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[recitedemise]

∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair .

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺: still accepting. including: (24) crawling into bed with gale, and (95) cradling gale's face.

Dreams are dazzling little things, Gale thinks. You can have a tadpole in your brain, nurse cataclysms in your bones, but shutter your eyes to the world for but a moment, and suddenly: paradise. An oasis. Calm. Gale, laid within his tent now, has half the mind to chase those tendrils of hard-sought silence. In the ravines of his mind, he thinks of the Weave's vast canvas, and in all those colors of blue and cosmic-roses, he tastes, what he believes, to be magic and hope... Then, he hears it: a rustle in his bedsheets. And then, a vision: of elation. Her.

She is reality.

"If this is a dream, I would ask for a few minutes more," Gale sleepily mutters. Then, cheekily, "or perhaps an eternity." He smiles. Upon the careful brush of her palms, he smells lavender, earth, and the deep, deep notes of rain-drenched soil. In ways he's yet too frightened to admit, it strikes him much like home, and Eleva, gaze soft, rakes her fingers through his hair. Gale preens like a kitten. He inches ever near. And what -- well, bliss, he merrily confesses. He's spent such months in errant loneliness, in those deepest trenches of despair, yet as death looms ever nearer, he has found his comfort, has discovered joy and respite in the bedlam and grief. He pries his eyes open for a glimmer of a moment, and patient, she cradles the softness to his cheeks. He counts her every eyelash and eyes her smiling mouth. Dream, he deduces. The very stuff of it. "Stay," he asks. He holds her gaze, and smelled of wine, thunderstorms, and a wave of oud, Gale places his hand atop her own. Bare, his heart ever lays. "If it's of no bother to you, I would very much like it if you joined me tonight."

[melpcmene-arch]

one-liner starter call. ( @shiilelagh )

The soft calling of birds announced the early morning, and Alkas stumbles back into the camp: "I'm back..."

[reigniite]

» mystery muse starter call ! ft. @shiilelagh

late morning light streamed in to his corner of the elfsong, and van immediately became aware of the fact that his head was fucking pounding. and someone was in bed beside him - around him - half-beneath him. he pushed his eyelids open and closed them right away. diache, it was bright. slowly, the night before came back to him as he blearily tried again to look around.

a few big rounds of drinks downstairs, him and el tripping over each other as they came back up here, a messy silence spell, tugging the curtain closed around this side of the space and drunkenly fumbling around together until ... actually, he didn't remember much after that. but the way they were tangled up together in the sheets and each other meant that they'd probably had a good time.

van stumbled out of el's grasp and out of bed, groaning. maybe it'd been a while since he'd had that much to drink. as he pulled on his pants and tried to rub consciousness back into his face, his eyes settled on something shiny on the floor. he blinked a few times, rubbing away the sleep, and picked it up. oh. right. this thing.

some sort of trinket, or a talisman, or whatever the fuck these things were called. van's head hurt too much to remember words right. despite himself, he - with a touch of clumsiness attributable to his hangover - picked it up from the floor by the chain and flopped back on to the bed, tangling himself back up with el. he lay on his back, staring at it.

he'd had it since the orphanage days, back when it was just him and bel. but no one could tell him anything about his folk. he'd kept it anyway. some stupid, sentimental reason.

after some time passed, he nudged her awake. “hey. what's this look like to you?”

