#mantaspotrayals

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@mantaspotrayals asked : 𝐓he half elf rogue soon made his way into one of the taverns , hidden under disguise of one of the pirates. His hazel brown eyes darting around the room.

〝 𝐀ye , drink for captain .ᐣ.ᐟ 〞

𝐈t was said in different accent than he normally speaks and it seems his outfit and his voice sold well. Bartender without hesitation starting to prepare something to drink. Soon he settled down next to figure who stood out from others , peeking from underneath his hat.

〝 𝐀nything to drink for ya .ᐣ 〞

( Vax'ildan to Aisling )

The Selkie found herself in the bar after running off from someone interested in cloak, sitting at the bar as she tried to calm her nerves. God she hates sailors. But soon the eyes on the seal follows the gentleman who finds a seat beside her. Her own gaze soon meets his as she stiffens up.

An elf, she doesn’t mind elves but she’s still uneasy with everyone around her. Her fingers tap against the counter as she tries to match how he speaks. It’s hard when it’s not really your first language.

“I’m fine…” her voice soft, hoarse. Not from screaming but from rarely using it these days. So used to talking with her hands she doesn’t wish to confuse people. A glass of water is placed in front of her from the bartender followed by. Vax’s drink right after. Glancing away she takes a sip of it. Shes not a big ale drinker unless she’s in a mood. Right now she seems distracted. Looking out for someone. Still a bit on edge that they might still be following her.

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She chuckles at the kisses to her shoulder, humming at his words. Well she did steal his shirt but it’s nice to feel a bit domestic together while they can.

“True, sorry I borrowed your shirt. It was the first thing I grabbed to collect the milk delivery” she says plating some of the food. If he looks a little closer he’d see that’s all she’s wearing.

“There’s butter if you’d like that. I didn’t know if you wanted any” she says while taking their plates and placing them on the table. Grabbing some forks and knives she places them there too before moving to the ice box to take out some cold juice. Looks to be a grape and the other is orange.

“Juice or milk?” She asks tilting her head at him.

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@mantaspotrayals asked : 𝐓he half elf archer remembered that after their last adventure she had forgotten to return his coat and so after they were back in the Whitestone , knock on his door was able to be heard.

〝 𝐏ercy , it's me. You forgot to get your coat back. 〞

𝐇owever in the back of her head she was hesitating to return it since it laid so well on her and overall... quite comfy.

( Vex'ahlia to Percival )

He’s in his room tinkering away at his gun. Mostly fixing what he can and cleaning it up after not being home in a while. But that all halts as he hears Vex’s voice. A smile crossing his lips at that as he quickly gets up and makes his way to the door after setting down his things.

Opening the door he smiles fondly at her. Right his coat, he did actually forget about that.

“Ah right- thank you. Maybe later on we can get you a similar one. It gets quite cold on our travels these days doesn’t it?”

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@mantaspotrayals asked : 𝐅amiliar figure had leaned over the counter as his eyes caught someone who he recognised to well.

〝 𝐎h , isn't it my favorite handsome and charming half-elf , my dearest Vax'ildan. 〞

( Gilmore to Vax'ildan )

There’s a playful smirk on his lips as he walks into the store. Looking Shaun over as he makes his way up to the counter. Leaning his hip against it as he comes a bit closer to the other male.

“How could I ever pass up seeing my favorite sorcerer? How are you my dear Shaun?” He asks while pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

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There’s a laugh that escapes the fey. His hand over his chest as his laugh lowers into a chuckle, quite amused by his pouting and his reaction.

“You act like I forced you, you could’ve said no but you agreed so quickly that I thought you enjoyed it.”

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He nods to her as she backs away. He’s not very phased by the wolf, more or less disappointed in himself for not doing that too.

“You’re a Druid?” He can’t help but ask as he glances around the tavern. A little rowdy but nothing he can’t handle. Adrian is just sadly not… a people person.

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his ears pick up footsteps from a great distance, but he makes no attempt to move. they sound too calm, too controlled, to mean him much harm. one of these days this way of thinking might cost him his life ( or a good clump of feathers ) , hopefully today is no such day. then, just before he can speak, before he can greet and before the steps come to a full stop, he is addressed first. quite the display of bad manners on his side, he will make up for it later.

strangers don't last very long around here .

❛ i can imagine. ❜ for a moment, he continues to look out ahead into the dirt road that stretches into the settlement. a sigh of longing to mingle among the few faces crossing his sight, and another moment passes. hands adorned by talons smooth feathers covering his neck back into their spot, flush against the skin underneath. then, he finally turns, face finally clad in a warm smile. ❛ rakan. ❜ a hand to his chest, a neck bow to boot. it's an introduction of, well, him. even if the given name is neither true nor his own. it's a gift, or a souvenir, of a friend long gone. which of the two it is, he does not remember.

once more, for just a moment, rakan looks past @mantaspotrayals to catch another glimpse. his next words are carefully picked, as to not hurt feelings ( at least not intentionally ) . though, he does share the thinking-process behind them, verbally. ❛ it's not been very . . . how do i put this . . . welcoming ? yeah, that's the nicest word i can think of right now. ❜ both his hands meet before he points them at the other half of this conversation. eyebrows are drawn up as far as the corresponding muscles will allow. ❛ now, just to clarify, you mean chased out and not hung from a tree, when you say " strangers don't last long " , right ? ❜ all in good humor, at least if his tone is any indication of intent. for the later of the two options he must first be caught, which would prove quite the feat in of itself. ❛ and i've even brought song and dance. a shame. ❜ feigned hurt, even if his statement of gifts is true.

[ceruleanbender]

Mei-Ling crushed the dried herbs with the pestle, working them into a fine powder. The door of the apothecary opened, and her eye shot up from the mortar to the figure entering the little shop. She offered a small smile.

“Welcome—can I help you with anything?” She asked, her voice warm and inviting. She set the pestle aside and brushed off her apron quickly.

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