#roguebled

[illithidhost]

@roguebled ( x. )

     "Oh fuck, that smell..!" Mania cried out with disgust as one hand reached to squeeze her nostrils shut while the other attempted to wave the odor away. "That's either a rotting corpse nearby, or one of you didn't bathe properly."

[futurespacess]

Starter | Muse: Gale

He had been lucky enough to been pulled out from that rocky area, quite literally, and was now sitting that night around a campfire and this new companion of his. This life-saver of a companion! They hadn't gone too far from where they first met, maybe a few miles, if that. The road ahead seemed even longer, so they decided to just make camp and try to settle all of their thoughts. Yet, he couldn't figure out why this one seemed so familiar to him, having been pondering over their name for some time now.

"... Thank you, again, for earlier... I don't know what would've happened, if some cruel stranger passed me by, instead of you." Which was true. He was grateful. His fate could've been sealed, if it was another one of those awful mind flayer's, or somehow something worse.

| @roguebled |

[heartheaded]

‘I can’t be like this. I can’t stay like this. I feel like I’m dying all over again. I just want things to be okay again.’ ( @roguebled for scanlan! )

{ @roguebled }

𝄇𝄋𝄋𝄆 > ❝--Whoa, hey!❞

Scanlan thought he'd landed this one in the bag with Trust. Everyone says they won't take a gnome to bed until they see his wares--but this was something else. They made it as far as some dingy tavern bed, having Trust underneath him.

He didn't know the tiefling real well, didn't plan to, but it's only when he makes it down to his royal purple unders and situates himself prettily on the other's lap--does he suddenly get shoved aside.

Scanlan catches himself from falling off the bed, only shocked and maybe slightly frustrated at himself. Were there other signs that he was just too preoccupied to pick up on? He's not one to make his partner uncomfortable, even if they barely know more than each others' names...

𝄇𝄋𝄋𝄆 > ❝Sheesh, so officially 'no', huh? Eh... Don't worry about it, I get it. I'll just chill over here until... How about I just go and let you have the room to yourself?❞

[baldurmade]

@roguebled 👀

ayyy another one with all but 1 filled in. NICE

[weavewilled]

From @roguebled

Puts my head in my hands

don't be ashamed, EMBRACE IT ALL

i can't even tell how many bingos that is. that's a lot of bingos. nearly all the bingos. 👀

[9hels-a]

𝟻𝟿. sender finds the receiver abandoned for dead. ( reversed - @roguebled )

a fiery haze, raphael appeared to where @roguebled had fallen, in a pool of their own blood. left to die, by who ? that was uncertain. no matter the reason of course. raphael didn't come to him because he cared. this was strictly business. selfish as it seems, he just knew that he would not benefit if he died right here. he was a devil not an angel. ❝ oh dear , what a horrible end. to die alone , without so much of a tear. ❞ and of course he had to add a little commentary at his expense, as if he was speaking to a wide audience seated in a theatre. the infernal had found it to be irritating, annoyed that he had to intervene. the thing he hates the most was cleaning up other people's mess. and for that reason alone, he weighed the options in his corrupted mind. to bring him back or to leave him to his fate? his finger lightly tapped his chin, and finally he came to a conclusion. he sighs before he reaches towards the other, greeting teeth, detesting his touch on the mortal. ❝ it seems that i still have use for you, little thief. ❞ and with that, he begrudgingly brings him back.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ( accepting )

[3ldriitch]

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜ ( @roguebled. Also don’t listen to him nobody is afraid of him. )

A dark brow quirked at the other's statement, almost in amusement. As far as their statures go, Val was taller than Trust and probably a bit huskier. They try to picture themselves cowering behind him like a scared lamb. Though they were a warlock with weaker armor than most, they were not completely hopeless. Fingertips tingle with the promise of magic, they could feel hunger rising in their belly, though the hunger wasn't for food but for power and death. Sometimes, they could not tell if it were themselves or their patron who craved such violence. It was hard, at times, to point out where they begin and the devil ends. A laugh threatens to pass their crimson-colored lips. Somehow, they manage to choke it down. "How sweet of you." There's a mocking tone in their words. "What is it that they fear, hm?" Eyes roam the other's figure as if sizing him up. "I can take care of myself. My faith is in the power in my veins, not with other people. I do not trust their lies and their frail loyalty. If you stand in my way, you will get burned. This isn't a threat, but a warning."

[sanguinelf]

“You’re right, I don’t understand, yet. Will you help me?”  ( @roguebled )

a laugh lacking mirth left the rogue. "You couldn't possibly understand," astarion shook his head. "No one can. The sheer... hopelessness of my situation. There was nothing I could do. It's so easy for people to say that I shouldn't have given in but they have no idea the lengths that Cazador would have gone to to make me obey him." even now, far away from him, no longer under his say- it caused an uncomfortable tightened deep within his chest. fear. anxiety. he had decided not too long into their travels that he was not going back to that palace, under any means necessary.

he studied his thumb nail because looking towards trust just felt too overwhelming at the moment. emotional vulnerability wasn't something he particularly enjoyed, nor was use to. "I have done really awful things for him. Anything he asked, I would do, because I was just trying to make my life with him the tiniest bit bearable. I know eternal life sounds tempting, but after being tortured for days on end, nothing sounds sweeter than death."

@roguebled