a sweet, violent light

——— PINNED POST

welcome to my multimuse! i’m lilie ( she/her, 28yo, central ) slug disaster extraordinaire. i’ve been around the rpc in different places for years. if we used to hang out, feel free to say hi! i’ll have forgotten bc my memory is dedicated to only remembering the pokemon type chart and can’t fit anything else in there, so please don’t be offended if i don’t remember! i have adhd, depression, and autism, just for full transparency!

                                                 general good-to-knows:

main fandoms are mass effect, fallout, pokemon, mcu, critical role, among others

pretty low activity bc i do a lot of real life stuff

i love shipping, crack posting, joking semi-constantly

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                                     misunne, solariic, siirensung, masterofcraft

                                                          current interest:

                  critical role. fully caught up on all campaigns and exu!

the words weigh heavy, because vax knows how difficult scanlan finds them. playful, deceitful scanlan, who lies to everyone and himself. vax can only imagine the layers of feelings banging around in the gnome's head, and he almost wishes he could quiet them, but... damn, if it doesn't feel good to hear.

the rogue peers through the darkness of the room, broken only by the scattered remaining flames in the fireplace that cast shadows and shapes upon their faces. he doesn't want to pressure scanlan. doesn't want to box him in, tie him down, wrap so tightly around him in fear of suffocating him. ( what if he leaves again? )

a soft smile twitches against his lips — he hadn't realized he had been waiting to hear it. some kind of reassurance. something that sounds like a promise. he shifts closer to lean into scanlan's side, head bowing to nuzzle against the top of his head. he has no words, if only a whispered 'thank you.'

they have to grab moments of respite when they can. days where the pace isn't frantic, where they have the time to rest, even for an hour or two. and with all the shit holes they tend to occupy, a shady spot beneath a tree in a meadow is paradise. vax rests fully on his back, arms and legs starfished cutting space among the tall grasses, head in a druid's lap. and, of course, being in the grips of a druid, vax knows his hair is not safe from her playing.

and sure enough, he feels her fingers through his hair, gently fanning it out across her lap and deftly weaving druidcraft flowers into the dark, thick strands. he can't help but smile in his dreamlike state.