#veiledranger

[fadewalking]

bites solas's ear.

Blood magics you to give you a migraine.

[ban1te]

gently prods the soft belly... she likes the soft belly...

gortash was shirtless, lying on his back with his hands behind his head. he was about to fall asleep when he felt someone poking his belly , he mumbles. ❛❛ . . . what ? ❜❜  and he peeked through long messy hair that covered his eyes. when he realised it was celeste , his hand gently albeit lazily grabbed hers , to try and stop her from poking him.

[estarion]

bites him.

　　　" is this how we're greeting each other now ? "　if so, he'd better start saying ' hi ' to some people — her first.

[estarion]

put them away.

　—!!

[ban1te]

@veiledranger › some women find facial scars attractive.

gortash had a lot of scars, some visible and some that weren't. the prominent ones were on his chin and his chest. his back and thighs were marked but it was covered by his decorative apparel.

he had not thought about that when he received them in avernus, though he vaguely remembers a devil telling him that they do. he dared not to think about that, not wanting to pull on that thread of how he really got them.

bringing all his attention to the little tinkerer, dark brown eyes traced her face, and he wondered. ❛❛ do you want to know how i got it ? ❜❜ he tapped his chin, pointing out one of his scar. he smirked. it was genuine before his own words wasn't. something heroic perhaps, if only to make himself look greater than he is. ❛❛ when i was younger, i got into a scrap with two very large orcs. they were after some poor woman until i had stepped in and saved her. i now live to tell the tale, but it cannot be said the same for those two now dead men. ❜❜ and yes, he was trying to impress celeste with a valiant tale ... that may have been stolen from one of his novels.

                                            𝘎𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘜𝘚 𝘝𝘈𝘒𝘈𝘙𝘐𝘈𝘕     !         

[ban1te]

🥺

gortash looked at celeste , at her pleading eyes noting the way her mouth pouted. he tried to ignore it by turning his head, looking at the wall beside him. an empty space , he imagined a nice portrait of himself , it would go nicely. he mused. and then his eyes couldn't help but dart back to celeste , still pleading of course, and he gives up, sighs in defeat. ❛❛ yes ? do you need something. ❜❜ 

[veilstr1der]

the blood and gore sticks to him, a coating of drying congealed fluids and other thicker things making his skin crawl. it's sticky. he's sticky. feynirin stood with his arms slightly held out from his own body, stiff and still. expression twisted into something akin to disgust and regret.

“ that was one of the most disgusting things i’ve ever seen in my life. ”

feynirin made a reluctant sound of agreement. if he'd known the lightning blast he had cast would make the hurlock explode like that, he would've made certain he wasn't standing right next to it.

unwilling to move or touch anything least he contaminate his surroundings with the utter filth that has painted him red and black, feynirin instead slowly turned to look at celeste. unlike him, she had fortunately avoided the explosion of hurlock guts and body parts. ❝ . . . i think some of it got in my mouth. ❞ he said, devastated and miserable. // @veiledranger , tevinter knights sentence starters .