname.

It was to his absolute joy that she had come to inquire for a kiss. He'd happily give her a thousand kisses a day, if she so asked. He leaned forward to meet her, lips parting into the kiss just enough to taste the sweetness of her lips while leaving the kiss just chaste enough the others wouldn't stare. They could have far more intimate kisses in the privacy of one of their tents later tonight.

When Annie pulled away, he gave a soft whimper and a breathy declaration.

❝ I do rather like that, you know. ❞

Astarion was absolutely smitten.

[exsanguidus]

@knivesong

To say that Astarion was annoyed was a bit of an understatement. This lot of buffoons he'd hired - yes, hired, rather than manipulated because he was convinced to do the proper thing - was doing a piss poor job of following simple directions.

❝ By the gods, I specifically said I wanted the chaise in the western most part of the parlor, parallel to the wall but not against it, at an angle to view the door but not entirely face it. Why is it so difficult for you people?! Where is the space between the chaise and the wall? How do you expect the wood to stay pristine if it's going to scuffle like that every time someone sits? ❞

It took everything in him not to snap a few of their necks, instead opting to gulp down cold rabbit's blood from a crystal glass. It was disgusting cold, of course, but he had manners enough to not just bite into a rabbit around company. Besides, he rather liked the crystal and being able to dramatically wave it around as he barked his orders.

Astarion was moments away from just tossing his hands up and letting his temper get the best of him. That is, until a familiar scent and the sound of footfalls towards his direction caught his attention. He immediately perked up, abandoning the workers - much to their relief - to instead stride off to seek attention now that Annette had returned from her venture out in the city.

❝ Welcome home, darling. Apologies for the disarray. I had hoped to be finished by the time you returned, but I'm surrounded by idiots. Care for a nip? I had roasted duck and parsnips prepared for you. ❞

He wasn't the one who cooked it, of course. He'd had someone else do that, but he was definitely going to take all the credit for being such a thoughtful partner.