#radiantbrd

[bhaalswn-arch]

[ SMILE ] : sender begins to grin at something the receiver is saying, like a big unstoppable grin.

sexual tension prompts. ( accepting !! )

"——Seriously, who the fuck thought moths were a great idea? The way they burrow in ground, the way they fly and are drawn to a bright flame. It--" There's a pause, and soon Alkas was looking at her. That big grin, and Alkas looked confused. Why was she grinning like that? Was Aoife amused? That's obvious. "What?"

[weavewilled]

A TENTATIVE , EXPLORATORY KISS BETWEEN FRIENDS . ↳ smoochies !! ( accepting ) / @radiantbrd

THE  EVENING  WANES;  there’s  been  good  food,  decent  wine  (  or,  more  pointedly,  wine  that  didn’t  come  out  of  a  suspicious  cellar  that  had  likely  been  abandoned  for  months  ),  and  easy  conversation.  At  times,  joined  by  others  ——  there’s  been  a  bit  more  levity  tonight,  brought  about  by  small  victories  and  small  steps  forward.  These  days,  that’s  all  they  can  ask.  

It’s  not  precisely  planned.  It  just  kind  of  happens  ——  a  lull  in  conversation,  that  way  their  eyes  meet:  a  linger,  a  little  flood  of  something  warm  that  he  can’t  tell  is  just  a  little  too  much  wine  or  something  else  entirely.  Either  way,  he  smiles  ——  and  he  leans  in:  slow,  a  little  tentative,  giving  far  too  many  escape  routes.  But  then  ——  it’s  warm,  soft,  lingering. 

He  tastes  faintly  of  wine,  red  and  heady,  and  when  it  breaks  he  slips  back  just  a  fraction,  though  the  smile  doesn’t  fade.  ❝  I  hope  I’m  not  being  presumptuous.  ❞  A  pause,  and  the  smile  grows  just  a  little;  his  voice  stays  quiet,  just  between  the  two.  ❝  Though  I  suppose  that’s  something  I  could  have  said  before,  shouldn’t  I.  ❞

[sunoath]

@radiantbrd sent : persuasion check! [ dnd 5e ability checks! ]

[ AURELIEN ROLLS A 1! CRITICAL FAILURE! ] the first of the seldarine, the father of all elves —— blessed corellon larenthian, a god of many titles and boundless gifts. but one gift he did not bestow upon the loyal cleric was the gift of the tongue. as composed and well-spoken he was... to lie? it was against his very nature. and yet, here he was out of necessity. his face contorts strangely, a teethy smile that showed too much of his pink gums ( was he in pain? it looked as if he was in pain ). “ yes... i am a noble... of... baldur's gate! ” whose decision was it to have aurelien do the talking..?

[sanguinelf]

“You don’t need to tell me everything. I just want to know how I can help.” 

help? when has anyone ever came to help when he asked for it. it was such a foreign concept that it was instinctual to think she might be being sarcastic; mocking him even. but one look up towards her told him that he was wrong of that assumption. the concern in her eyes felt genuine- and he wasn't sure if that was worse or better. something that wasn't the parasite squirmed uncomfortably inside of him. "You can't help," he shook his head. "But... you can sit next to me. If you like." some company- some distraction. that was all anyone could do for him right now, because if cazador showed up tomorrow, they would powerless to stop him. "I hate that I can't even escape him in my own head. I want to forget his voice."

@radiantbrd

[rosaeura]

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

          aurora had always been one to pluck flowers,  to gift them to her fellow companions…  so how fitting is it that one of those companions offers one to her?  aurora reacts to the act with  surprise,  but certainly not displeasure.  she bashfully smiles,  a warm glow felt in the apples of her cheeks,  reaching out to receive the flower offered to her.  it’s a pink carnation,  as well…  not as common compared to many others,  but one she still adores.    “  thank you!  …i don’t know what the occasion is,  but thank you.  “

[bhaalswn-arch]

“oh, it’s not that bad of a joke.”

MISTER MAGIC SENTENCE STARTERS : PART ONE. ( accepting !! )

"It was," He brought his hands together like a prayer, pressed to his mouth as he gathers his words: "It was an attempt." He looked at her. "Not so radiant with the jokes there. Could get you a little joke book if we find one along the way."

"If there's any, I'm sure someone has the gall to make one."