#vannaspar

[bladewarde]

VIOLENCE LEFT BEHIND - in the lingering fractures of lurid memories, Laera feels uneasy relief. Her stomach, though, churns something sour — revulsion and rage — brought up in each downward plunge of the dagger she held some nights ago. The flick of dominance on the Tyrran's face quickly turned to horror then and the gaps of the memory she can still hear him scream.

Quick and quiet, she and Astarion returned under the guise of surveillance. ' Scouting ahead ', as it were. Goblins and gnolls provided an easy excuse, and as they ventured deeper into the Western Heartlands, caution became married with their survival.

No excuse for the new sword Laera carried; no explanation for the washed clothes. Nothing to say when she winced at the tugging of the stitches she wove through the skin on her chest to close a wound.

Is that blood...?

❝ 'Ey. We're leaving. ❞ Laera's voice is clear, firm, hovering at Vann's back as the decision is made within moments to pack up and head out. The uneasiness she feels surges, pushing it down with a deepening frown as she briefly locks eyes with Vann. She can't meet his gaze for long - fearful, horrified - as if he could divine the newest atrocities sewn by her hands. ❝ Further up the road looks like the mountain pass we're looking for. Better to leave now before it gets dark. ❞

@vannaspar / plotted!

[sitheac]

the ground feels mighty good right now.     each cough sends a huff of dirt and dust-filled air from his lungs ;     he stuffs his nose and mouth against the furs at his shoulders to stop from breathing it all back in.     stretched upon his back,     HE CAN ONLY WATCH THE CLOUDLESS SKY,     ears keen to the last few sound of metal and cursing.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝   where'd you learn a trick like tha' ?   ❞          he nods towards vann and against the wind,     eye shut against the hair that tickles in his eye,     past his lashes.     let yourself learn from others,     and you'll always have what you need.     a load of good it does him now,     as he pushes himself up onto one arm,     his gaze tilted up to regard the man in interest.          ❝   took me off guard,     you did.   ❞

`  ❏ .     STARTER CALL.   ––    𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. / @vannaspar.

[favoriteache]

&&. @vannaspar asked for a starter.

"you look good... for a walking corpse", valentina grins around their glass, their other hand shining with stolen jewelry as they gesture for vann to take a seat. "didn't think you'd come, so i started without you." they sound a few drinks deep... loose & booze-happy. but then again: when does valentina sound sober? they haven't been anything close to it in years. everyone knows it. a running gag of some sort: how terrible it will be for night city, the day they wield a knife sober.

"how nice of you to join us, though. want a drink?" there is no us to speak of, but the pronoun is immediately pushed aside by the appearance of a shadow at their side. as if they spoke it into existence, the bartender is there to drop a new round of cocktails -- the absurd kind, as fruity as they're lethal. probably laced with the bottom-shelf alcohol that no one in their right mind would sip on in the middle of the day.

a charming smile to the bartender, like a trinket of appreciation that he captures with one of his own, and they're alone again. valentina's attention settles on vann, gentle & bright. a novelty in itself. v's not on big on eye contact, usually. "i thought wakako was fucking with me, when she gave me your number." a seconds-long silence in the form of an appreciative look, which explains the attention: they're aiming for charming. "but you look super duper alive to me. how was it?" valentina leans slightly forward, elbows on the wooden table, as if the information about to pass between them could be classified as critical. "death, i mean. did you have fun?"

[darkgifted]

𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐘, 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 of clerics as being rather delicate, as though somehow devotion taxes muscle and sinew alike, but shadowheart and the cleric now standing before her have proven her to be embarrassingly wrong. he looms over arlis, rivals even karlach for immediate impressiveness, but there is an unexpected reflectiveness to him that leaves her curious. ❛ do you miss your monastery? ❜ the question comes without warning as she neatly arranges her pack, each item placed purposefully within its allotted spot, ❛ i've never had the chance to visit one, but this-, ❜ a hand loosely gestures to the camp around them, a flurry of activity as the others ready themselves in turn, ❛ seems to lack the same opportunities for introspection. ❜

contented now with her organization, she flicks her braid over her shoulder and stands to full, less impressive height. sharp gaze moves over him, warily but not unkindly. ❛ do you miss it, your home? ❜ @vannaspar

[dreadgrace-a]

for a moment as the body falls to frost-kissed earth, forgotten, Lark is a specter dissolving into the pale morning light. she wishes for nothing more than to shatter, to dissipate on the breeze.

he offers his hands, a gesture she is, as always, free to accept as she will. now? now, she is drowning, Vannil her only purchase. later, when her mind clears, she'll recognize he'd kept himself between her and her hunter, himself the trusting sacrifice--

but he's here, he's whole, and so is she. there is no cage waiting to reclaim her. there is only the two of them under the wintry sun.

