#stxrmstained

[bhaalswn-arch]

🙌

send 🙌 to grab my muse by the throat. ( accepting !! )

Your eyelids fluttered, and your eyes almost roll into the back of your head. Being choked was something that you preferred. It's not everyone's preference. But you have no complaint. Not when Seira squeezed lovingly. So good that you moan. You know it is a good way to battle the Urges. Oh, how your ruined mind would tempt you to do something cruel. But this was temporary. A temporary thing or solution. But it was enough for you. You lean forward, knowing that Seira will let you move and plant a firm kiss on the Tiefling's lips. "You're good at this."

[melpcmene-arch]

sender kisses receiver's forehead. from @stxrmstained @ alkas. we're feeling spicy this sunday

VARYING KISSES PROMPT. ( accepting !! )

( Kill, kill and kill again. Your rancid blood is once again demanding something from you. A palm flat out; fingers outstretched. In need of an offering. The offering was someone's death. By your hands only. It calls, echoing, demanding and then like a ripple effect, it soon stills. The pressure of a kiss is made, and you feel at the centre once more. No cruel thoughts, only confusion. )

Alkas' eyes fluttered closed, and then reopens them again, looking up at Seira. A hand wanders up, the pads of his fingers tracing over his forehead. Touched by lips. Traces of a very recent memory remains firm in his mind - an image captured. "I wonder if that's a new magic spell you've been cooking up. Or is this perhaps a form of an apology for choking me?" He spoke, tone tailored to purposely tease. Though confusion remains. What was that? And why?

[stormsiris]

@stxrmstained continued from this one

So busy was he actually cooking he didn't really focused on the other's gestures until now. He was quite used to the CHATTIER denizens of the camp claiming he over or under seasoned or simply took their share and left for their tents. He tilts his head, then chuckles a short sound.

"YES, they are done, you can tell because the layers are transparent and there is black char on the surface." He holds out the skewer to him, "I take it you haven't had much CARE put into your food before then?"

He flicks up his own skewer that he MAY HAVE turned invisible to keep from it getting stolen. He would not have his precious tarragon stolen AGAIN.

He drops to sit, looking over and nearly snorting at the already half-devoured soon-to-be-destroyed meal from him, "You POOR THING, cooking is actually quite easy to learn. At least three-fourths of it is improvisation anyway."

[moonridge]

"Maybe making out for a few minutes would help us figure things out."

( flirty prompts. || accepting! )

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　　　the feathered end of the pen that ozus takes notes with dances 'cross their cheek in thought. there's lots of various notes scribbled on the page in front of them, and every time their eyes flit over one section, their face twists a little. it must be written all over that pretty face of theirs that they're dreading every second of having to use their brain, and that they'd really like a break right about now.

　　　so, it's with seira's suggestion that ozus pipes right on up and looks over to him, tail wagging back and forth behind them. ❝ oh, do you think? actually, that might be a wonderful idea. as expected of my dearest best friend. well, come here then! ❞

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[thiefcant]

@stxrmstained / bg3 starter call.

rixian was staring intently at the back of seira's head, watching the tiefling until he's noticed and he pushes his hands into his pockets.

" where'd you say you were from? your accent sounds real familiar. "

[bhaalswn-arch]

@stxrmstained taps Alkas' shoulder, and hands over a small stack of papers. "I found this," and it would be faster for someone else to read, than for him to slowly work out the words. It's someone's private correspondence with their wife, very poetic, full of colorful and lewd analogies comparing her body to various types of mushrooms.

I love these type of things ( and will always be accepting these !! )

His attention was gained, and thus Alkas accepted the papers. He looked at Seira before eyeing at the papers. Common. That was the language it was in. Alkas straightened the papers before flickering through them. You can see his golden-brown eyes flickering from left to right then back again. He had several reactions: brows furrowed then raised then they furrowed again, then peering closer to double-check that he read that correctly. Nope. What he read in his head was right.

Then he looked at Seira. "Do you want me to read these out loud? Also, where in hells did you get this?"

[bhaalswn-arch]

💋 kissy

everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse. ( accepting !! )

He'd discovered recently that Seira liked it when his horns were pulled/tugged. But what about them being kissed? It might've been something that was circling around in his mind; a repeatable query. It's late at the camp, others are asleep but they're still awake. Whispers are exchanged, and the fire is warming and inviting. He leans up, fingers running through Seira's hair. Softness was present in his actions as he didn't want his ruined mind to ruin it all. He probably had to angle himself, re-position himself until his lips were peppering along Seira's horns. "How's this?"

[moonridge]

Seira lets them sit on his lap while he's very focused on reading a book, mouthing and muttering some of the words to himself.

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　　　the quiet is nice for a little while, and ozus seems content with just sitting there with their hed rested against his chest. eventually, of course, the warlock stirs and makes a low little noise in their throat that sounds somewhere between a whine and a groan. they fidget and squirm before shifting to wrap their arms around seira's shoulders.

　　　❝ come ooooon, ❞ what a whiny little thing. ❝ i want attention, tooooooo... ❞

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