#corvus-bound

The small drow just gave the shadar-ka a dead pan look. Red eyes meeting the others grey ones. Speaking inside the others mind

valdruk, are you trying to flirt with me?

Not to far of a reach. Both drow and shadow elves appreciated the dark or well that was her understanding. She always could just probe his mind but she was showing a modicum of respect for him. which was very very little.

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Erris: Am I in trouble? Shadowheart: Take a guess. Erris: No? Shadowheart: Take another guess.

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Erris: I learned some very valuable lessons from this. Shadowheart: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away. Erris: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God.

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Erris: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited Shadowheart: If? Branoc: Great, the only party I’ve ever been invited to and they might not even die.

" Y-ou.. you shouldn't've let me choose the poison - you owe it to that, "

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As much as she wished to siphon more warmth into Erris , Shadowheart's brow was cold with beaded sweat , exertion to pull him back into her world threatening to take over the petite cleric - yet she was agile, not letting him slip away from her grip and give into the Raven Queen's grave pull.

Withers had brought him back to the world of living and yet she was so wrathful - towards the Gods, but more over towards herself.

She had succumb to the Dark Lady and misery has become her behest - at least things would've been different for him, if he hadn't met her. Maybe he would've been happier, if he weren't stripped off his devotion .

" I.. wished you didn't have to lose yourself in this gamble of life and death, because of me. I wish you didn't have to lose him," Her rueful words paired with her expression of gloom , and her dark greens conveyed even more chagrin than her words, for the day she was born. Perhaps she was the root of all things going grim, perhaps it was better to disappear.

He was perhaps, sardonic in this situation but Shadowheart wasn't going to falter before the attitude of the Shadar Kai.

" That's quite the welcoming offer from someone who's bound to appear themselves as cold," The priestess quipped, as she got closer peering at Erris, " But before I take a seat on such a divine spot, I have to be sure I'm offered a proper throne, and one more fitting of a queen - not a princess. "

She peered back at him with her darkened greens - averting satisfactory look from the ruins of the moon witch's church at her feet. Shadowheart was the type of woman that could take a sailor away from the sea, or in this case - a Shadar Kai away from his Raven Queen. Bhaal however was a name much bigger than a church, more grandeur than a forlorn bone temple .

With sacrifice towards his father interwoven in his being , he had to denounce himself from his incestious bloodline , and become more of a dangerous weapon . She leaned to grasp the handle of her dagger, tossing it between her fingers , before making a small cut on her wrist.

" I wouldn't want you to destroy yourself , because I shall lose you then. Being devoted to me is plenty enough, and strong devotion is only proven through ultimate sacrifice, " The priestess replied knowingly,

" I shall require of you to destroy your faith in others, and swear your vows in blood to me . "

Send 👀 to know if my muse finds yours attractive! // @corvus-bound

The drow rolled her red eyes, this was a foolish game really. Lip curled in disgust at the idea of admitting she found him remotely attractive. Even though she was not going to actually say it.

------- Do you really want an answer, darthiir?

A groan came from her, to rattle in his skull.

The dedication with which Shadowheart watered her plants , she put it nowhere else , that was her reprieve and happy place. That, and the hidden spot at the alcove inside the House of Grief.

The interruption , wasn't something she've invited in, but she couldn't seem to prevent a visitor in her tent, these days, could she? It's either Scratch waking her up in the middle of the night, or Branoc. Or, well - him.

'' Hm, is that a feeble attempt to appease me after ruining my undergarments?, '' She inquired, yet she had to suppress a laughter. The feathery familiar looked ridiculously proud , and fascinating in his looks,

" And where did you manage to find a millinery , right in the middle of nowhere? ", She curiously pondered out loud.