❛ lean into me. it's okay. ❜ any gratitude she's able to muster is muffled by the folds of his scarf. her words matter little; Vann is as content to remain here, wrapped in her embrace as solidly as she is within his. even when her shaking subsides, she remains.

they remain.

that is enough.

@vannaspar -> touch-starved.

[bladewarde]

' you need my expertise? ' / @vannaspar

Posture is rigid. Unnatural, but it is with good intentions that she approaches Vann. He senses as much, no doubt; open to her presence, inquiring her with genuine acceptance. It sets on her on edge, always does, and in the back her mind, she can't help but feel as though she's deserving of his scorn. Guilt hangs around her for every awful thing said about him — to him — and whether it was sheerly due to necessity, or because he saw something in he she never could, he never denied her his help.

Even so, she has to tell herself things between them have changed; she's changed.

❝ Bold of you to assume, Vann. ❞ Laera teases, forcing herself to calm, to still. ❝ No, not this time. ❞ She doesn't state her purpose, not until he expectantly awaits an answer from her; then, she makes her purpose clear. From behind her back, she shows what she holds in her hands: A card deck. ❝ I 'eard you knew 'ow to play card games. I thought maybe we could play? ❞

[0nlywar]

"why did you look at me when you said that?" | + loralei!

loralei wonders if the words 'i killed my commanding officer, and the man i thought i loved' are carved on her forehead. she sure as hel feels like it. she wonders if any of the others would even understand her. at least, blythe and zola understood what it was like to lose a person that took up so much of her life- of her mind; and of her space, but did anyone else even understand?

"i was just giving my very, very wise and sage advice about guardsmen romances and cautionary tales." she turns on an aquila and faces him-not even skipping a beat; a backwards stride while keeping up the pace with the squad; an easy, charming swagger used as a poker face. her boots clop against the stone pavers of the streets. rhythmic in the way that only the astra militarum can conduct. "are you sayin' that this particular pair of boots fit you, solider?" she raises a eyebrow at him, humor in her voice. a twinkle in her mismatched eyes- that barely covers an anxiety, a genuine fear. that all commanding officers are like him.

she turns back to look forwards, cutting off the view of a mix of expressions that she couldn't show in this place. loralei knows that showing that raw, barely scabbed over wound is a good way to get hurt all over again. "i'm kidding. don't make a face like that, or it'll be stuck that way forever."

her tone may be teasing, but the uncertain, rattled edge to it carries far into the mission, like dark, churning clouds on the horizon of a no man's land.

fatalist arbities. // @vannaspar

[inominati]

⭐ missed this when u first rb'd it so hiiii if you're still taking these!!

Send a " ⭐ " and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours, or potential muse combinations if you are also a multi.

VANN & JOKER/KAIDAN/NOAH I can offer my Mass Effect muses for your ME verse :) Anything set during the 3 games (or after, if you are interested in exploring that possibility!). Noah is my OC (with an ME verse as well), who, depending on the plot we go for, could be a potential companion, a reluctant ally or antagonist!

VANN & GERALT We could mesh any of your fantasy based verses with the Witcher and see what comes out? I do know BG3, I do know BG 1&2 a lot better tho, but bottom line I am familiar with the Forgotten Realms and also D&D in general! Geralt can be adapted into a similar fantasy setting relatively easily :)

[VANN & ANOMEN or VALYGAR] Putting this here as a just in case you happen to know BG 1 & 2 as well, I have another blog on which I write Anomen Delryn and Valygar Corthala, who I could offer for a BG / DnD verse as well, but if you are not familiar with them, no worries! (One is a very self-righteous paladin with an alcoholic father and the other is a mage-hating ranger with a tragic backstory!)

[VANN & OBI-WAN KENOBI] Another muse not on this blog, but since I have been migrating my old muses over here, might as well offer.. I have to point out tho, I know all the SW movies and that's about it. I have watched the Kenobi show and remember pretty much none of it, and I haven't seen any of the other shows or read the books, so my knowledge is limited to the movie canon.

VANN & NIE HUAISANG or NIE MINGJUE (or technically any of my MDZS muses) I could catapult my Nie boys into a modern AU and see if they fit into your contemporary verse! Here I'd say we best plot something together, if you're interested :)