#verse|undecided

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✪  Rubbing their back after a stressful day or disappointment. 

He was convinced Maddie had the hands of a goddess, and he voiced his thoughts with a deep groan as she worked her fingers into a deep, aching knot between his shoulder blades.“My dear...you are an absolute treasure...”  The more relaxed he became, the heavier his body felt.  Keeping up a good impression was such a chore...  Perfect posture, carefully calculated movements wherever he went, whatever he did...“Might I be able to convince you to attend to my neck next?”

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❝ Relax, it’s just a corpse. Jump at every little thing down here and you’ll wear yourself out. ❞

That did little to stop him from making double sure the corpse in question was just so- a corpse.  Straightening, he affixed the tiefling with a withering scowl.  If he was to be forced down into the damp and the rot, the last he would tolerate was cheek.  “Oh, but do pardon me, ser,”  he wasn’t amused in the least, giving the unmoving  “That I wasn’t blessed with the same devil-may-care attitude as yourself.”  And to prove his point, he gives the unmoving body another sharp poke with his rapier for good measure.

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carry !!

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify.

They were both intoxicated; obnoxiously so, swaying andlaughing as they walked arm in arm.  Their mirth grew and fed off the other, soon leaving them in utter stitches- all the more as Maddie nearly took a tumble over her own feet.Though he himself was unsteady; Bal took her arm to aid her, pulling her upright, “My dear...I daresay you’ve just had too much...!”In a surge of gentlemanly bravado, he makes the valiant attempt to sweep her into his arms.  Normally, she wouldn’t be much of a burden to him, as he towered over her head and shoulders.  But now, the movement itself was too much for him...  Now- he was upright for nearly an entire breath before he wobbled, nearly taking them both to the ground if there hadn’t been a wall to prop himself on. “Perhaps...!”  he starts with a laugh, “Perhaps we both have!”

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❝ Be careful. There may be a reason this ground has lain undisturbed for so long. ❞ ( Utavel )

“Agreed.”  One hand palmed the hilt of his rapier, with the other rested against his cocked hip.  “However, my lady, we mustn’t forget that fortune most favors the bold.  And I would much protest turning back now.” 

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@casterxdisaster continued from x

The instant he no longer had control of Thunderwave, Balnorin thought to himself, ‘Hm, hopefully that’s no too much...’

The human had certainly seemed confident enough, a common trait among his kind, so he had thought little of it aside from the assumption that he could back it up.  It had started simply, a bit of back and forth, a little goading.  It wasn’t until he smelt the slight, yet pungent odor of singed hair that it hit him, Oh, I’m angry. And here they were, one crumpled wizard and one rather flummoxed bard.  “...Shit.”  He rushes over and drops to his knees at the wizard’s side, hoping that he didn’t inadvertently commit murder.  Thankfully, the human wakes with a start, grabbing his wrist. “Yes, well...” his tone is just as flat, expression one of total indifference.  Fine, see if I make sure you’re not dead again.  “One can only hope you thew this on purpose and are not actually this soft.”