#studiodrafts

[warplanet]

with @studiodrafts, sebastian and mason. — drinks will be on me.

"this is a big deal. a huge party with all your cast and crew... space rented out, cash bar... and you're paying for my drinks? god, i hope they have wine." sebastian slings an arm around mason's shoulders and gives his left arm an affectionate squeeze, leaning in to kiss the top of his head. "that'll make it easy for you. every time i need a refill, it's a simple pour. uncork and pour it. no mixed drinks for me." rubbing mason's shoulder now, he laughs, and the sound is full and vibrant — alive with feelings only displayed post-treadstone and post-life on the run. "maybe that's why you're offering to pay. i'm a cheap date. i don't complicate things. maybe that's why you married me." with his other hand, sebastian pulls out his phone, checking the date on the calendar. "looks like i've got my dentist appointment in the morning, but the evening's free and clear. lucky you. you get to bring a date to the big theater party. are you excited?" another kiss lands on mason's temple, and sebastian hums. "thanks for treating me to a night out. you'll have to run through all the names and faces i'll need to remember beforehand, like the director, your costars... and i promise i won't go too crazy with the wine and embarrass you by, like, taking my shirt off or something. now that would be a cast party..."

[excaliabur]

⤷̲ correspondence with,ㅤ @studiodrafts as groguㅤ... *pats rocky on his dome* ❝ patu ❞ :·

                        the eridian works, as the hail mary carries them ever closer to tau ceti e ... efficiency is becoming necessary. the samples must be collected, for if this planet holds the resistance key to the star-eating astrophage that's devouring suns, understanding it is critical. within his sphere, his limbs move to weave xenonite into structures for collecting. then — there is an impact, a small knock against the shell. rocky pauses, before body shifts and rotates toward the source.

❝ green baby.   ❞ he greets, the translation coming from grace's nearby laptop. the term not a direct translation of rocky's chords, but instead something inputted by grace. ❝ do not lift rocky's ball, statement.   ❞ he adds, moving closer to the child. ❝ rocky like ground. rocky stay on ground.   ❞

however still, rocky extends one limb to pat lightly against the transparent dome back, alongside a series of chirps. ❝ rocky wants to understand green baby language.   ❞ he says, for he'd already quickly solved grace's speech ... and he'd like to be able to commune with their other passenger also. ❝ what does ...   ❞ a sequence of tones follow, a rendition of the sound the child had made in song chord. ❝ ... mean, question?   ❞

[palespawn]

a gentle kiss is pressed to the spawn's cheek, followed by a loving pat on the shoulder as the paladin moves in closer to his ear. "let's try not to get too blood drunk when you go out on your hunt, alright? you're a bit . . . sloppy when you drink too much. " the words are whispered in a humored tone, a cheeky wink thrown in if only to make astarion smile. / some gustave/astarion (gustarion?) for you :0

the kiss was as gentle as the evening breeze, a fleeting thing that almost had him second-guessing whether it had happened at all. if it weren't for gustave's hand on his shoulder to ground him, and the teasing whisper by his ear, that is. they had certainly made strides in the past few weeks to no complaint of his. this was much more fun.

“ ... 'a bit sloppy?' ᅳand here i thought you enjoyed me at my most indulgent, ” astarion caught the man's wink, a wry smile curved at the edge of his mouth.

“ buuut, if you're so worried, perhaps you should join me. you know, keep me in check, ” astarion's smile was a full-blown grin, now, and every bit as lecherous as the rest of the crafted him. “ unless of course you're otherwise occupied or, afraid that you might end up just as intoxicated as me. i do have that effect on people, ” astarion plucked his sharpened dagger from the camp's whetstone and tucked it into it's leather sheath. not that he needed anything beyond his fangs, but it couldn't hurt to be cautious out here in the wilderness. “ so, what'll it be? ” @studiodrafts.

[praesparo]

your ruse is pathetic. / midna and fox!

                    hands maintain their splayed position in the air, hoping to emphasise his allegiance to her cause. despite the fact he had fought his way to reach her position, she was still wary of his proposition. fox couldn't entirely blame her, given everything she's been through. from what the general told him, the princess has been the victim of the most vicious betrayal & coup. ❛ look, your highness ...  ❜ the pilot sighs, dropping his arms. tentatively, he even steps closer towards her with no signs of reaching for his blaster. ❛ if we don't get you out of here right now, that crazy tyrant will catch & kill both of us. now, will you trust me or not?  ❜

[freakyn1kki]

theo bennett: you need never be alone again. i will keep you safe.

the definition of safety is no longer one nikki knows. there were times even in her past that safety evaded her, but now it was completely gone, taken with it her confidence and some of her sanity. theo had always been kind. he'd never made her uncomfortable ( on accident or otherwise ), he was a gentleman in every sense of the word. he took care of her then, and he was taking care of her now. the difference was that she was more of a burden currently than she ever had been, before. 'you shouldn't have to keep me save,' nikki murmurs after a moment, running a hand through long, black locks. 'you shouldn't even have me here, theo. if anyone found out you were literally harboring a fugitive, i . . .' she couldn't live with herself. she could barely do it now. 'you're good at keeping me safe, so let me do it for you, just once. don't let me stay,' but she wouldn't walk out on her own if he decided she was worth the risk. @studiodrafts.

