#1268dr

in the meme tag somewhere ╱ 1268dr.

  “ ... ” with astarion leading most of the conversation, he wonders how much of this was drunken rambling and how much came from a hidden place. after all, alcohol was merely a catalyst for what sat fermenting in the deepest confines of his head. xia fei didn't realize it was his turn to speak until the moment's silence lingered a heartbeat too long, with nothing but the crackling fire - and the occasional sigh of this ghostly-cursed lands, whistling distant echoes of the damned to fill the stillness. “ ah. ” he didn't want to dissuade him from sharing unfiltered thoughts, didn't wish to meet him with silence when he dares test the waters to lay even a fraction his heart out in the open.

  his eyes briefly close to gather his own muddled head to form something coherent. he's fortunate not to have reached the threshold where his own senses and self-restraint have been overcome. as his eyelids flutter open again, he offers astarion a calm, attentive look, “ must you really deny yourself that kind of bliss? not that there's any rush to seek such things, considering our situation. but why set it so high above you? like you're too far below to deserve it? ”

what happened to we ask before we bite?? ╱ 1268dr.

  “ ah! aagh—!!! ” had this been done by regular teeth, gnawing at his shoulder perhaps may not have sparked such a big reaction. no, there must be a reason, isn’t there? with intent dressed as foreplay, astarion bided his time with xia fei. like a seasoned hunter stalking its prey, he strikes while his lover’s guard was dropped. xia fei made the naïve mistake to let exhaustion distract him from that half-lidded, looming gaze. twin blood-red moons size him up; astarion wanted something xia fei could not yet name. it’s subtle, but he sees that mischievous twinkle; he can tell he’s keen on chipping cracks into his seemingly perfect poise. whatever stirred this, his steady, well-bred calm was under ( playful ) threat. and by the gods - he got him stirring, alright.

      HIS APPEARANCE JUST ABOUT CONTRADICTS WHAT HE'S TRYING TO ARGUE, armour may aswell be showered in the crimson had she known better, with a corpse close by his feet; understandably why he'd been forced to face such a predicament. valkyrie keeps her attention at the corpse for a moment longer / her arms overlapping under her breastline & brings her gaze back to astarion.

♕ `,— 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐳 𝐤𝐚𝐟𝐤𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

a smirk formed on ruby red lips at the pale elf's comment, "it must be glorious being that daft." cordelia laughed, shaking her head as she brought her pipe to her lips, taking a long pull before slowly exhaling, "do you ever wish you could bask in pure ignorance and positivity like them? do you think it'd be easier? better?" she questioned as she looked out at the masses. truthfully, she would never choose to be an idiot, so much power was held in knowledge, but...perhaps for a day basking in ignorance couldn't hurt.

astarion's voice startles her out of her own mind. she isn't as good at hiding when the wheels are turning within, or perhaps he's just good at reading her. shoulders jolt slightly & her head turns to spare him a glance before her eyes shift back ahead to the drider they follow behind. she's been assessing the situation. the convoy is full of people she's sure they could take. she's never fought a drider before, never even seen one, but this whole adventure so far has been doing things she never thought of otherwise. ( githyanki blood is still under her nails despite the endless scrubbing. somehow, zaelun gets the feeling they were nothing in comparison to what may await them in this land. )