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poor tary had a bit of a harsh welcome, huh?
LITTLE Â JESTER
     scanlan has spent much of his time on inward reflection recently. theres not much in way of conversation with kaylie. not yet, anyways. there is still a patch of ice that hasnât thawed out enough to break through. so when their conversations reach an end for the day, scanlan turns the focus to himself. though, to anyone else, it would read as wandering the streets aimlessly or sitting quietly in a tavern, staring into his drink as if it holds all the answers he seeks, sometimes heâll talk to the bartender as jarett had suggested not very long ago but mostly he keeps to himself.
     so when someone approaches, speaking of entertainment, calling him â little jester â and asking him for a show, scanlan is prepared to turn them down flat. not only is he unfond of being referred to by his stature alone, heâs in no mood to be some idiotâs dancing monkey.  â sorry, friend. iâ â
     scanlan stops himself before he can finish his sentence. heâs looked up from the table now and already given the stranger a once over. blondieâs speech is refined in a way that suggests nobility and while normally this would put scanlan off, heâs not blind to the glint of well-polished armor, peeking out from behind the cloak.
     ( high society pomp? fancy armor? a dodgy-looking bathrobe? well, that certainly changes things. ) suddenly, instead of seeing a nuisance, he sees a business opportunity. sure, scanlan has insisted to himself that heâs giving up on lying and deceitfulness but he has experienced a slight decline in coin. now that heâs willingly given up access to Vox Machinaâs vast treasury. and besides, heâs not just an ordinary bard, playing in whatever taverns will have him, heâs scanlan shorthalt. some consider him a hero and heroes make bank.  â i donât come cheap. â
HE  MERELY smiled,  already  lifting  his  hand  to  wave  away  the  very  notion that  he  would  not  be  able  to  afford  such  services.  he  had  a  good  idea  of  what  good music  cost  & the  type  of  crowd  certain  figures  often  attracted.  entitlement did  not  only  apply  to  those  born  with  silver  spoons  & his  continued  adventures  with  vox  machina  only  reinforced  that  ( * 50 000g an  hour.  he  knew they  were  joking  probably,  but  would  it  kill  them  to  be  realistically ridiculous  ).  if  it  was  one thing  he  learned  from  his  father,  it  was  how  to  be  smart  with  his  gold.  cheap  & price  rarely  had  any  meaning  nowadays.  anything  could  be  fixed,  could  be  bargained,  could  be  altered to  favour  his  current  state  of  affairs  & finances.
doty  creaked  next  to  him,  page  already  turned  to  continue  the  narrative  ( * he  had  to  smile  at  that.  doty  may  have  no  true sentience,  but  there  is  magic in  his  veins  & taryon  believed  enough  for  them  both  ) & quill  hovering  expectantly.
      â  doty,  take  this  down.  iâve  encountered  a  curious  little  thing  in  the  seedy  bars  that  have  now  become  a  staple on  this  adventure.  the  night  certainly  promises  to  diverge  from  the  norm  & with  any  luck,  there  shall  be  some  wine.  that  is  all.  â  a  scritch  sounded  in  his  ears  dutifully  & he  turned  to  face  the  little  jester  once  more.  these  sorts  of  establishments  seemed  to  be  a  point  of  destiny.  all  these  different  storylines  crossing  over  & intermingling         he  had  met  vox  machina  near  a  tavern  had  he  not  ?  â  name  your  price.  â
HE  WATCHED the  water  ripple  & crash  against  of  the  wood  of  the  ship.  a  drab  little  thing,  honestly.  not  even  powered  by  magic like  the  sky  ships  that  would  occasionally  pass  through  the  skies  of  his  home.  his  father  had  spoken  about  acquisitioning  one,  if  only  to  say  that  he  had one  in  his  employ.  the  sky  ships  were  rarities  & therefore  necessary.
      â  when  your          brother mentioned  going  to  hell,  â  his  features  twisted  as  the  words  touched  his  tongue.  these  adventurers  looked  hardly  older than  himself  ! he couldnât  believe that  these  hand  deliverers were  actually  ready to  go  to  the  nine  hells.  he  was  paying  good  money  for  this.   â  was  he  serious  ?   âÂ
SC: Â @snaethâ
this ask meme is based on the blog gravesuggestion.  iâve divided it up into two categories  ( light  &  dark )  based on the themes.  some of these can be somewhat triggering seeing that the darker ones deal with a lot of death mentions.  please be cautious before continuing on!!