[obscurd]

"Hey, it's okay. Show me?" / from gustave!

A sharp intake of breath, followed by the tone of someone very small, attempting desperately to sound alright. "I'm fine." Her voice wobbled, not a great sign, but neither was the newly broken skin, raw and red, climbing up either arm. That damned Nevron, what a... Her parry had been perfect, right on cue, but a good defense didn't exactly take into account the force that'd send her backwards at the same time. Unstoppable force met extremely movable object, apparently as it sent her sprawling several feet across the ground.

It was a miracle some scraped arms were the worst of it, but it stung something fierce, and Maelle found she really didn't enjoy the feeling of her skin burning. He reached for her, painfully perceptive of how close she was to tears, but Maelle busied herself with pacing instead, wringing out each limb as if to cool them off. Ow, ow ow...

"No, I don't need to-I'm okay, old man." Head tilts to the side to allow cheek to rub irritably against her shoulder. "Really. Stop hoverin' like a mother hen, I just fell." If falling somehow changed its definition to getting tossed at a terrifying speed, sure. "Lune will heal it... soon as they're done over there..." Which, hopefully, would be in the next moment because the way Gustave was looking at her was slowly turning her resolve into dust.

@studiodrafts

[sarastuss]

SLENDER FINGERS, PARTLY ADORED BY GOLD ; THEY REMAIN POSITIONED BY HER SIDE SO, READY TO SUMMON A WEAPON IF NEED BE. it all remains the decision of the passing by what appears to be merchants ... yet, everything within her warns her of more going underneath. it is the way their voice drips a little too satin-like, sleaze underneath ; it is the way another man stayed silent, but with his one-good eye, he scanned over the warrior of light &. theo beside him.

but so do ethereal golds radiate ; dim their glow, but the warning echoes nonetheless. it is the presence of something bright, but something that can burn before one gets close enough to touch. &. what swirls in seas of gold is enough to pass further as an advice to move along, even as voice comes out smooth &. refined, ❝ it would be the wisest to move along, ❞ she says, pausing only for long enough to allow the warning to take root, before the edge gets smoothed, ❝ before the sun sets. we found no trouble passing this far from the town, i hope the same goes for you. ❞

&. THERE IT IS ; NO OPTIONS GIVEN, JUST THE HOPE THEY DO NOT LOOK CLOSER, &. CHOOSE TO MOVE FORWARD. for one moment, the atmosphere holds suspense, ... but eventually, the man with bronze-hair decides his battles well, &. what is truly worth it ; gesturing the caravan to move along, to make the others glance forward. whatever they thought to see in theo, abandoned for now.

but sarastus' gaze turns to follow their movements down the road, for an adventurer like hers has stories to tell, &. she knows better. but, for now, the caravan disappears behind a hill, the sounds growing more distant. &. so, the hero too can relax her hand at her side fully, even when the readiness in her was subtle to begin with.

@studiodrafts + theo : they should know to leave us alone.

at this, her gaze turns toward the prince, &. here, her expression shifts to that natural warmth ; echoing serenity. ❝ should, ❞ she repeats, with honeyed-tongue dipping into amusement. ❝ however, sometimes people are not the wisest. not even when they are full aware of what is not in their best interest. ❞ another pause held as she glanced upwards, seeing how the sun began its slow descent, &. then, met his gaze once more. ❝ but what remains true is that we are losing daylight as well, ❞ a step taken forward, ❝ come, let's move a little further to find a more secure place to make camp. ❞

[cur4tor]

THEO BENNETT: YOU'RE HARD TO IGNORE.

' . . . am i?' kit blinks behind his glasses, the quiet question slipping out before he can catch it. a faint laugh of genuine surprise huffs from his chest as he looks at theo. he isn't used to being the center of anyone's gravity, even temporarily. in a town like solace, kit has spent years perfecting the art of blending into the background, operating like a background gear that keeps the shop running without ever drawing a second glance. he shifts his weight, suddenly a bit self conscious. he reaches up, calloused fingers idly adjusting the collar of his shirt, looking more at the side of theo's temple rather than meeting his eye. kit holds a rare fascination with the way theo says things so easily, and directly. 'should i say thank you? assuming it's a compliment, that is,' @studiodrafts.