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@thcinfernal / bc I can't help myself
It's something of a scoff, and a loud ' smack ' as an armored shoulder sinks into a tree trunk, Evandra leaning against it and taking on some sort of unserious stance ;
" ' Don't make a deal with a devil? ' Come on. You know devils shouldn't make a deal with me. "
And her sincerely large ego is sealed with a swig from her small flask. And, really. Maybe a devil shouldn't make a deal with the warrior. It was barely past noon and she was still fighting off a fright of a hangover from the night before.
( where Karlach had learned what a lightweight the half elf really was. )
can i help you out of that?
Consent is sexy || Accepting!
So wrapped up in each other now that you're finally able to touch each other. Those late night possibilities now are a reality, and the two of you are eager to indulge. The taste of her is every bit as sweet and spicy as you imagined, like whizzbangs dancing on your tongue. Her strong hands make quick work of all the straps and buckles of a ranger's leather armor. When it comes to the scarf on your neck, she pauses. Soft with her words. The tenderness of it makes it feel as if heart would flutter if it could beat again.
"You can." Moving just so Karlach can make quick work of the simple knot of your scarf, exposing the gastly scar left behind from your beheading. You don't mind it's blight on your flesh as you used to, yet she handles you with such care, even in the midst of your excitement. Your hand draws her face close, what little distance reminds between the two of you dissipates with your lips against hers, hungry for all that she is. "Today, tomorrow, and every day after that."
There will come a time where you cannot have her anymore. You will not let what little hours you have left in her light go to waste before she burns too bright.
If Karlach were to ask—jokingly, he's sure—as to why all manner of creatures favored his beating, Gale, with a laugh, would banter in kind. It's for his allure, obviously, his miasma of intrigue and wizardly charm! Of course, being built like a waif was the more probable reason, but like a serving of curry or a buttered, crisp treat, that, toward his joke, affords it layers:
For Gale is ruin. This man's a bomb. Killing him would usher one very rude awakening, and Karlach could grasp this dizzying burden. No other soul could think to.
...only her. And yet, that she'll half-laugh awes him dumb.
"I don't like that look in your eye," Gale answers, suspicion thick as tar. Against his ear, the purr of her engine chugs and sputters. "I'd vote for you to spare me your wit, but I've the sneaking suspicion those pillars of democracy are lost on you." / @thcinfernal continued from here.
( @thcinfernal )
` the sound of shouts occasionally breaks through the haze of her mind. of swords clashing, spells landing, and the shout of her name. she can hear it, but she's far too sleepy to do anything about it. just resting right here sounds very good. very good indeed. but all good things must come to an end, and the feeling of a health potion being poured down her mouth is a very unpleasant thing to end it. she coughs and she sputters and she sticks her tongue out for relief from the bitter herbal taste, eyes finally opening to the world.
` the first thing she notices is a delightful and familiar warmth surrounding her, supporting her body up to receive the potion. and then, bright eyes. worried eyes. and, damn it all, but even concern is cute on karlach with the way her brows scrunch together. it distracts midge from the taste of the potion to smile instead, shifting to cuddle closer into the tiefling's chest.
` " oh no, I'm so hurt, " she whines pitifully, letting her cheek fall against karlach's breast. " probably best that I don't move. "
[ scars ] a gentle kiss on the partner's scar(s) , pick a scar or scars
🐝 * ― 𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑬. || accepting [🏹]
|| @thcinfernal
She had given permission, wanted to feel like that part of her was sacred again, unsullied by the marks it bore. Not the ettercap scars, the sweeping gashes across her russet skin, no, the bite marks. Deep punctures in the flesh that had marked the end of the life she had known. They denoted a shame she carried on her flesh, in her marrow, throughout her soul. So when she tells Karlach she wants her to kiss her there, that she wants to reclaim what was taken from her, she means it.
It doesn't mean she isn't nervous to be touched there in such a vulnerable way.
Craning her head to the side, she allows Karlach all the room she needs. Hot breath graces her skin and she can feel her neck tighten and flinch under her lips as they hoovered just a mere inch above the marks. Her hands ball into fists in dreadful anticipation. And then, there it is, so gentle. Hot lips pressed against her cooler skin, gently lingering on the wound that has long since healed. She gasps, those fists loosening until she reaches one hand to tangle in Karlach's hair and keep her head in the crook of her neck. "Please," she barely manages, just wanting nothing more than for the tiefling's love to erase some of the pain she's been carrying in her chest for months. "Please."
" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "
blood, blood, gallons of the stuff!|| accepting [🏹]
|| @thcinfernal
The back of her hand wipes at her mouth as the two of them stare down at the lifeless body. Dronia's trying, she really is. This condition of hers is never going to leave and she's going to have to learn to work with it. And sometimes that meant satisfying her hunger with the wicked. No matter how much she hated doing so. She isn't Astarion, she doesn't have the years of experience nor the finesse he does in his kills. She's still wild and feral in her execution, a beast. Red eyes shine as they look at Karlach.
"They did..." They did. A man who was more of a monster than she is. "If I had said they hadn't, would you have thought lesser of me? Even if it was an accident?" Would you no longer love me silently hung between them.
My threads with @thcinfernal today: smut, intimacy, intimacy, will you help me hide some bodies, smut.
Variety!