#tradeath

[reapcrbunny]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐘, 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 | @tradeath -- ❛  long story short... they are our sacrificial pawns.  ❜ Nald’thal is holding a pair of plush kittens in the palms of their hand. Please take them.

( 🐇 ) THE VEENA LOOKS UP at the deity with wide eyes 'fore looking down at the plush kittens within their hands. she squints as she processes the intent but finds herself still confused as to why she is being handed them. she doesn't speak or sign her feelings as she takes these so called sacrificial pawns, head canting to the side. okay, perhaps she cannot keep HER HANDS SILENT.

< MAY YOU . . ELABORATE ? are these gifts or am i to DO SOMETHING with them ? >

[crystalmomther]

There’s brush of lips ‘gainst Venat’s cheek, a whisper of wind in her ears.

“Do not forget, you have a home.”

Fingers press to her cheek for a moment, lingering where she'd felt the touch. After a moment she dropped her hand, turning her face skyward.

"It only counts if you're there, you know."

[crystalmomther]

“I am. And if you keep moping about this, I will remind you that we all agreed of our own free will.” A pinch to her cheek. “Now smile. The sun is nice today.”

Venat huffed at them again, smacking at their shoulder lightly. "Don't be mean to me, I'm angsting." At least she clearly felt better now. "You have to be nice to people who are angsting, it's the rules of the universe or such."

[crystalmomther]

“Kettle calling.” They remind her in a cheeky sort of tone, though they let her lean. It is a heavy burden she has given them, but hers is the heavier of the two. “It is okay, though. I would not think of any better choice. Any better decision to make.”

"I chose it knowing what would happen." It was different. "You didn't know what you would become. What their faith would turn you into." Centuries of belief twisting their very being into something new and unknown, no longer what they'd been.

Venat had known, been prepared. Expected it. Kleio... had not. Had they? A quiet huff. "Are you certain?"

[crystalmomther]

There is silence at her words, a hand resting on top of her own.

“This was our choice.” They say finally, eyes closed. “And it is a choice we would have made again and again, if you asked.”

"I wouldn't have asked." Not them. Not for this. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against their shoulder. It may have been their choice, but Venat had set it into motion. And now...

"You'll never be the same as you were."

[undyinglament]

"Certainly, your fire is different from the heat of my Beloved and I can't say I will grow used to it quickly." But Thaliak smiles regardless, a gentle expression.

"It was your brother, actually- convinced me that I should travel now that Sharlayan is no longer in crisis. Though I suppose everywhere has been in crisis recently... Sharlayan has been preoccupied with this for years, I think I lost track of time. It's strange for things to feel quiet now, and Oschon said that I would find more things to catch my attention if I did some wandering myself." He could feel himself begin to ramble and made a point to stop himself.

@tradeath

[valebatcattus]

“We have fought quite often!” There’s a bellowing laugh from the Traders, as they summoned once more the fabled scales. “Why is it that you seek a challenge so often, champion of man?”

There's an answering laugh from the miqo'te as she twirls aside an attack. "Because it's fun!" And it was, very much so. Without any real stakes behind it, the rush of the fight and the the thrill of having to predict every movement down to a knife's edge was fun.

"You're having fun too, admit it."

[kintsugiscars-archive]

“Thou hast been silent lately.” Nald’thal hummed as they lightly pressed a tip of their finger ‘gainst Lex’s head. “What is it that bothers thee?”

Truly, nothing escaped their notice.

Lex's gaze wandered down to his lap, the habit of looking away from his god too ingrained to break. He fidgeted with his fingers while cheeks blossomed red and mouth stuttered words.

"It... it's nothing of import, my lords, I promise." His nervous energy moved from his fingers to the delicate fabrics draped across his chest. "I simply. Um. It's..."

Against his better judgement, he bit the edge of his lips, though it did little to hide the squeak in his voice. "Temptations of the flesh, nothing more, my lords."