#mindsreprieve

[demonwebs]

cont. / @mindsreprieve

Vhaal'krin had, in fact, kept the other half. It was unconsciously (not) hidden under his collar right now.

"That's..." Denial lodges in his throat as he draws a hand close to his sternum, fingers curling and uncurling nervously.

"Um... I—have to pick?"

[demonwebs]

“ have i ever lied to you ? … i mean , in this room . ” (Mas - Mindsreprieve)(I don't feel like changing blogs sue me)

ICONIC THINGS GLaDOS FROM PORTAL HAS SAID .

They have the most beautiful pair of eyes—like shiny pearls caught beneath the gentle swoop of a doll's hairbrush, no swirling depth of colors to reveal their emotions, no splotch of dark ink to unravel their desires; just white, reflective orbs, reflecting all of his attempts of persuasion right back at him. Rather fascinating, really. If eyes are truly windows to the soul, it makes him endlessly curious to know whatever it is that could mean for Mas. He's certain they have a soul, shrewd as they may be—one who undoubtedly would suffer a better fate than his own, but perhaps it was just you were not allowed to peer at it without an invitation.

They also have the cutest little mole, which he has memorized, and a face that makes him understand why it is children find such joy in playing with pretty dolls. Sometimes, when Mas is talking, his mind just... drifts off. It's certainly not on purpose, as he prides himself on having a sharp tongue and even sharper mind, of those piercing eyes being trained to see beyond what is presented at face value, cutting through the facade people present to the world—but aren't they ever so lovely in that very special way that can make ones skin crawl? Endearing, perhaps, is the right word.

They might have already lied to him, but he'll sweep those under the rug just for now. "...You said there weren't ghosts," he says, finally, arms folded as his pert little nose scrunches up in dread at the very thought. "I'll get it for you... but there better not be ghosts." / @mindsreprieve

[demonwebs]

"I really don't get why you're denying the vampire allegations so hard. I mean, me and Astarion are both here and everything's fine. Dhampirs are even less maintenance since we only really need blood when we're hurt, unlike spawn." (Alasdair)

SOMETHING TWITCHES in the drow's forehead. Irritation. He doesn't seem to find this nearly as funny as these two do. Just because he is pale, and has red eyes, and fangs, and doesn't like the sun, and... alright, alright, so maybe there's a lot of factors not on his favor, but he'd know if he was a vampire, wouldn't he? For one-he doesn't drink blood! It sounds like a rather important detail to attune oneself to. It being what makes it a curse and all.

"Just because I look like this, doesn't mean I'm a-" Vhaal'krin cuts himself mid-sentence, his mischievous red eyes squinting as they flicker up to the satyr little fawn blood-drinking creature. "Fine..." he concedes, suspiciously too easily-a drawl to his voice as he inches closer. "If that's the case... as the senior dhampir, it's really your duty to give me biting lessons, no?"

[demonwebs]

tie. for your muse to adjust an article of clothing on my muse. + Reverse (For Jade)

‘ via the system of touch ’

"Mmm..." The drow let's the syllable stretch thin on his mouth, vaguely amused, trouble stirring behind his vibrant, treacherous red eyes.

They look—he looks away, and yet the moment their gaze aims forward, the drow's eyes are back on them. Plotting. Scheming.

Without warning, he stretches his long, paper-white fingers and tugs on their hood—yanking it forth, plunging them into darkness as it is forced over their eyes. It's like a big cat, pawing at something large just to watch it wobble, startled at the reaction of an action he'd taken, eyes wide and blinking unwittingly.

[girlrct]

❛ i wish you to have all you deserve. ❜ *coughVerityYouSuckUpcough*

&. 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. // accepting .

"Well, that's a complicated sentiment, isn't it?"

Even the way she enunciates the words seems calculated—light and cloyingly sweet on her tongue, but not quite cheery. She runs the brush through her gilded hair, from root to tip, in a perfectly straight line—like a ritual. Her neck and spine remain impeccably straight too, rigid against the mirrored reflection, as though she stands before a competitor and cannot afford to show weakness.

Another strand. She continues:

"I'm sure some people think I deserve horrible, horrible things to happen to me."

There, the faintest hint of a smile blooms, softening the outline of her lips—amused. The doll-like lilt of her voice does not waver, but her curiosity does.

"Tell me—what is it that you think I deserve?"

[whomuses]

" we can face these monsters together . " (For Caedes from Erthzen! Fellow durge moment...)

Breathing hard; fighting to maintain control. The words are jarring. He wonders, as they often did, how well they must have known one another before. Memories stripped away, and yet both tormented by this desperate, terrifying Urge. "Yes." they agreed, breathlessly, clenching their eyes shut, trying to put aside the damage they might do together. Against one another, perhaps; but more terrifyingly, what they might do if their twisted minds decided to work together... "We must fight it."

[hopedflight]

❝ i’m very sorry. i…i did not see you. ❞ (From Tsukiya, for either!)

fely'ene pulls a face of annoyance, for approximately half of a half a second, before she takes a breath. she breathes out, and smiles, and shakes her head. when she speaks, it's with the gentle soothing tones one might use on a startled horse.

(how many times had that tone been used on her?)

'"that's...it's alright." she said, looking down at the singed edge of her robes. she waves a hand, and the simple mending spell repairs the damage, "it gets a bit difficult to see at times, especially when things like fog or darkness are going on." usually she's have been further back but, wyll had gotten a bit too injured and she needed to be closer, as it was more than just her quick fix healing could solve.

"you're not injured, though?"

[harpersoath]

little dynamics tags boop.