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[seluniite-archived]

bard and sunny just play barbies with each other's tavs. / @wrlckd

[refabled]

@wrlckd : shippy starters ( x ).

❝ it's just this way, ❞ fable promises. branches crack underfoot as they follow a narrow path through a cluster of spindly-armed trees. leaving the bolster of the camp behind, fable tells herself that sylvn's hand in hers is just to keep from getting lost. but she knows exactly where she's going, and her hand is small and warm in his, so she's a little lying liar. cheeks burning, she flashes him a small smile before pushing a final, flowering branch. ❝ we're here. ❞

she realizes, belatedly, he may not appreciate the view. the placid lake below ripples with sunlight, the sky clear save for a few cotton-candy clouds. ❝ gorgeous, isn't it? I was thinking we could go for a swim... if you wanted. ❞

[ode-of-odr-archive]

// @wrlckd Raserei is his problem now

Well, it had been a time since he had been inside of a grove. And the last one had an ancient dragon as an archdruid. Though he doubted this place had a dragon lying about. If they did, the tieflings and the druids wouldn't be so scared of some goblins.

Though this Halsin was spoken of in high regard. That was promising in a situation that was doomed from the start. Still, as he looked around he didn't feel the power of nature, like he did in the other grove. He just felt fear. Tension so tight it threatened to snap. It called to him, beckoned him to make these fears bloom.

They just returned from attempting to kill Wyll's target, but that turned into something else entirely. And how the group had even more tieflings.

He looked over at Sylvn and the other companions. What a merry band of doom and gloom they were. He wanted to ask what was next, no he wanted to lay out a plan. But all he could do was feel this weight on his chest. What the hells were they supposed to do now. They had no real weapons or gear save for what they scavenged, and no money to help them if they had to rush to Baldur's Gate because Halsin couldn't save them.

"Well, if we plan on fighting a horde of goblins we are going to need to better prepare ourselves. There was that old temple near the crash. We might get lucky."

[seluniite-archived]

when @wrlckd and i decide that eira's goddess and syl's patron are gonna duke it out for one of their kids. comedy??? or tragedy?!?!?!?

[seluniite-archived]

[ROMANCE]

𝙰𝚄𝚃𝚄𝙼𝙽 𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚇 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚃 // ( accepting )

With every moment spent together. Every battle won. Every shared kiss and declaration in between, it was difficult to believe (or even accept) that a moment's intervention from the Feywild gave them peace of mind in the most literal sense. No parasite. No danger. No apparent need for weapons and armor (which she was still rather on edge about).

Eira wanted nothing more than to let it all sink in and enjoy Sylvn's company while they still had time, and figure out whatever steps followed once this was all over. Fingertips brushed over his knuckles until digits laced in between, finding comfort and safety and an unmistakable warmth in her heart as they strolled the gardens of Bloomridge Park.

❝ It seems wrong: being grateful to a colony of mindflayers, only because they led me to you. ❞ She grins at her own words, but they were sincere, spoken with the confidence of someone who'd already professed amorous feelings for Sylvn between the chaos and tragedy they'd faced in such a short amount of time.

【 DC16 (nature): 11 - 1 = 10 (FAILURE) 】

Her heart swells, and something around them seems to respond in kind. The flora shifts and blooms, bathing their surroundings in color and a natural aromatics as if catered to them specifically. Eira halts, tightening her hold on Syl's hand as moon-tinted hues take it all in and shimmer with a mist of unshed tears. She wouldn't let this moment sour, and she refused to accept that they were here on borrowed time, until the equinox met its end and the dormant tadpoles revived anew.

No, instead, she pushes that thought to the recesses of her mind and turns to meet his icy gaze, letting the floral aroma of their surroundings calm her as she exhales and whispers, ❝ I love you. ❞

[lastborne]

"He saved me, again, and again, and again."

Pictures by me Featuring @wrlckd

[dreadgloom]

[ GUIDE ] : in order to guide the receiver, sender presses a hand against the small of their back.

sexual tension prompts . . . accepting . . . @wrlckd

The muscles in their back tensed at the sudden touch. Pointed ears pricked up in alarm, ever alert for signs of danger . . . even as she found herself relaxing into the heat of the palm against the small of her back. Looking up at the half elf that towered over them, a small smirk tugged at her lips. ❝ You just cannot keep your hands off me today, ❞ the drow said, voice low so only Sylvn could hear what was said. ❝ Should I expect similar treatment when we get back to camp tonight as well? ❞

[dreadgloom]

❛  you say you're numb inside but i can't agree.  ❜

heathers: the musical sentence starters . . . @wrlckd . . . accepting.

Hands still in their activity of plucking herbs for possible later alchemical use. Lavender gaze flicks over to the other, eyes giving a slow blink behind tinted enchanted frames. ❝ Because . . . I voted to help the tieflings, ❞ the ranger inquired slowly. Dionisia wonders, for a moment, if he thinks she was moved by pity for the refugees. Perhaps she should be, considering she has been in a similar situation when she first fled the Underdark all those years ago. No such gracious emotion was why she had cast her vote, though. The drow had merely decided that looting goblin corpses bolstered by this supposed 'Absolute' might be the more profitable action of the two choices. ❝ The tieflings are no threat like this Absolute seems to be, and I have no quarrel with them as long as they pay what is promised. ❞