#lunaetor

[etoilesfantome]

❝  oh,  i’m going to enjoy making my first impression with you.  how am i doing so far?  ❞ @lunaetor / conversational starters ( accepting )

—— he's been sitting here with Monoco, each of them taking a place 'cross an upturned stump. They've been playing some game with river stones and cards, the rules complex and seemingly nonsensical in that way that makes entirely perfect sense to the players.

The gestral eventually grouses and rises, words tossed between them with the parrying banter of two folk long familiar with one another, and Verso's left grinning and cleaning up the cards as Monoco leaves; the small colorful river stones, smooth and worn as marble, are carefully scooped up and slid into a pouch.

Pale eyes give a startled glance sideways and up as he's approached, and he gives a twitch of a smile. " Depends, " he muses, starting to pick up the cards to restack them. " What impression would that be? "

[crosaidi]

❝ you’re a donkey ! ❞ @lunaetor / kitchen nightmares

" —— y'can say arse, " he says, humored. " An' a bastard, an' a right shit, an' even, " he is a little shit, because those eyes are alight and that grin is only barely hidden, " on rare occasion, a dick. "

[eyehunger]

hands mora a chunk of bark

❛[ GIVE MY MUSE AN OBJECT ≻ accepting !

TOUCH A FORM OF CONSUMPTION, OF KNOWLEDGE GAINED. Boneless limb brushing over the shed of a great looming tree // A PIECE OUTSIDE ITS COLLECTION. Ensnared, lost in the void of tentacles as the entity tightened around the offering. CONSTRICTING // SHRINKING SPACE BUT DID NOT SHATTER. Seconds stretched before a loosened grip, a small seed like object resting in the crook of tendril where had been the bark. It was not a pure one-- - for it was a creature of corruption, of change. But it was to grow as a new addition to its realm // A MIX OF WHAT WAS AND WHAT SHALL BE. “&– - It shall find root within the forests of Apocrypha.” // @lunaetor

[bendwill]

❝ i’ve never seen anything quite like that. ❞ (hello and welcome back!)

sentence starters. open!

“The world only gets stranger. You'd best get used to it.” JUDGING BY TONE, IT WAS NO SURPRISE TO HIM. Arrogance exuded from Miraak's every pore, but not without reason; he was well aware of the oddities in life that followed him at every turn, no matter where that turn led. Where he walked, dragons or daedra were never far behind.

One hand still held Firstblade . He wiped the front of it across his robes and promptly slid it back into its scabbard, whilst a pearlescent orange eye seemed to blink and stare at the stranger, tendrils retracting their grip from the Dragonborn's hand like wisps of shadow.

“But don't bother concerning yourself with the dragons. I plan to deal with them.”

[crosaidi]

"You should go. I didn't realize how late it was." @lunaetor / andor

It seems like these late-night conversations have become commonplace; being half-elven, he doesn't need quite as much sleep as some do, anyway, and he has trouble sleeping even when he should be. But it's easy company, being here —— easy and distracting, aye, but it's a good distraction.

He gives a lazy grin, but he does shift to get his feet under him. " You sayin' that b'cause you want me t'go, or because y'think I'll sleep if I do? " That's a little wry, teasing, but an honest enough question; he looks up towards the darkening evening sky and sighs. " But aye, it is. Only time've day shit seems quiet. "

[alootus]

being looked at and being seen were two separate things. the aforementioned could happen without one even noticing that another being's eyes had been cast on them, but being seen was a sensation of its own entirely. anybody with the gift of vision could study the 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 features of others, but fewer would try and see what was lying beneath all of those layers and barriers, some which were rarely spoken about out loud. while padmé did understand that it could be a most unpleasant kind of experience to have someone aiming to discover something hidden, she was quite sure that eve wasn't actually bothered by her calls of intuition. a soft, sound exhale left her body as she welcomed a new smile. ❝ and you must have gotten used to it by now, i imagine. ❞ and she'd gotten used to eve's company too, but as his theatrical response ended with him resting his head in her lap, it took her a moment to get adjusted to the feeling of slight weight on her thighs, warm and strangely soothing. her verbal response to him took perhaps a tad longer than it usually would have, as she needed a moment to figure out what to do with her hands. her right hand found an easy spot on the bench's decorative armrest while the left one was held back by doubt before padmé allowed it to touch the side of his arm, fingers curled, her knuckles brushing against his skin.

her expression softened then, doe eyes following the loose strands of hair framing his face before focusing in his silvery hues. ❝ would you like to learn more about it, then ? ❞ she suggested, her solution oriented mindset shining through in its 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 force. ❝ hm... where's this coming from, why now, do you know ? there is no shame in imperfection, eve. ❞ there was a touch of hypocrisy to her attempt of comfort, yes, but padmé meant it nonetheless.

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[crosaidi]

sorry paerin eve grew up scaling cliffs and trees that vanish into the clouds, he loves heights, ur getting carried babygirl

PLAY WITH HIS HAIR YES

also that is absolutely a healer's job

FOR NOW AT LEAST PLZ

[crosaidi]

way i hear it, the city sleeps better with you in it. @lunaetor

The paladin blinks, and then his brow furrows, and deeply. " Don’t know 'bout that, " he mutters, clearly thrown off by the compliment and its implications. " I’m just one oathsworn arsehole, an' a piss poor one at that. " Which is —— debatable, and he carries the responsibilities of his oath seriously, but there are a number of godsworn and order-bound paladins who’d turn their nose up at this crass apostate. 

" This city needs a lot more’n that. Like a bloody leader who gives a shit. An’ that en’t somethin’ I can give 'em. "