#windwithinmyveins

[bloodyarn]

They all want to know their reputation.

You guys will be the death of me.

@undyingmedium @deaddoveadventures @galefcrce @windwithinmyveins

[charlatanry]

@windwithinmyveins &&. said... "Are you a mimic? Because you've stolen my heart… and probably my gold too." The changeling fingerguns at Astarion. Someone clearly drank too much wine at the Tieflings party.

he  usually  finds  drunks  quite  distasteful,  frankly.  it's  nothing  personal;  centuries  of  preying  on  rosy-cheeked  tavern  goers  have  left  an  awful  taste  in  his  mouth.  (  figuratively,  barring  certain  activities;  their  blood  was  always  tantalizingly  off-limits.  )  even  the  mere  sight  of  the  tieflings  stumbling  unsteadily  about  the  party  have  a  sour  feeling  settling  in  the  pit  of  astarion's  stomach.  although,  perhaps  that's  a  side  effect  of  the  wine  he's  currently  drinking.  it's  absolutely  terrible.  nearly  all  alcohol  is  these  days  —  vampiric  tastebuds  are  so  dreadfully  picky.  oh,  blood  is  absolutely  divine;  it's  everything  else  that  ranges  somewhere  between  dirt  and  vinegar.  he  can  hardly  remember  what  a  cup  of  tea  or  glass  of  milk  is  like  for  the  living.  it's  yet  another  thing  forgotten  amid  so  many  centuries  of  ceaseless  torment.

it  also  doesn't  help  that  he  feels  like  loitering  around  this  party  is  making  his  skin  crawl.  the  congratulations  tossed  his  way  read  dreadfully  condescending;  they  put  in  all  of  that  hard  work,  and  what  does  he  get  in  return?  a  few  nice  words?  shitty  wine?  a  headache?  he  doesn't  even  have  somewhere  he  can  slip  away  to  for  a  bit  of  peace  and  quiet  —  the  place  he  would  have  picked  is  currently  infested  with  all  of  these  people.  (  drunk.  loud.  stumbling  about.  )  anyone  who  actually  enjoys  playing  the  hero  on  a  regular  basis  is  absolutely  mad;  of  that,  the  spawn  is  entirely  convinced.

he  takes  another  sip  of  his  wine  and  wrinkles  his  nose  —  though  he's  quick  to  smooth  out  the  ugly  expression  when  the  changeling  approaches.   ❝  ...  what  are  you  doing  with  your  hands? ❞  astarion  asks,  arching  a  pale  brow.  he  tries  to  repeat  the  gesture  without  spilling  his  drink.  index  finger  pointed,  thumb  in  the  air;  a  jaunty  sort  of  crookedness  to  the  tilt  of  his  shoulders.  he  feels  a  bit  absurd  —  but  in  a  manner  that's  enough  to  pull  a  soft  chuckle  from  his  lips.  his  mood  is  still  absolutely  terrible,  yet  perhaps  a  little  less  so  than  it  was  a  few  seconds  before.  he  does  quietly  wish  there  were  a  few  spare  goblins  in  need  of  stabbing.  a  bit  of  violence  would  improve  this  dreary  evening  substantially.  alas.  he  supposes  he  can  make  do  with  entertaining  his  intoxicated  companion  —  perhaps  even  being  entertained  in  turn?  hmm.

❝  stealing  your  gold  is  a  given,  my  dear. ❞  the  spawn  replies,  punctuating  the  declaration  with  a  teasing  little  wink.   ❝  as  for  your  heart ... ❞   words  trail  off  for  just  a  moment;  his  voice  dips  into  a  familiar  purr.  ❝  well,  what  kind  of  rogue  would  i  be  if  i  didn't  covet  such  a  priceless  treasure  for  myself?  ❞

[undyingmedium]

"Are you even paying attention?"

"Yes. Maybe you should have specified to what I should have paying attention, at least, sweetie." Unapologetically taking a few more moments to inspect the other, Anika simply returned to lock eyes with the other, raising an eyebrow.

"What were you saying again?"

[alittlebitofmuse]

continued from here || @windwithinmyveins

They were brave and optimistic, their enthusiasm and giddiness almost contagious. In fewer words, they were adorable. If others had just a fraction of the heart this changeling had, half of the issues Halsin spent so much time settling in the grove would cease to exist.

As they cast a glance at their companions and lowered their voice, the Archdruid leaned forward to listen, an eyebrow raised in intrigue. He found himself laughing again at the refreshing playfulness.

" I won't leave your side, " he said with a smile, " I am just honored that you would have me along for your legendary adventure. Heroically saving the day seems to be in your nature. "

[rubistella]

@windwithinmyveins || continued from x

“If you think that’s going to divert my attention from the issue here, you clearly have plenty to learn still.” Condescending.

One couldn’t simply just play a rogue’s very own cards against him and expect the triumphant effect of a royal flush. Rooting his feet to the ground, Astarion’s arms folded over his chest and he bounced his weight from one leg to the other.

“Well?” Crimson eyes swung from the visibly confused elven gent to the little drow lady. "This is the time you shed some light on what in the hells just happened there, my dear. There will be no visits to the tailor until I hear this."

It took two to tango and Astarion could prove himself to be just as stubborn as Ceres was. If not more.

[avernusfuries-a]

✧ Do you agree with reblog karma or is it forced interaction?

Personally, I can't stand reblog karma. It's one of those grey areas where, I understand where it can be completely disheartening seeing people reblog things from you and not sending them in... but on the other hand, I want people to send me things / write with me because they want to and not because they feel as though they've been strongarmed into it.

I find that when someone feels forced into interacting, the longevity and the fun is taken out of interacting with them.

Maybe the prompts didn't fit their character and what felt in character to them, but wanted to see if others did? If you get the notification that someone's reblogged something from you, you can send one in that fits your muse.

tldr; reblog karma feels a little guilt trippy and I heavily dislike the concept / do not put it into practice on this blog.

SALTY MUNDAY MEME.

[stella-sanguis]

@windwithinmyveins sent: “Okay, no, I’m not laughing. Not laughing. Are you okay? That must’ve hurt.” - (Muse of your choice)

" OF course it hurt!! That goblin threw a fucking rock at my head! " He winces, clutching his now pounding head. Oh gods, it feels like he has a black eye. Is his mouth bleeding?

" THANK you so very much for not warning me!! If I end up losing a fang, I'm digging the remaining one right into your neck! "

[lunawish]

"Is your name Fireball? Because you've ignited a spark in my soul." Ceres fingerguns at Lae'Zel. Someone clearly drank too much wine at the Tieflings party.

" My name is Lae'zel, k'chakhi. " Lae'zel regards her companion with a blank, unamused look. If there is a joke, it eludes her. The sense of humor of those in this Fay-run continues to perplex her.

Her eyes scour the scene, she's too sober for her own liking but becoming belligerently drunk is not a luxury she could afford. Besides, none of these wines and ales or spirits could even affect her, even if she tries.

" Are you ... drunk? "