L I G H T
â  at night i dream of you.  â â  donât give up yet.  you still have time to fix things.  â â  falling in love with someone else is not a personal attack.  â â  i am still so weak when it comes to you.  â â  i canât believe i let myself let you down.  â â  i donât care where we go when we die,  as long as iâm with you.  â â  i dream of saying to you all the words i held inside until it was too late.  â â  i feel so warm  &  safe when you talk to me.  maybe i could love you if youâd let me.  â â  i finally let the right people in  &  i have never felt so loved.  â â  i like the way your nails paint red stripes along my spine days after youâre gone.  â â  i lived in your permafrost for twenty years  &  then you looked at me  &  i felt the warmth of spring.  â â  i once wished youâd leave me alone,  but i take it back.  â â  i want to be able to love someone else,  but you stretch your arms  &  spread your legs inside my heart so that there is no room for anyone or anything else.  â â  i want to believe that we got it right this time.  â â  i wonder how much longer i can cling to your light before it expires completely.  â â  i would travel across the world to be by your side,  because as long as you are with me,  anywhere is a perfect place to me.  â â  it took me awhile to realize it myself,  but you are not what other people say you are.  â â  itâs not that i really need you,  but life would be pretty boring without you around.  thereâs no one i would rather be with.  â â  iâd like to stay like this for awhile.  â â  life  &  death donât have to be so boring,  letâs make both an adventure.  â â  life imitates art,  they say.  i didnât believe it until i started to notice the way your eyelashes look so much like tiny ink stroke.  â â  live your life so that when you die,  souls will come for miles just to hear your historic tales.  â â  make your exes jealous  &  your past self proud.  â â  maybe youâre what i needed to find in order to move on.  â â  never get caught falling harder.  theyâll never let you back up.  â â  please donât go.  â â  some days itâs easier to just stop fighting it  &  succumb.  â â  sometimes,  youâll find it hard to keep going,  but you always will.  â â  the desire i feel for you is that same itching,  insidious hunger that an addict has for their addiction.  â â  the worst thing about you is that you werenât all bad.  â â  there is absolutely nothing  &  no one who can stop me.  â â  there is no route of losing you that is without pain.  â â  thereâs still room for adventure  &  there is no one iâd rather have by my side.  â â  things didnât turn out the way i planned,  but iâm alright with that.  â â  we could be really incredible together,  you know?  â â  you are beautiful  &  vibrant  &  confident.  you are light  &  laughter incarnate  &  every fiber of your being screams freedom  &  joy.  when i am with you,  i am truly happy.  â â  you are starlight incarnate,  from the grand way you sway your hips to the wide mysterious way you think.  blessed are any to be loved by you.  â â  you are too afraid of the future to let go of a past that was never kind to you.  â â  you call me yours  &  i have no idea what that even means to you.  â â  you remind me of bubblegum  &  sweets;  soft  &  pink  &  warm.  you are strong in the gentlest way.  you are so stubbornly kind.  i wish i could be like that.  â â  you still visit me while i sleep sometimes.  your fingers trace my spine  &  i listen to you breathe.  please stop haunting me.  â â  âmorbid curiosityâ is a wonderful way to describe how i feel about you.  â
D A R K
â  a thousand empty bottles  &  fist fights will never return to us what we lost that day.  â â  everyone else has moved on,  but i am still here.  â â  everything about you screams danger.  â â  everything is worthless to you  &  you,  in turn,  became worthless.  â â  for once in my life i want to be surrounded by people that i donât feel like i need to impress.  â â  freedom is really hard to get used to.  â â  how could you do this to me?  how fucking could you?  â â  i am becoming everything we always dreamed of  &  i am leaving you behind.  â â  i buried you so well that you might as well have died.  â â  i can rest easy knowing that the person i love is dead  &  not the monster you became.  â â  i canât look at you.  not now,  not ever.  â â  i donât ask how youâve been.  whatâs the point?  youâd lie anyways.  â â  i dream of hearing the words i so desperately needed to lay your memory to rest.  â â  i haunted this house first.  there is no room for you here.  â â  i have a right to be upset.  i loved them too, you know.  â â  i just want it to end.  i want it to all go away.  i want to go away.  â â  i may be a wolf in sheepâs clothing,  but a snake hiding in the skin of a mouse is far more dangerous.  â â  i saw your face today  &  didnât feel anything.  i am free.  â â  i tried to save you,  but you didnât want to be saved.  you just wanted someone to suffer with you.  â â  itâs almost as if you were never here.  â â  itâs unhealthy to do these things,  you tell me.  you say itâs time to stop smoking,  time to stop gambling,  &  dammit,  i f you donât stop drinking itâll kill you.  i sure hope youâre right,  darling.  â â  iâm always pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to kill you in my mind  â â  iâm not really scared to die.  iâm more afraid that no one will miss me when iâm gone.  â â  iâm not the person you left behind anymore.  thereâs no one here to miss.  â â  iâve been dead far longer than iâve been alive.  â â  iâve eaten nothing but flower petals  &  ivy for weeks because i want to be beautiful inside like you.  