Defending the grove had been no small task. The fight had been grueling, knocking most everyone off their feet at least once. Yet still they'd fought. Yet still they'd survived. Serendipity had hoped to find the ever-fearless Blade enjoying himself in the following party…but had agreed instead to let the warlock lick his wounds in peace.
A few nights later, he finds himself sitting beside @shadowsfell , as Wyll, delighting in a shared bottle of something robust. His laughter fades as his companion takes his hand, presses a kiss to the back of it. " Know that i would gladly be the Icarus to your certainty, oh my sunlight, " Wyll says, and Serendipity's cheeks grow warm.
" Know that if you fall again, I'm not letting you plummet to your doom, " he says with a laugh. Despite the tease of his tone, there is a hint of something steely in his expression that betrays his sincerity. " Someone has to defend the defender of the people, after all. "
“who would have thought your family is more dramatic than mine?” gleefully heavy sarcasm from vespera who can barely contain her satisfaction.
" you mistake pointless stage theatrics for cunning. it is important that our enemies see us and know our strength - and while i have little doubt that seeing one's enemies strung up makes most excellent decoration, it is just as important to know the opportune time to remove the blade from another's neck. fear, adoration - they are two sides of the same coin, and for all my family's dramatics - " her voice drips with venom as a sneer cuts through her expression; curved and sharp as a blade; a hand raising close to her temple before she gestures outward, the pause prolonged. " i will not hear any slight against them from your lips. pretty as they may be, you will find my tolerance for empty-headed company wears thin easily, much like my patience is now. "
“There is nothing quite like dancing in the moonlight. It sets your soul on fire and your heart aflutter.” ( larxena & crescentia )
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iblith the drow thought to themselves as she looked at the other. Her arms crossed over her chest. "I do not dance in the moonlight. I do quite like the stars though." they reminded the drow of her home.
"There he is! The gallant hero himself!" Sitting with their feet in the Chionthar, flat on their back in the grass, Atreion sounded considerably more merry than the rest of their weary group, cheeks flushed and eyes just a touch too bright. And no wonder, when the missing wine Astarion had been complaining about for the past hour was sitting beside them, all but empty. Yet even with their thievery discovered, Atreion beamed up at Wyll without a hint of remorse, waving a hand to beckon the Blade closer.
"Come, sit with me!" They cried, "Share a-- oh, actually there's not much left-- but never mind! Grab another bottle and come join me for a while!"
"you're the prettiest thing i've ever seen." yvonnel ii to drizz’t :)
send "you're the prettiest thing i've ever seen." to see my muse's reaction. // @shadowsfell
"Are you sure you aren't looking into a mirror?" he hoped that she knew he was humoring her. A little grin on his face, not that he would deny she was pretty. In fact she was gorgeous but not his type in other ways.
❛ fervent . to have sex with my muse after a fight . shadowheart & tavhyr
Hyra wanted to maybe lay out a blanket in some nice meadow. Make a night out of wooing Shadowheart.
Because Shadowheart deserved someone pampering them and terrible pick up lines that are more to make them laugh than to seduce. Hyra wanted to give the cleric a moment of brevity.
Hyra tossed her gauntlets to the ground, taking as much of Shadowheart into her hands as she's able to hold against her, a knee extending outward to draw Shadowheart to straddle even though they're both still half wearing armor.
Hyra watched how Shadowheart's whole world unraveled when she spared Dame Aylin.
She could feel Shadowheart gripping at her arms with all her strength. Hyra opens her mouth to speak, but she is met with a toothsome kiss. There is blood from dried lips cracking and Hyra does her best to clumsily keep up.
"I'm not going anywhere, Shadowheart." She pulls away, opening her eyes to peer back at the cleric. Hyra's hands reach out, cupping Shadowheart's cheeks with both hands to draw her into the moment from where ever her head had wandered. Hyra licked her lips, tasting iron still, but some of the buzzing nervous energy subsided long enough to get through their combined layers of armor. "We're both right here for now... I promise it's real... I can even pinch you to prove it-" and the fighter does, a gentle pinch against the cleric's side meant more to tickle than anything else. Hyra curls her arms around Shadowheart to keep them close, smiling at the other.
The last of layers are shed and in favor of standing the two have moved to sit now instead, Hyra pulling Shadowheart a top to have them straddled across her hips as they've both shed the last of their garments. The day is still upon their skin, but hopefully less oppressive now.
Hyra mouths over one of Shadowheart's clavicles with a press of teeth, lips, and a smile. "I'd really like to treat you tonight... if you're amicable." Hyra offers, content for the moment to just hold Shadowheart tight enough to hold her in one piece for a few hours until she can do that for herself. "It's been awhile, but I'm sure that I know my way around with my mouth-" a laugh is tucked against Shadowheart's neck adoringly as Hyra strokes her fingers through her hair, careful not to tug too hard on any knots.
AYLIN STOOD FIRM AGAINST RUNA'S goading, her light blazing against the gathering darkness. It was only when those umbral tendrils snaked a hair too close that her wings beat the air — not pulling up but pushing back. The opal feathers smacked the shadows as if they were only naughty hands reaching for an undeserved treat. And, her first response to Runa's words? Rolling eyes and a mocking smile.
❝Ah, dearest cousin, you never were bright. Little mystery as to why.❞ She gestured to the whole of them; that was all the explanation needed. ❝That dimwit of yours is all you've ever come by honestly, and all your mother's ever seen fit to give you.❞
❝Light eradicates the dark.❞ She extended arms and wings both to their fullest and blazed all the brighter for it. ❝But by all means, toddle after me if it please you. It is natural to walk behind your betters. Do so long enough and perhaps even you may learn your place.❞
