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[vigilant-cleric]

@mythlike continued from x

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His unfortunate road companion had made his escape; so be it. Ashen trusted him to either remain discreet and cause no trouble around him, or else be caught up with by the Flaming Fist. Mage or not, a disguise spell could only get him so far; he would not be able to avoid acting suspiciously to the eyes of the corrupt guards of the city. The cleric would soon be proven right.

Ashen locked the door behind him shut as he entered the small interrogation cell, a barebones room in Wyrm's Rock Fortress. He took off his helmet and set it down on the table that separated him from the drow, taking a deep breath before sitting in front of him, hands crossed atop the desk and brow furrowed.

"It's fair enough that you chose not to trust me, but it landed you in obscure waters, Dezran. I warned you that the Flaming Fist did not take kindly to visitors like you. It'll be hard for me to get you out of here, and I'm not sure I want to, because I don't know why you tried to run away and I'm worried about it."

[taliswho]

@mythlike said: ❛ can’t sleep? ❜ (from viktor)

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⚙︎ . *. ⋆ ❝ ... NOT REALLY. ❞ THE MOON'S RAYS SEEMED to cut through the natural darkness that would inhabit the lab at night; no matter how used to seeing it jayce was, it always provided such a beautiful touch to the space, making it look brand new every time. it almost fully wakes him as he approaches the desk beneath the window, FIDDLING with the handful of small tools he'd brought in earlier. ❝ it's been a long day, it's just ... racing thoughts, you know? ❞

his gaze drifts to and from viktor's expression and the runes etched into the hexcore, and back again. it seems as though he can tell how tired he is from the slowness of his movements, the heaviness of his speech and tone of voice, even though he can't see his eyes through his goggles. ❝ what about you? you've been in here all day. ❞

AN ASSORTMENT OF DIALOGUE PROMPTS .

[zauneyed]

𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄. ( prompts ) “ they’re going to get me!” (from child viktor) sent by: @mythlike

𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞, 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐜𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬.

Hunched over as he was, he’d likely feel it in his back later, and would have to deal with Vander and Felicia complaining about his posture to boot when they’d catch him rubbing at his back as if he counted more years than he actually did. Yet he refused to let anyone see what he was scribbling down, despite most people leaving him alone to begin with.

Just when he reached for his cup without looking, a familiar motion which hadn’t caused a scathing hot spillage in years, did the rushed pattering of footsteps cause him to glance up from his journal at last, disrupting his motion and halting his fingertips inches away from the tin.

What he saw had him frown in confusion.

A boy was rushing down the path towards the mines, leaning heavily on a cane as one of his legs seemed to not be able to keep up with the pace the rest of his body wanted to move ― a precarious act to begin with, if it hadn’t been for the Enforcers following him on his heels.

Eyes narrowing at the sight, there was little second thought to be had as Silco moved. His hand grabbed the steaming tin cup firmly, while the other stashed his journal away with practised swiftness, before he rolled to his feet and started moving towards the boy.

If there was one rule every Zaunite knew to follow, it was that whenever there was someone in trouble with the Enforcers, they’d stand against them together.

“Over here,” he urged as he closed the remaining distance, gesturing toward the mine entrance he had been sitting in front of.

“In there!”

And without waiting for a response nor halting to see if his barked order was being followed, he pulled his arm back and aimed the cup right at the face of the first enforcer ― though masked, the hot liquid would still manage to scald at least some skin, even eyes if he got lucky.

[taliswho]

@mythlike said: [ peck ] a quick, light kiss on the partner's cheek (from viktor. maybe it's quick because it's the first time viktor's kissed him after becoming a qpr 🫣)

┊ ┊ ┊ ⚙︎ it didn't really matter how fleeting it was; any gesture like that, especially if it comes from viktor, was sure to get his heart pitter-pattering in the confines of his chest. he tries to hide it with a smirk, but by now it's perfectly clear, the rosiness of his cheeks. ❝ c'mon, vik, you're spoiling me, ❞ he mock-complains, although it's said with a hint of a smirk in his voice. regardless, it never fails to bring out a lovingly timid part of jayce, being the recipient of any kind of affection from his partner.

different ways to kiss someone.