â â  iâve never been completely satisfied.  i most likely will still be unsatisfied long after my death.  â â  no motive other than pleasure,  my dear.  â â  one day iâll go or you will.  either way,  it will be as if iâm losing a piece of myself.  â â  our dreams  &  promises decay along with you.  â â  the leaves change,  but nothing else does.  â â  the only difference between avoiding  &  leaving is that now iâm not waiting up for you.  â â  there is no such thing as a person who is required to love you.  â â  thereâs only so much that can be done to repair old damage.  â â  things arenât going as i hoped.  maybe if i die,  i can start over again?  better luck next time.  â â  this is not something to be proud of.  this is a tragedy.  â â  trying to get rid of me?  oh honey,  youâll have to try much harder than that.  â â  trying to get under my skin?  youâre nothing more than a pesky itch.  â â  unlike you,  i canât hide my identity when it becomes an inconvenience or a danger.  â â  weeping is for gods  &  martyrs,  we cannot afford such luxuries.  â â  would you even miss me?  â â  you are not important enough to earn an eternal place in my heart.  â â  you complain nonstop about being unloved  &  alone,  i canât imagine what youâd be like if that were actually true.  â â  you donât know what itâs like.  â â  you made this so fucking easy for me.  â â  you should see me as a threat.  i will tear down everything you know until there is nothing left of you.  i am a walking threat.  â â  you think iâm already gone,  but iâm still fighting.  â â  you think iâm dead,  but iâm just dying.  â â  you were never an addiction,  you were a fucking disease.  â â  you wouldnât dare cross me.  i am god  &  you are the soil beneath my feet.  â â  your existence takes up so much more space in mine that we might as well be one entity.  â â  your fingers are so cold  &  bruised,  but youâre still slamming your fists again the barricade as if it makes a difference.  â â  your hair is tied in a noose  &  your fingernails are razor blades,  your lips are poison  &  i will gratefully kiss them.  â â  your hatred has a body count  &  we will not forget.  â â  your loss,  not mine.  â â  youâre a sick fuck.  you know that?  â â  youâre not gentle with me  &  i would never ask you to be.  â â  youâve trapped yourself so thoroughly in your own mind that itâs not even a rut anymore,  itâs a pit.  â

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SUFFICE  TO  say,  it  wasnât  the  best of  first  impressions.  or  even  second.  mayhaps  the  battle  on  the  crashing  waves  & the  boat  was  a  shining  point  deserving  of  some  recognition  ( * except,  of  course,  the  poor  gunslinger  who  quite  literally  crashed & metaphorically  burned on  the  deck  ) any  positive  light  was  completely  smashed  by  the  latest display  of  vox  machinaâs prowess  as  an  adventuring  group.
      â  is  this  how  it  usually  goes  for  you  all  ?  â  he  asked,  eyes  drifting  to  the  little  elf  girl.  he  thought  of  his  father  ( * a  terrible,  terrible idea.  oh  no,  he  can  already  feel  his  hands  shaking  ) & tried  to  channel  that  stern,  unshakable  persona  because  that  was  what  he  needed  to  be  right  now.  anything  but  this  bundle  of  agitated  nerves  & restlessness  that  hadnât  gone  away  since  he  woke  up,  percival  above  him  & empty  vial  in  hand.  ( * that  was  it,  wasnât  it  ? what  happened  back  there  put  that  single  blow  the  little  elf  boy  had  dealt  him into perspective.  that  rush  of  his  life  leaving  his  lungs  ?  nothing compared  to  the  sea  swallowing  him  whole          )   â  because  i  think  we  may  have  to  rework our  agreement  of  fifty  thousand.  â
SC:Â @bcaroness
TARYON  DARRINGTON felt  well  - protected  in  his  armour.  vox  machina  had  expressed  their  displeasure  enough  times  that  he  knew such  opulance made  him  a  target,  but  ah,  well,  why  be  an  unprotected one  ?  he  still  wore  the  cloak  the  little  elf  girl  ruined  with  her  stitches,  only  if  to  prevent  them  from  stripping  the  layers  of  metal  away  from  him.  ( * to  keep  him  safe,  they  insisted  )  he  glanced  around  the  establishment,  taking  a  careful  eye  at  the  patrons  & mindlessly  cataloging  how  much  gold  he  could  take  off  the  asking  price  due  to  the  state  of  the  floorboards,  the  furniture  & that  smell.  good  god,  that  was  at  least  fifteen  hundred  on  its  own.  his  eyes  drew  across  the  gnome  dressed  in  purple  & the  few  instruments  hooked  upon  his  person.
      â  ah        so  there  is entertainment.  i  was  beginning  to  wonder  if  i  had  to  suffer  through  yet  another  night  of  roughhousing.  â  not  that,  he  supposed,  vox  machina  were  the  type  to  instigate  bar  fights  ( * well,  perhaps  jumbo  was.  but  for  the  most  part,  the  group  was  content  to  find  a  corner  in  the  back  & drink  sullenly  until  they  forgot  their  problems  ) but  he  had  standards & the  establishments  the  adventurers  frequented  so  rarely  met  them.   â  tell  me,  little  jester,  how  much  for  a  performance  ?  â
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starter  call.
THIS  IS  GOING  T O  BE  FUN  !  FUN  !  FUN !  private  & highly  selective  taryon  darrington  from  geek  & sundryâs  critical  role.  low  activity.
Taryon Darrington from Critical Role. Itâs either a beginning of a beautiful friendship, or Vox Machina will get to kill one of itâs own party members XD

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