#vlaakithswill

[oflolth]

@vlaakithswill / " you're telling me a miniature giant space hamster fried this rice? "

[tadbitfooled]

@vlaakithswill sent: “ Yet again you lie. ” from 4-Word Sentence Prompts

"Lying is the most fun a tiefling can have without taking their clothes off," Durante dismissed. He had a habit or two of telling little white lies. Whether it was about his backstory or just to spice things up. This was merely just a little joke about where something was located in camp.

He gave her a flirty smirk, blue eyes glimmering mischievously.

"Are you going to punish me for it?"

[cambius]

—— @vlaakithswill asked : [ LOOK ] : sender initiates intense eye contact with receiver.

the cambion had been lighting incense sticks around her tent with a flame conjured at clawed fingertips ( to drown out the more unpleasant smells in camp from her incredibly. sensitive nose ), when she feels eyes practically burning into her. she’s decided to only shift from her tiefling form to her more efficient, winged form in combat, or when its needed most— at camp, she finds that the others seem to be a bit more comfortable around her like this, appearing as nothing more than a mere tiefling. and even so, it appears that some people still find the need to stare…

pale eyes meet with lae’zel’s from a few feet away at her own tent, and nepharia lets a playful smirk touch her lips as she lifts a flaming claw up in front of it. she blows out the flame, as a gentle stream of smoke glides from her fingertips, never breaking the eye contact that the githyanki is holding, ‘ you know, i hear it isn’t polite to stare, but then again— ’ there’s a beat as bare feet begin to move across the dirt beneath them, slowly closing the space between them as she continues, ‘ i’ve never really been one for decorum. ’

[ravcnguard]

@vlaakithswill / " i hope that i do not need to tell you this isn't appropriate plant care. " he knows little of gith'yanki horticulture himself, and therefore can't fault her - nor any in their number - for the state of the fern, and yet he is amazed it died so quickly. " perhaps we should buy another, before tav sees. but, lae'zel... what did you do to it? "

[ravingardmoved]

there is much to be said about their group of adventurers. they are an… eccentric sort, a wide variety of backgrounds, of cultures. prior to @vlaakithswill wyll had not encountered githyanki, he had heard of them, but tales told by hunters found in taverns in the late evening were often the exaggerated sort. a majority of the time, anyway.

‘ don’t be kind to me. ‘

gaze falls on lae’zel, unsure. cultural differences have often been a cause for upset. kindness is weakness. it is a foreign concept to most but it comes as second nature, something ingrained into the duke’s son, same as his skill with the blade.

“ we could train instead, if my kindness bothers you. though i cannot promise not to throw out a complement of two at your footwork. ” the blade jests, though not unkindly.

[triickst]

@vlaakithswill answered:

—sopranos ask meme ; @triickst. "i beg your pardon. would you prefer a dishonest nursemaid?" the fabric splits with a crunching tear, the sacrificial hem of midge's garment. lae'zel bears it no reverence. she plucks the final joining thread with a sharp nail and loops it around a hand before addressing the abdominal wound. lae'zel's field of medicine is solely the practical. she inclines her head, braids dangling, and sniffs the site of the injury to determine its seriousness. she smells only blood. with brusque efficiency, she gestures for midge to cease applying pressure on the wound and begins to dress it with the makeshift bandage. "barring further ineptitude, you will live."

` the entire thing is absolutely terrible — this is one of her favorite robes, and she's not sure even astarion's marvelous tailoring skills can repair the damage done. the horror almost eclipses the pain of the sword gash to her side. the damn assassin came out of nowhere and managed a timely swipe at her between blinks in and out of the ethereal plane. and midge does love to see how long she can go in a battle without being caught. perhaps that is the source of her sour mood more than anything.

` she mumbles empty words under her breath as she complies with the fighter's instructions, watching her medic skills with vague interest. " I got him in the end, though! he was just . . . sneaky. it was a lucky strike! "

[oflolth]

❛ fear is an absence of understanding. horror is the act of understanding perfectly. ❜ for .. ur choice

shitty horoscopes ; @vlaakithswill.

sen stares blankly at lae'zel. " er, right... you know, " she looks behind her, as if expecting some unseen force to come and explain this more clearly. or, if not an unseen force, then perhaps a visible one. but there is nothing and nobody. sen faces lae'zel again. " i don't think i get it. "

[oflolth]

real things that definitely happened ? canon ??? @vlaakithswill