#liiveagain

[dreadmaiden]

@liiveagain liked for a starter!

her curiosity gets the best of her. without thinking, divina asks, "where do you go late at night?" the thought has not left her mind since she noticed astarion sneaking away from camp a few moons ago. "i saw you, tip-toeing into the forest."

[liinthar]

Oh, I wouldn't actually leave. After all, where would you be without me?

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Tatithra hummed, stringing her lute as she side-eyed the pale elf. She usually prided herself on being able to read peope but Astarion proved to be hard to pin down - though, he was funny. A nice change from the humor she was used to in the Underdark; which was none.

She played a note on her lute, happy with the sound before giving Astarion her full attention. Her lips wanted to form a smirk but she held back. She heard a tiefling speak how scary a smirking drow was and didn't want to be scary. Instead, she gave Astarion ( what she hoped was ) a friendly teasing look and nodded.

"You do fight well, I guess. So, there's that."

[becamemurder]

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀the tension between the end of bloodthirst and the vampire had nagged at the crevices of orin's mind. the ticking sound echoed within the cage of her psyche, the need to play- to serve and kill. she had pointed the weapon toward him.

⠀⠀⠀orin took another step, her limbs moving in an unsettling wave. he had seen past her disguise. to think that playing that damned archmage would get her caught! and she thought she was doing well, too. she had played with different guises, learning more about the saviors of baldurs gate, the destroyers of the general that attempted to lead the murder march. surprise wasn't the word she'd consider regarding the party. annoying? that's more like it.

⠀⠀⠀❝⠀⠀⠀you will be a good rat ,⠀⠀⠀❞ ⠀⠀orin's twitchy smile crosses her blackened lips and she gives them a quick lick of anticipation.

⠀⠀⠀❝⠀⠀⠀and you will be a delicious offering to our cause. you act as if you aren't scared, but i can smell, yes, smell the fear that surrounds you.⠀⠀⠀❞ ⠀⠀the changeling took yet another step, the tip of her crimson dagger lightly pressing against the fabric of @liiveagain's garb.

⠀⠀⠀her scleras make it difficult to read the expression she wore, but the smile and the slight shake of her hand said all. her thirst for blood, for carnage, was a game.

⠀⠀⠀this was a game of cat and mouse, and she had made it known that she was the cat. orin presented herself like a feral feline, bloodstained and worn from the years, with much more experience than a hostage. it was evident with the knowledge she had, the grotesque paintings that the party had already bore witness too ( the damn clown in the lower city, for one ). she was a predator, higher on the food chain than a vampire spawn.

⠀⠀⠀❝⠀⠀⠀my hand itches to flay that skin of yours and dress your body , hells , the painting i'd make of you ,⠀⠀⠀❞ ⠀an unbecoming, maniacal giggle erupted from her throat.

⠀❝⠀⠀⠀yesyesyes- you'd serve me well, now, be good or i will make sure you don't speak another word.⠀⠀⠀❞ ⠀⠀

[starlyht]

don't know what it is about me that makes people think I want to hear their problems. - for sol'rys

true blood starters

“at least they will suffer speaking to you,”   sol'rys responded flatly.  he'd walked beneath the sun long enough to expect it,  though.  few surfacers desired anything to do with him.  the tieflings weren't hostile though closed off,  and the druids were insufferable.  he was more than alright trailing the strangely pale elf like a shadow and allowing him to do most (if not all,  really) of the speaking.  he was better off when he was quiet,  anyway.

“but no one made you stay and listen.”  he'd gotten weary of the tiefling's complaints about his problems and wandered away himself to discover the pricing of a merchant's potions.  a thrill of unease had shuddered over him at the way the old woman rested those too-clever blue eyes upon him,  as if she looked through him rather than at him.    “so who is really at fault.”