#pompeii.

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sunday fact time! pompeii runs hotter than majority of individuals. it makes him an excellent cuddle buddy in colder times or if you usually run cooler in general & a horrific, awful one in sweltering summers!

also, if you get frisky (or even just aggressive in general) and bite him hard enough to draw blood: he will taste hot & spicy. and not the pleasant kind, either. the oh ouch what the FUCK just touched my tongue kind!

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pompeii would don one of his own pieces for especially formal events, such as the upcoming party!! though he's a healer first and foremost, one of his (semi) secret passions is fashion and tailoring. some people might reduce his love to simply wanting to look stylish, but it's so, so much more than that.

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got the flats done of pompeii! i've got to head to work soon but i'm heavily considering adding shadows and highlights — we'll see !!

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if you put pompeii next to his twin brother, sehstino, there'll be two overt differences that stick out like a pair of sore thumbs:

height disparity. sehstino, like the remainder of pompeii's family, is tall. sehstino reaches approximately 6'11". pompeii is only a modest 5'2".

age disparity. while they're twins, they look vastly different in age. anyone who's aware of them being related, would likely surmise pompeii being younger by at least a few decades. sehstino sports a beard (a black-grey, looking again similar to the half-hardened lava atop his head though with some points here and there, some of the ends burning like dying candle wicks, embers flicking here and there) which naturally amplifies visual maturity, but he has a few more creases around his eyes. pompeii looks suspiciously younger than he should.

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for @celestialdetected.

Pompeii found that the price of his services worked simultaneously as a push and a pull. Pulling people in by virtue of the cheapness of it all, tempting them by crook of finger and bulge of pocket, whereby others might seek coin by the bucketload. And, yet, also pushing people away by them thinking that the price was too good to be true and that he might he some sort of con, hoping to make a bit of quick coin before skedaddling elsewhere into the city.

For him, it was simple. People here rarely trusted a healer that worked through psionics. He needed to level his prices with the market and the demand—and, quite frankly, most did not trust him. He’d need to work his reputation from the ground up, here in fringes of Baldur’s Gate.

He’d only had seven clients, today. He was sorely tempted to close shop early, and after a few moments tossing and turning that in his head, he sluggishly began to do so. Then did the telltale ring of the bell affixed to the door stunned him, shocked him out of his melancholy. He perked, a modest smile blooming across his lips, and straightened his back. Their chatter was short, and Pompeii dragged a chair closer to the man, offering it to him.

“Tell me,”  Pompeii began, his gaze not lifting off the wound as he pulled another chair close to Arawn,  “how’d you get this?”

It wasn’t necessarily probing, rather an attempt at small talk.

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pompeii time!! pompeii time!!