[ofcrossroads]

valentine's day generator. || @thelyss / @mythlike

BREEZE: viktor runs his fingers through jayce’s hair

Rest was a luxury rarely found these days. The number of hates Jayce wore seemed to increase exponentially. Keeping up with it all was nearly overwhelming. At this rate, Progress would overtake him. However, he endured and staggered every step forward to chase shared dreams. They were so close, his fingertips could almost feel the magic in its pulses from the lab. Yet so far as the magnetic brrring and klinks of metal ceased.

Another night to mark for failure. He lamented a sigh and drew back against his bench chair. No one ever said science wouldn't be demoralizing, and Jayce knew that truth all too well. Still, it would be nice to see and taste success once in a while. Fingers grasped around his familiar coffee cup with the signature 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 imprint. A light sip, and he turned to the window.

The stars looked pretty but so terribly far away, and the moon was surely lonely. One day he'd reach them. The chase was exhausting though. Jayce's eyes weighed like anchors and drew shut.

He stirred awake at the sensation of fingers drawing along his hair. The gesture was comforting, soothing even. Initially, Jayce leaned into the hand before his sense struck him. Startling, his eyes widened with confusion. “ Viktor—? ” His tone wasn't upset but surprised.

“ Wh - how long was I out? ”

[ofcrossroads]

♡ for jayce/viktor

what my muse thinks of yours. || @thelyss / @mythlike

●●●●○ | ATTRACTION ●●●●● | AFFECTION ●●●●● | INTEREST ●●●○○ | LOYALTY ●●●●○ | TRUST

LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH

[allpossibilitiesold]

🍫    to   feed   my   muse   chocolates.

“    this is nice,    ”        he muses, eyes still on the ceiling as he lays on the floor of his apartment. arms bent behind his head, he   relaxes   into the blankets they'd used to pad the floor. their plans to get out of the city had been ruined by the rain, storm still raging outside. so they'd opted for an   indoor picnic,   and jayce had pulled out every blanket he owned to make the floor as   comfortable   as possible. more so for viktor than himself.

hazel eyes shift to viktor at the sound of   r u s t l i n g   plastic, noting the box of chocolates on viktor's lap. jayce moves his arms to his sides to prop himself up slightly on his elbows as he   peers   into the box. he maybe have been the one to pick out the chocolates, he hadn't tried any of them. even as the'd hand picked each flavor in the shop, he'd wanted it to be an   obvious   gift. not something he got for both of them. to his surprise, viktor holds one out to him. her   p e r k s   up slightly, shifting slightly so he can reach for it, only for his partner to pull it back.

jayce returns his arm to the floor beneath him to support himself, raising a brow as he starts to reply only for a finger beneath his chin to  tilt  his chin up. his expression turns surprised, curious even as viktor meets his gaze. hazel eyes follow as the chocolate is lowered, viktor leaning down slightly to feed him the chocolate. jayce opens his mouth to accept it, taking it into his mouth. he chews it slowly, still holding viktor's gaze. before the other can pull back, jayce lightly   grabs   the front of his shirt, tugging him down a little further to press a tender kiss against his lips.        “    thank you,    ”        he says softly before letting go of his shirt.

@mythlike  /    love is in the air meme.

[vigilant-cleric]

STING: receiver presses sender against the door, lips demanding theirs in a kiss that burns with passion. (from wylan)

Oh, Wylan. A miracle sent by the heavens - to Ashen, he was no less. Both a man of great bravery, and a lover he sought to protect at all costs - for what good is it to be a servant of Helm, with no one to guard? But it was a tricky balance between ensuring Wylan's safety and avoiding him worrying too much about the cleric, which he was prone to do.

And sometimes, the best way to calm his concerns was to move his mind to another matter entirely. One fuss too many and Ashen decided to surprise the other man with backing him into the door behind them. Warm lips rugged by the outdoors brushed against his lover's in a teasing motion, a brief exchange of heated breath as he spoke nearly right against his skin.

"If you so intend on protesting my methods, we should examine your eloquence from closer up."