#ospraey

[fatespins]

@ospraey // con't from here

HE DOESN'T EVEN remember what he said - something offhand, something effortless. He does remember Mav's smile, a thing that softens his incredibly serious features and causes a smile to start blossoming on his own face.

INTERVENTION IS NECESSARY. Riley is flying too close to the sun with this one. The fact that the assassin is allowed to live in his presence is blasphemous in and of itself. And now he has the audacity to smile at whatever foolish thing the vessel said? Smiling, instead of groveling for cosmic forgiveness - THE CELESTIAL TAKES matters into his own hands quite literally, closing one of them around Mav's neck. "SOULIA," his voice thunders, the language burning itself in Riley's throat. Fallen. He spits it like an insult, because to Ry'ahleh, it is. He can sense the fear, he can sense the anger - he dares to rebel against his divinity? THE HAND SQUEEZES and begins to lift, enough that only Mav's toes are on the ground. He will beg -

A BLINK, AND he's back. What is he -

RILEY GASPS AND releases his hold on Mav's throat, pulling his hand away as he lurches away from him. Brown eyes are wide - what happened? Think - he doesn't remember. He doesn't remember.

"WHAT DID - WHAT happened?" His voice is taut, like he's afraid of the answer. "I don't remember -"

[herspawn]

“ I hope there’s a damn good punchline coming. ”

" What do you call a rodent that contracts vampirism? " The question was asked, a grin stretching on her lips. Let the build up happen before she finally speaks again. " A mouse-quito. "

prompt // accepting

[recitedemise]

The river sings. She slips silver between his fingers, chilled beneath his nails, and even with the shiver of the gloaming noonlight, the water, wintry, nips like ice. Gale, washing his hands clean, doesn't mind it. He allows a taste of fire to warm the cold run of his skin instead, giving chase to the bite of the mountain-stream. Quizzically, perhaps even beautifully, his knuckles and fingers shimmer gold. How — brilliant. Hunched beside the bank, he lets wash all the bloodshed of the day, and for the wizard of Waterdeep, cleansing death seems so easy; yet, for their fierce, little osprey, the opposite holds true. "Ah. It never really washes off, does it?" Gale asks. Gods, his brother, that story he doesn't yet know... He hasn't the foggiest idea. Instead, Gale focuses on how poorly the river cleans his hands. "It may just be a mite too cold. May I?" he asks, palm raised.

@ospraey liked for a starter.

[countercharmda]

12. does your muse get flustered easily? how would they typically react to compliments from someone they are interested in/dating?

i would say ren does get flustered easily -- but it's a bit twofold. he gets distracted at shows of confidence, yes, and uh...does obey rather fast if you tell him to do something. but soft and sweet gestures fluster him too. especially anything to do with his hands i think. should someone compliment him he goes a lil pinker than normal, has a lil laugh about it, and tries to say something clever in response...with varying levels of success.

[fatespins]

❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜ ( f-for ry'ahleh ... sweats )

sharran starter sentences // @ospraey

"NI'IS." RADIANCE EXUDES from the paladin's body, not entirely unfamiliar - but the sneer etched across his features betrays that he is not himself, if the thundering voice and glowing eyes didn't already give it away. The celestial is clear to the other aasimar - yes. LONGSWORD TWIRLS IDLY in his grip, a gesture Riley sometimes does himself. It seems to sing as it cuts through the air, stopping only when the grip on its hilt suddenly tightens and stops its lazy arcs. "You taint him with your mere presence, SOULIA. My duty is to preserve him - why should I not smite you the same as his other enemies? Your judgement will arrive at one of our hands sooner or later."

[countercharmda]

i ADORE ren and i adore YOU as well. man. you're so sweet and so much fun to talk to, and ren is an absolute delight. he's a wonderful oc that you have really poured your heart into! he makes me laugh And cry which is truly the ultimate combo. i can't wait to further develop his relationships with both mav and kycius, i feel like there are some really special dynamics brewing there. ilu stella <3

jupiter i will in fact cry

[fatespins]

[CHECK] + reverse ( for riley 👀 ?? )

cheetah being held.jpg // @ospraey

FOR ONCE, RILEY'S memory is crystal clear. He sees movement in his periphery, the glint of a knife coming from darkness toward his companion's neck -

RILEY GRABS MAVERICK with one hand to yank him out of the way, throwing him somewhere behind him and using his other hand to bring his shield across his body and slam the would-be assassin in the face. He hears bones crunch, sees teeth fly - there's another person moving somewhere behind him, and he turns, this time with his sword drawn, and cuts another hooded figure down with such force that blood sprays across the opposite wall. He doesn't need a blackout to handle this - the paladin is fully himself in this moment, standing above the two of them, scanning for more.

NONE COME, AND so he turns his attention to Maverick. There's blood on him; unsure if it's from the fresh corpses or from him, Riley swiftly steps up to him, stowing his shield so he can take his face in his hand. His touch is soft, warm despite the cool metal that protects his hands, a thumb wiping red from Mav's cheek with a delicacy that comes in stark contrast to the violence he displayed just moments earlier.

"ARE YOU OKAY?"

[fatespins]

“How did you not notice?!” ( for riley :-) )

haha whoops // @ospraey

"I JUST DIDN'T." A funny answer, considering how seriously his ankle is injured. He'd only noticed when he'd started getting light-headed, and Maverick had noticed the bloody footprint he'd been leaving behind them for some time. His boot is soaked through, and thin puncture wounds hint at nails that managed to stab between plated grooves of his armor.

WHEN DID THIS happen? He tries to think - a trap he'd stepped on that had closed around his foot that he hadn't seen and wasn't fast enough to dodge. That would do it. It pulls a chuckle from him, and he shakes his head.

"I'VE EXPERIENCED WORSE injuries than this. I'm fine - my boot, not as much. Too bad, I really liked this pair."