#murderbled

[driofaire]

“Are you feeling left out? We could act motherless together.”

"Perish the thought. I would rather not seem ... influenced ... by their antics."

[celestialsanguine]

@murderbled liked for a one liner.

“I’m not afraid. Not of you, not of your darkness. I’m not going anywhere.”

[spiderwarden]

“Do you want to fight me? Or fuck me? I’ll have you begging either way.”

"AH-Haha!!" The bark of laughter is complimented by the brief toss back of her head before she meets her eye. Straightening with the tilt of her head and amusement lit within a red gaze. "Oh darling. I do not beg."

@murderbled - trying to be cute.

[tamedstray]

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𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 Send a ✩ to find out what my OC’s first impression would be of your OC, based on appearance, word of mouth and nothing else

❝Well, I guess it's nice not to be alone with these things up here. None of us can be picky for company, its just— if I look into her eyes, I think she might eat my soul...

      ❝That's quite the tattoo, and quite the scar. Maybe I'll just check in on everyone when we make camp; soothe my worries about being with company, and see how we're holding up. Might ease the curiosity, too.❞

[celestialsanguine]

@murderbled sent : “   you’re  so  much  more  than  the  mistakes  you’ve  made .  ”

A SNORT LEAVES THE PALE ELF. "Now now , i could say the same to you - although i'd doubt you'd listen." QUICK RETORT & yet no less true. However , despite the playfulness of it , it's quite clear by the narrowing of Astarion's eyes that Asthora's words had dug beneath his skin. HE WONDERS IF SHE WOULD UTTER THEM , knowing the full truth. After all - what little the companions do know of him has been cleverly crafted , to hide his shame and keep them at arms length.

"Some mistakes are permanent , my dear. Or rather , most of mine are - at the very least."

[zalimbane]

@murderbled: “i’m never more at peace than i am in your arms.” ( 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 )

𝕍𝔼𝕃𝕍𝔼𝕋 red pillows and gold trimmed duvet's couldn't cover the 𝖘𝖎𝖓 of their naked bodies beneath . STRONG arms continued to cup her entire torso upon his broad chest . countless throw pillows and he only wanted , needed , for her to rest her head against HIM . locked in with 𝙣𝙤 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚 . lashes were heavy on his eyes , chin pressed above her head , mumbling words un-befitting of a 𝑻𝒀𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑻 .

❝ i will never stop giving you the peace you want . ❞

do not leave yet . just a little longer like this . a little longer in this 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 . where our pasts cannot touch us , where our future is in tomorrow and not the now .

[cragsnow]

“I’ll kill that bastard. I’ll kill him for what he did to you.” @murderbled — sent from this prompt (x) still accepting!

this may be the first time in his memory that she's shown him any kind of sentimentality. it's appreciated, of course it is, it's just a shame that it had taken multiple stab wounds to get there. he'd been left outside her door, battered and bruised and bleeding, all in the aim of sending a message to her. in his opinion, it's a message that's very much been received. though the cuts and bruises may have been healed now, that doesn't mean he isn't still feeling the effects.

tucked up in her bed, comfortable for the first time in months, he listens as she rants and raves. listens as she threatens death and torture and pain to the man who did this to him. he shouldn't allow her words to fill him with a sense of warmth, a sense of comfort in knowing that she would go to such lengths in his defence. he shouldn't want her to raze hell on his behalf. ‘ asthora, i'm fine. ’ fine now, is what he really means to say, but she probably picks up on that subtext. ‘ i am. ’

[luredspawn]

@murderbled sent : ❝ i appreciate anyone that opens a conversation with threats of bodily harm. ❞

REACHING FOR A BLADE HAS BECOME SECOND NATURE - & he loathes it. There had once been a time when he had only carried a knife for protection and left it at that. A STORY THAT HAD BEGUN WITH LOVE & ENDED IN DEATH , ACCOMPANIED BY ENDLESS TORTURE.

"I don't like being watched."

OR FEELING CORNERED. No - such things reminded him of a prison he'd recently been freed from.

"Perhaps state your purpose and i might stow the blade."