#alcriti

ozgog only plays nice with the girls and the they/thems. men and strangers are sent to hell

he also needs a name.

↬ @alcriti says, “ fear will make you fight. ”

florence is drawn from their thoughts by astarion’s voice. truth be told, they had forgotten he stood near. too much on the mind, and too little time to sort through it all. “ it will ? ”

fear is a motivator. a terrible motivator, they think, when it is likely your dogs will turn tail and run. “ i have to disagree. i do not think it will be fear. i think it will be the ghost above that forces my hand; he and his hunger for battle. ” 

and he is hungry for battle. he hunts the hills and shore indiscriminately. he’ll hunt their enemies too. 

“ oh, ha ha. how hilarious of you ! ” 

their mockery comes from the ground. too tired to care where they landed, florence stretched and yawned and tried to close their eyes. joints popped, and a new wave of exhaustion followed the yawn. astarion stands in the way of the third.

lorelei raises her eyebrows, eyes half lidded; of course he'd be the one fishing for compliments. “ you just put me in an awful situation and you know it. ” she points an accusatory finger at the vampire spawn.

“ because, if i tell you, not only you won't shut up about it, but you'll also taunt me for at least a week and a half over the fact that i gave you a genuine compliment. ” mockery and isn't nearly as fun when you are on the receiving end, after all. a deep, defeated sigh slips past her lips as both hands settle on her hips.

unprompted !

@alcriti said: ' i'm shocked you don't know prestidigitation. for the blood, i mean. ' yes, he is absolutely mocking her for being slathered in blood. :))))

listen closely, & her teeth grind together like stone scraping against stone. plunge into the storm swirling in her eyes & discover looks really can kill – except now, apparently, when she'd want them to.

❝       & i'm shocked you're wagging your tongue instead of putting it to use enjoying your own feast like the bloody beast you are; seems we're both still full of surprises.       ❞

a sloppy parry, & too sharpened to pass as banter, but in her defence, the blood soaking her is congealing, drying over her skin like a second layer of dry skin, distracting in its disgusting-ness. to make matters worse, blood – including &, perhaps especially, goblin blood – never featured in any of beauty routines she's heard about, a fact which propels her determined pace toward the chionthar.

𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬  𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

@alcriti said: ' i can smell your ambition like blood in the water. ' warlock astlara 👀👀 in all their awfulness!

alara smiles, the glint in her eyes as sharp as the knives at his sides. ❝       now you can – & about time, too.       ❞

oh, she shouldn't needle him, but she can't help it. not when the shark needed to stumble on the spread of pages detailing her ambition to scent the blood of it. since he's last seen it, the parchment's been ordered & tamed into a neat stack, tied together with twine like a manuscript, & she deposits it over the open pages of his latest read.

❝       just in case you'd like to familiarise yourself with the full extent of my ambitions.       ❞ wealth & power, control, immortal youth, insurance against their tadpoles, protection from certain, named individuals... it's all there, wrapped pretty as a present. ❝       of course, if you do decide to read it through, i expect to see magisterial revisions in return.       ❞

a cheap bargain, & hopefully an easy one to make. ❝       what do you say – do we have a deal ?       ❞

“ well, if those are the only kind of bards you've met, sorry, luv, you've been hanging around very boring people. ” annoyed, lorelei shrugs, her mouth pulling downward at the accusation. she is was a bard; she's painfully aware of the countless stereotypes that follow her profession wherever it goes. and, truth be told, she'd indulged in more than a few of them during her college years ( not that 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 needed to know. gods forbid. ) still, that doesn't stop her from rolling her eyes.