#baronessed

"long story short— the farmer came out and threw something sharp. we didn't stick around to find out what it was, and i didn't realize how bad it was until i came upstairs." he chances a glance at her, flashing her a smile.

 “you don't look fine,”   the dragon said dubiously.   “i can't help you if you don't tell me what the matter is.”   of all the things he could be doing with himself,  selling potions seemed the smartest.  when they got quiet or difficult was when he regretted it,   but what else was he supposed to do?  “i have plenty of healing potions.  or if it's something  ---  unconventional  ----”   he'd had a sodding lycanthrope ask for a cure once.  that had been exciting.  “----   even if i don't have it now,   i can always try to make it.”

"Why would I be avoiding you?"

Oh how much she wanted to go over there and pull them back. Part of her telling her to move even further away. She almost practically yelped when a small dog wandered near. She felt so unnerved by the thought of going close that she jumped and shrieked a little when she felt a hand upon her shoulder.

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

"A wine will do. You know me, I prefer the refine tastes of the world. Though, I could try a tankard of ale. Any recommendations?"

HE   DREAMS   OF   BYRODEN   ALMOST   EVERY   NIGHT   IN   SYNGORN.         even   when   vex   cares   less   for   talking   of   their   home,   even   of   their   mother,   than   vax,   he   never   stops   wishing   for   returning   to   the   life   he   knows   before   syldor   rips   them   from   elaina’s   arms.      when   vex’ahlia   reaches   her   breaking   point   as   well,   vax   is   hardly   difficult   to   convince   to   run.      it   is   a   long,   hard   road   to   their   home,   traveling   as   they   must   with   little   coin   and   little   experience   alone   in   the   world.      but   they   find   their   way   home   all   the   same   .   .   .      and   home   is   gone.      and   mother   is   gone.      and   vax   does   not   breathe   for   a   long   time,   losing   count   of   the   seconds,   but   he   screams   and   sobs   and   falls   to   his   knees   at   her   makeshift   grave,   a   pain   in   his   chest   he   has   never   known   before      —      cannot   describe   should   he   wish   to      —      and   vex   is   the   only   one   there   when   he   does.      she   understands;      she   breaks,   too.      and   he   cannot   tell   who   starts   the   embrace,   who   wraps   who   up   first,   but   it   is   all   he   can   manage:      holding   onto   his   sister,   the   two   of   them   losing   everything   now   but   each   other   as   one,   and   weeping   for   the   family   that’s   well   and   truly   gone.      for   the   children   they   were,   and   the   people   they   could   have   been,   and   the   mother   they’ll   never   see   again   .   .   .      he   could   not   let   go   of   vex’ahlia   if   he   tried.   

only, it seemed that whatever wine she’d insisted on partaking in was stronger than she expected, because after only fifteen minutes of sipping at it, she found herself staring at vex with hearts in her eyes, mooning over the sheen of her hair. and when vex turned to question if she was alright, that knowing little half-smirk on her lips, keyleth simply couldn’t resist leaning forward to steal a kiss, vex’s lips every bit as soft as she’d imagined they’d be. after a moment she pulled back, knowing she should feel mortified, but unable to dredge any of it up. ❝ I’m not sorry, ❞ she said with a smile.  as it turned out, it wasn’t exactly wine she’d been drinking. but rather some strain of sandkheg’s hide, which explained at least why the entire left side of her face was numb.