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they’re in love // @gloriouslygood

There are words to be said but he’d never been known for his patience, Vax quick to pull Shaun closer by tugging on Shaun’s robes and capture his lips. He still has to lean up, something that would usually lead to plenty of teasing, but working for a kiss is half the fun after all. 

“Ha!” Beau grins, entirely too satisfied with herself. She hops to her feet and offers Vax a hand to help him up. “That was awesome. Barely broke a sweat!”

She should spar with rogues more often–except that Nott is so much smaller than she is. Might be difficult. But it’s still nice to work with someone who keeps her on her toes. Maybe Yasha would be down to spar sometime… “Should let me kick your ass more often. It’s a good feeling.”

gjkfdh // @gloriouslygood

“Dying is that simple, so why the bloody hell not?” Like there’s an argument to be made, as though Molly has any dog in this fight, or comes off as anything other than petulant. His tail snakes. Death is its own inescapable truth. He doesn’t regret how he got here, but even the silly triumph of having one over on Beau for the rest of her life ( that he hopes is long, that he hopes is fulfilling, she’s a pain in the ass but she deserves that, it’s why he fucking died ) is superseded by how much more he could’ve done, given time. His jaw sets, fingers drumming against his elbow.

“You know how much time I had?” Stupid question, he thinks. He must be talking to death, or some fragment of it—wonders if he’s omniscient as any god, figures him to be even as he flips up the V of his index and middle: “Two years.” Molly’s voice cracks in a way he plows through, in a way he rationalizes is born from anger. Anger is allowed to wreck his words, because the last thing he wants to nurse is helplessness. Anger gives him control. “I could do so much for them with two more.”

It’s so much harder when people fight like this. He already is all too aware of what happened, keeping eyes on the group as he had. Two years isn’t enough time, Vax understands how unfair it all is. And yet there isn’t a thing he can do about it. A sigh draws from his lips, holding a gloved hand out to the tiefling. 

The corners of Shaun’s lips curled into a smile as his arms naturally wrapped around the strong shoulders before him. Considering his size, he was accustomed to being the holder, not the one being held. It was a nice change of pace.

“Hmm… well, you. But then again, you’re never far from my mind.” A kiss to Vax’ildan’s wet forehead. He was quick, however, to pull back slightly with a quirk of his brow. “… Did you use my shampoo, too?”

old meme that’s,, somewhere // @pepperboxed

“Ever cynical, Percival.” He takes a shaking breath, knowing there may be a little truth to his words still. Many things have fallen into their laps during their travels, but healers were always in short supply and there is little they can do about the poison now in his system. 

               ❛ i  owe  you  my  life, ❜  it’s  stated  as  simple  fact,  as  scanlan  gazes  upward  at  the  form  of  the  opposing  half-elf.  a  hand  on  his  heart  to  express  his  sincerity.  before  vax’ildan  can  respond,  however.  the  tone  shifts  with  the  simple  movement  of  scanlan’s   lips  upturning  into  an  open-mouthed  grin,  white  teeth  flashing  devilishly.  away  with  the  gravitas.  humor  is  where  he  finds  the  most  comfort. ❛ so,  what’ll  the  repayment  be,  vax  —   a  song  that  sings  your  praises  ?  all  the  coin  i’ve  got  to  my  name ?  sexual  favors ?  you  name  it,  it’s  yours ! ❜

i love haley // @tempestvoice

She laughs again and leans against him fondly as he holds her. “I do lots of things accidentally,” she reminds him. “You know that.” She doesn’t need to remind him of that time she tripped head-first into a pool of lava…

“You didn’t have to get one for me, but you did. Maybe I want to do the same?”

It came with adventuring - with his clientele being as they were, Shaun Gilmore knew this better than most. And yet, as Vax was changing his shirt, his heart couldn’t help but crack just a little at the sight of the marks scattered across the smaller man’s body. Perhaps because he had an idea what caused those marks, and what he had to endure to survive.

“… you are quite the handsome man, Vax’ildan.”

The shirt is quickly pulled over his head, sliding down to cover the scars again but the half-elf can imagine what Shaun must be thinking. He’s quick to move over to him, arms wrapping around his waist before leaning up to kiss him. “I’d say the same about you.”

“Aw, fuck!” Beau grunts with the impact as Vax tackles her to the ground. She scowls up at him, still defiant despite the blade to her throat. Not willing to give up just yet (or is it not able to recognize when the game is over?) she quickly scans Vax’s face and assesses her situation.

“Bold of you to assume I lost.” The scowl turns to a smirk before Beau hits his throat with the heel of her hand. While he’s distracted, she hooks a leg behind one of his knees and pushes, flipping them both over so she has him pinned, her quarterstaff going to his throat to hold him down. Not enough to injure him, but enough for her to be smug about it. Which she is.

He should’ve expected the punch, but it’d been quite some time since he’d last trained with a monk. Countering a fighting style that involved punching people in the throat wasn’t something he’d planned for that night.