#reiningdisaster

[bushelofmuses]

@reining-disaster || From this bad pickup line

Did Rein want him to reread it?

Wait. No. It was just shock.

That was fair. Why would anyone expect Cole to read one off like that at them? He wasn't the type, but he had heard it can make some people laugh. That helped.

Blue eyes owlishly met Rein's and he tilted his head and asked anyway. "Do...you want me to say it again?"

He could and would.

[fadewalking]

@reining-disaster liked the Starter Call. // Accepting!

"Rook." Solas stood, as he always did, near the precipice of the chasm that separated them in the Fade of Rein's mind. His hands clasped behind his back, Solas' eyes passed over the other, scrutinizing him.

"You seemed troubled. Moreso than the usual. Speak what preoccupies you. I will help, if I am able."

[baldurmade]

@reining-disaster sent "I’m not leaving you out here alone."

Astarion pauses, red eyes flickering over to the man before him to stare at him in something of a look of both disbelief and curiosity. There is no reason for the man to stick around and yet he refuses to leave.

Why?

He should go before Astarion decides to take a bite out of that pretty little neck. He has enough control by now but he has not fed in days which does not bode well for him. Soon he will have to hunt for something or someone to eat.

"You should go. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I'm always fine."

[breadandbloodybutter]

'A curious little thing. Barely any effort done on my part, and yet they show such an endearing sense of enamourment.' 'I'm sure this tendency of theirs to follow my every footstep will be useful in future endeavours. Certainly, one to keep an eye on.'

~ Master of the House

[astaricn]

🔪

[I hope this is okay]

send 🔪 to walk in on my muse standing over a dead body.

THE CAMP SO FAR HAD BEEN SECURE, a place that everyone could finally let their guard down and rest for the night. Astarion would disappear some nights in order to hunt for food, and on one such occasion he stumbled across a human- apparently in the middle of setting some sort of trap.

He kept to the shadows, watching with curiosity before he began to sneak towards them. Eyes darting to their open bag and spotting some cloves of garlic and stakes. Ah. Seemed Cazador had sent more hunters to bring him back. Unlike last time this happened, he had the element of surprise.

Careful not to draw attention, Astarion approached the hunter and drew his dagger. Before the human knew what was coming, he launched himself at the bastard. The scream was louder than Astarion had anticipated- hopefully not garnering any unwanted attention or more potential PROBLEMS.

As the lifeless body slumped, Astarion let it drop to the ground before him. Hearing a twig snap, the spawn is fast to spin around and hold his blade out, ready for another fight. Upon seeing that it was Rein, however, his lips split into a grin and he let his arm fall back to his side. "Oh hello! Did I wake you? I'm awfully sorry- just had to deal with an UNWANTED GUEST."

[bushelofmuses]

@reining-disaster

That poor dagger, he thought.

"It wails and begs for a release that will never come." Millennia later and it was still in pain, still ached and raged.

Cole had a feeling its pain would never end.

"Do you hear it singing and whispering?" He hoped that Rein would be gentle with it, be kind to it. Sometimes kindness helped soothe the pain, but sometimes it made it worse. There was no telling which it would be.

[breadandbloodybutter]

@reining-disaster nothing says merry christmas Raphael like cherry themed wrapping paper.

[dreadgloom]

@reining-disaster liked this post for a random starter.

The drow had been ready to use her bow to snag the item off the top shelf before the barbarian had snatched it up and presented it to them. Taking the vial of Wizardsbane Oil, she gave a small nod. ❝ Good boy, ❞ she praised with a small pat on his bicep. ❝ If you see anything else useful on these upper shelves, make sure to grab it. ❞