#reining disaster

[aancunin]

@reining-disaster Cont from x

Astarion scoffed with amusement as he heard the barbarian mock him in frustration. Another slow turn of a page as his eyes wandered upwards. Watching the man fiddle with his hair violently only to come to an unsuccessful conclusion.

He snaps his book closed with a sigh, opting to get up and help Rein. His feet stopped short of Reins's bedroll, body leaning over the man as he stared down with a smirk. “As amusing as it was to watch.. you’ve made me take pity. For your hair, not for you. I cannot fathom it becoming a rats nest because you’re unable to style it.”

He makes a motion with his hand. Urging the other to sit up from his pouting. “Just this once. But after that, you’re going to have to find someone else or learn when I do it.” he seemed rather adamant in the statement. He wasn’t going to do this every day.

[writtenmisfitsarchive]

@reining-disaster continued from here

Rein's breath hitched as he felt the hands on his face, looking at Chantrea. For a moment, his eyes were panicked, body shaking, teeth bared, his hands instinctively reached up to take her wrists to pull her away initially, but he paused, mismatched eyes beginning to gloss over and tear up. He let out his breath, sharply, hands, instead, wrapping around her wrists as he bit his lip, wanting her to stay. This was okay. He was okay. She was more than okay. Perfect, "I'm-... You-..." He was at a loss for words, studying her face as they were forehead to forehead, "You are something else." He settled on that. It was all he could think.

"Shhh..."

Chantrea didn't even know what had gotten into Rein, what had caused him such a moment of panic and distress, but she recognized it herself, she recognized it in herself. The mage was no stranger to panic and anxiety, and she knew how quickly it could take over someone and spiral out of control.

"I've been told that before." Her voice is low, husky and dark like chocolate liqueur. A smile rests on her lips as he pulls back a little to look at him, lifting a hand up to brush hair away from his eyes.

"Sometimes we just need a little help finding our center."

[notyourastarion]

"You can bite me, I trust you."

Starter for @reining-disaster

Out of their merry little band, Astarion had singled out a potential member to feed from straight away: Rein. Rein who was understanding and patient with people. Rein who wouldn't get as angry as the request for blood as say, the Githyanki. Rein who was inviting any old lost soul to join the camp like he was collecting shells at the beach. Helpful Rein. Kind Rein. Friendly Rein.

The little half-elf was simply exhausting sometimes. How on earth were they supposed to save themselves when he felt the need to help every poor sap who crossed their path?

"You trust me? How delightfully naive of you." He smirked, as he often did, and shifted his weight from one foot to another. He wouldn't get what he wanted if he didn't at least act civil. "A bite has lasting effects, you know. Are you sure about this, darling?"

[dxnse-macabre]

closed starter for @reining-disaster !

HE WASN'T UNFAMILIAR with waking up to a start in the dead of night. it was a song and dance he was all too familiar with ; he needed to know if a partner he had seduced tried to leave before they could awake, COERCE them back to bed ...

now, waking up to the cold air kissing his cheeks was more of a blessing compared to a ❛ lover's ❜ lips instead. that didn't help his eyes snap open from his meditative slumber when another would shuffle in the early hours.

it also DIDN'T help when another would snap awake themselves. for some reason, it ... STIRRED something within the elf... and not in terms of arousal ; rather, pity ? pity, seeing a reflection of himself.

it was revolting.

❝ bad dream ? ❞ he asked, rather out of POLITENESS if anything else.

though, the sincerity was there. you had to DIG for it.

[exsanguidus]

@reining-disaster

Something had perturbed Astarion deeply. Something that he knew he couldn't keep to himself any longer. Of course, he knew that he could tell his beloved Annie anything, but this was something that he wasn't sure if he could elaborate to her properly. At least not in any way that she might misunderstand.

The vampire had few friends, and he certainly wasn't going to summon one of his brothers or sisters from the depths of the Underdark for a chat. Brothers and sisters as they called one another, they had a very strained relationship of centuries that couldn't possibly be mended and improved in less than a few decades. Well, a few decades might have been generous. He simply didn't have a level of trust and rapport enough with them to want to confide something so personal.

He also certainly didn't want to confide in any of he or Annie's former travel companions. He wanted those relationships to stay casually friendly with a leaning to professional. He didn't want to go exposing his inner most thoughts to them.

Astarion had spent days arguing to himself if it was proper for him to summon Rein for such a thing. But if not Rein than who?

A letter had to be sent before he changed his mind.

Rein, I would like to request your audience for a rather personal matter. Rest assured, Annie is completely safe and out of harms way. This is not a matter of emergency, though it is urgent that we speak. I only ask you use discretion and visit while Annie is away from Baldur's Gate on business in three days time. I'll meet you at Elfsong Tavern after sundown. Drinks will be on me. Astarion

[crimesought]

"You have a little..." He hummed as he licked his thumb and wiped dirt off the other's cheek, "There we go! That was bothering me." He smiled softly. (Just wanted a soft thing)

random asks! // @reining-disaster

Cassian froze when the other spoke to him. His usually cold gaze softening when he cleaned the smudge of, hopefully dirt and not blood, off of his face. "Thank you? Am I all clean now?"

[thelxstdrow]

Inside The Wild Ranger's Head...

|| Closed starter for @reining-disaster ||

ᒥ⚔ᒧ—        Azkaas sucks in a breath, his near silence broken by the gasp.

For a week they had been traveling a forest, and where Azkaas was rather adept at navigating forests, he seemed almost too familiar with this forest. He had been on edge, as well. The more happy-going Ranger was silent as he walked, expression neutral and eyes darkened with deep thoughts. Whenever interrupted from his thoughts, he flinched down for a shortsword, only to stop himself before he could unsheathe the blade upon seeing it was only the party members.

Before them stands an Elven village built into the forest seamlessly, Azkaas dares not take a step further. He was frozen in place by fear. Nissi bumps her head against him, but he does not react.

"Nu O'Su nha orar..." I hope that Father is decayed... He whispers, only those close to him able to hear his breathless mumbling. Of course, many in the group knew little Elvish. His statment was a heavy one, revealing more to the mysterious Elf than he'd normally let on.

A tremble shakes his pale hands, they inch further and further down towards his blades the longer he stares at the Elven village before them.

[themortalitasi-a]

"Do... You think you could make me my own Manfred? I want a skeleton son."

@reining-disaster | random ask - am dead Veggie hahahhaha

For such a small question, there was a lot to unpack.

"Make a new Manfred?"

Emmrich blinked at Rein, visibly confused. Beside him, Manfred leaned forward, tilting his head so his glowing emerald eyes could glance between them. An inquisitive hiss escaped the skeleton, clearly intrigued by the idea.

"I don’t believe that’s possible," Emmrich began, shaking his head, hands gesturing to his 'son'. "Manfred is his own being. I couldn’t replicate him any more than I could replicate you or myself."

Manfred tilted his head further, waiting for more. Emmrich sighed softly and continued.

"To have an assistant like Manfred, you’d need to find a wisp willing to bond with you. It’s not something I can simply summon for you. It’s a choice—a connection between mage and spirit. It can’t be forced."

Emmrich gestured gently toward Manfred. "He chose to assist me, and in return, I do my best to teach him about this reality."

Manfred responded with an enthusiastic nod, his skeletal form radiating agreement as if to say, Exactly!