[reigniite]

"What if I said I’ve been in love with you this whole time?" for van uwu

the words stopped him in his tracks; van's hand hovered just above her thigh, his fingers completely stilled. did she really say . . .

oh, fuck. look, maybe he'd started to feel something too, but that was a van problem. he'd been trying to avoid feelings specifically - that's why he'd been so open about what he wanted when they first started sleeping together. this wasn't anything serious. it wasn't a commitment or a relationship or anything more than what it said on the tin. it was just two consenting adults screwing each other's brains out on a regular basis to try and cope with the fact that there were mindflayer worms in their heads and cultists and other lunatics trying to kill them at every turn. normal problems, you know?

van sat back, returning his hand to his side of the bed roll. “that's . . . that's a complicated idea, el. look, uh -” he puffed out air through pursed lips in a sigh. “let me be honest with you. i got a girl in waterdeep. i got a guy too. jeney and bel. we've . . . bel's been with me my entire life, far back as i can remember. and jeney, she's been with both of us for a long time. the three of us, we're together. before all this,” he gestured around at camp, “it was me, bel, and jeney, and our crew, against the world.”

he exhaled again. “but - bel and jeney and me have always been pretty open about other people, we got rules for it and everything. but if we're bringing in feelings, then you should know about them. and if that's not something you're okay with, hey, that's fine. i get it. we stop this now and no hard feelings. but i don't wanna lie to you. so . . . whether you want to continue or not, it's up to you. i'll do whatever you say.”

[reigniite]

how do i look in your shirt? (for van)

van's eyes run up and down her body and he blurts out, “your tits look fucking amazing.” he isn't sure if that's what she wants to hear, but it's the first thought that crosses his mind. maybe he should just give her the shirt so she'd wear it more often around camp and he could just kind of watch? was it creepy if he did that? but she'd know about it, right. maybe it could be a sort of game between them. see how long he lasts before he makes up some excuse to get her in his tent.

he reached out, hooking a finger through one of the loops on her belt, and tugged her towards him. his other fingers grazed the front of her pants, but he didn't let go yet. “bet you look even better with it off, though.”

[reigniite]

“i made my choice long ago.” for van!

must be nice to have that kind of certainty, van thought with a slight scowl. he thought he'd had that once. back with bel and jeney and the rest of the gang, but that life was gone from him now, and not just because two were dead, one was missing, and bel and jeney were leagues away in waterdeep. he couldn't even remember what happened the night it all went to shit. fuckin' concussion or something.

“look,” he said, but he didn't know what else to say. “i dunno. i'm not the sorta guy you want to tie yourself to, eleva. you should go pick someone who's . . .” got money? got a house? got a fuckin' job lined up after this tadpole bullshit? he wasn't trying to imply that that's what she cared about. but if you stacked up the facts, van didn't exactly come out on top.

“. . . who's gonna be able to stick around once this is over.” he had people waiting for him in waterdeep. but he knew the truth, as much as she hopefully did too: van kept circling back to her like a stray dog hoping for somewhere to shelter from the cold.

[lilacvows]

@shiilelagh sent: ⤷ [13.] that exploratory first kiss, reserved and shy. (for saelena)

𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑨 𝑼𝑺𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑺𝑨𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑨'𝑺. She had wonderful company in Eleva, and it was a full moon. Warm and alone in the forest not too far from camp, Saelena had filled her basket with poisonous mushrooms, but used in the right way, a powerful medicine could be extracted. She hadn't been aware of how close they become. Shoulder against shoulder. She turned her attention to Eleva--really to explain the properties of making a sleep draught from the purple mushrooms--instead, she felt the supple, plush lips of Eleva against her own. 

Fuck. She hadn't anticipated this. Eleva's kisses were soft, shy and a little timid and something about that made her heart flutter with delight. She couldn't help it. She brought a hand to caress her cheek as she pressed her lips against hers, but there was nothing shy about Saelena, and her kisses her passionate, wanting, and more. She kissed her again, her other hand slipping to rest on the small of her back until she ran out of air and was forced to part. 

She panted softly, her dark eyes gleaming, besotted and carefree, her hand finding a home in dipping Eleva's head upward to force their eyes to meet. 

❝ Delightful. ❞ She teased, her tone soft, and sultry as her lips ghosted over the side of her neck and up to her ear. 

❝ Is this what you truly want, Flower? ❞ she couldn't help but bring her hands up to cup her cheeks and give them a gentle squeeze. ❝ If it is…then we won't get much sleep. ❞