#cheatdeaths

❝ It was like I was holding the world when I held you. ❞

Her words are so sweet, and earnest... so why does @cheatdeaths look like she might cry? What sorrows had she locked away in her chest that love, of all things, caused her to tear up.

"You say this like I won't be here when you get back." Halsin smooths some strands of blonde hair away and behind her ear, finger tracing around the shell of it and back down to her jaw. His pointer and thumb gently grips her jaw, more so to draw her attention to him.

The ex-archdruid bows his head, hesitating a moment with just brushing his nose against Dorothy's before he releases her and draws her in for a kiss.

"I will be yours to hold still when you return, this I swear."

BUILDERS: A Web Weave for Six Dorothy ( @cheatdeaths ) & Halsin

From Eden, Hozier

Aerial View of Buildings on the Snow Covered Landscape, Ian lavrinovich

Green Leafed Tree, veeterzy

Black bear sitting on grassy lakeside in wild nature, Enric Cruz López

Halsin, Baldur's Gate 3

          “ 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗦 𝗜 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 resources... ” raiden comments as if to say she's house's favorite child, which is or isn't to say it's true. six has given him plenty of first impressions so far, among them being ‘ the put-together golden girl ’. she must find him the opposite, if he so humbly had to imagine. his personnel dossier surely does. head ever so slightly cants in back her direction, distinguishing one simple shrug. “ would be nice. ” it's added in a fashion that suggests he isn't desperate to see his employer face to face on the dime, though it doesn't downplay his previous statement either.

     he offers @cheatdeaths his unwavering attention in the moment, silently questioning her ( and house's ) idea of what that future might look like. by the way she speaks of him in the highest regard, she's either idolizing the worst man he's about to meet, or the best one. he's dependent on the latter. raiden's mouth opens slightly to ask, yet only the rattle of an exhale passes as his gaze follows her finger back to the idyllic view.

          𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬'𝗥𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗦 𝗜𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬'𝗩𝗘 𝗦𝗡𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗢𝗨𝗧 after curfew, he's realizing now. skipping out on a good old fashioned corporate party for a smoke break and some takeout sounds like the very teenager thing to do. admittedly, he kind of likes it. “ hey, never too old to get caught. ” raiden snaps a pair of fingers in six's direction ( and it's not really original or smart ), but he thinks she might appreciate the moment of free-spirited humor.

     “ sure does. ” his chin tucks down at his shoes for a second, nodding in low-hanging agreement. “ being young means being impressionable. that's why i don't smoke around the kids ‘cause, you know, they don't need to be exposed to all that. ” maybe her comment self actualizes something in that window of time, because now he's questioning how real the chemicals are in his lungs, or the burn nestled between his index and middle. it's not for fun: just a stupid child's habit that won't die. a good way to pass the time and stress off up to a point, but that's about it. there's a short, dry laugh; his shoulders shake little by little. “ you can always do me a favor and scold me anyways. might finally convince me to kick the bucket on these things. ” which might be a wish spoken too soon.

     raiden looks at six then, and really looks - he isn't seeing through her or questioning her presence is a mirage. she's here in the flesh, between the hollywood curls and floral notes sitting on a hallmark dress. he almost tilts his head to the side – like he misheard the delivery and needs a second. it's fascinating how isolated you can feel in the middle of a crowded room. they're two lonely people who happened to cross paths at the right time, several times. “ they are. ” her word feels like a confession, as if they're both craving similar companionship in the workforce that badly; maybe @cheatdeaths is being herself right now, or another version of herself that she thinks will earn his approval the quickest ( she probably wouldn't have taken his offer if she knew it wouldn't have closed a door - a classic business tactic ). it doesn't really matter if part of her feels real at least. “ what can i say? you've grown on me. ” it's said with enough ease of conviction that he hadn't put hesitation into the reply, something raiden already knows she's won him over with. “ and here i thought we were already friends. ” at the mention he reaches out and gives her a light pat on the shoulder, the kind of wingman gesture that shows he has no policy expectations right now. an i won't tell if you won't.

"i ain't bein' fickle."

a sudden snap of temper before kaj reins it in. she closes her eyes to gather herself. talking about the future with six feels a little like talking to a brick wall--a really earnest, sweet brick wall with beautiful eyes. saying kaj is tolerating robert house is a stretch, and god, does she feel stretched thin with it. so many opportunities to backstab, to take it all and damn the consequences, all slipped through her fingers for the sake of those eyes. they promise a better future if kaj can just trust them, an easy task for anyone but kaj.

she's been through so much. they've both been through so much. kaj wants nothing more than to just nod her head and agree, like so many others that six has convinced to act against their own interests. but it's hard. maybe impossible. maybe she's just too fucking broken to adhere to anyone's ideas except her own, but damn it, she's trying. kaj cares about six. she likes her. but kaj also wants everything done her way, because she's a control freak.

kaj leans back in her chair, nearly tipping it over, perfectly balanced on the back legs. they're alone in the empty casino floor of the 38, so kaj feels both vulnerable and comfortable. not an unusual feeling, alongside the other woman.

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Felicia, finishing a stress dart: I learned some very valuable lessons from this.

He doesn't notice the gifts until late into the night, and he's not even anywhere ready for bed, but his tail curls in curiosity.

When he approaches there's the lingering scent of sweet rosiness that he knows belongs to @cheatdeaths. He hadn't seen her come through the tower between all the reorganizing and cleaning he's set himself to task over throughout the tower, it was no surprise that she had managed to leave something at his desk.

The pillow was filled with a a blend of buckwheat and lavender, giving it a gently weighted feeling in his hands, and the blanket was soft beneath his fingers and he could tell that it would insulate from the cold should the air grow chilly coming off the water.

Endlessly thoughtful gifts.

The vellum and quills too. Since childhood Rolan had a terrible habit of not using his finer stationary materials afraid to waste them after so much money had been spent on them... it was the reason that even now his first spell book was barely a third of the way full, spells crammed onto pages to get the most use out of the finely bound leather book that Cal, Lia, and their mother had pooled money together to get for him.

He can feel the magic in the sheaves of paper call out to him, some enchantment akin to that found in Figurines of Wonderous Power. There were only a few of these enchanted sheets though... and Rolan would need to get the courier a gift in return, wouldn't he?

Rolan searched through the store rooms to put together a bundled gift made up of useful scrolls for Six, but tucked within a fine velvet bag was a Silver Raven Figurine.

Certainly all together the courier would find it suitable. He left the gift bag hanging on the door handle of her the room she chose to occupy within the tower, the tip of his tail wagging in satisfaction as he trotted off to work well into the morning.

It's Sticks that says to Boob during their moon wedding vows: I really love that you don't have reptile dysfunction.

It's a good thing he's alone when he finds it, because Craig Boone was left nearly rolling with laughter. Tears pricked at his eyes as he turned the page to find his two favorite fictional geckos holding hands and skipping, kissing, visiting friends. They even got married.

His face was red at the implication, as well as the utter thoughtfulness of it all.

But he almost screams at the last line.