#crimesought

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[ TXT ] :  probably grab a condom

[ TXT ] :  why? should i grab one rn?? 

@crimesought said: ❛ this knife is laced with venom, any sudden movements and you’re dead. ❜ 

" You have to be the most pathetic example of an fiend I've seen on this plane so far."

Clearly, the big daemon isn't familiar with Tieflings. He smells a whiff of infernal nature, a disappointingly weak whiff, and it's enough for Kha'xanzyr to write them off altogether.

" There are no puppies or kittens or little old ladies for you to torment here imp, Be on your way."

Cassian is getting the wizard stamp too because he is a tiefling and Rolan is a tiefling too, and he can cast spells and is a wizard, thank you.

CONT. | @crimesought

The noble froze as the dagger’s cold tip pressed against the tender skin of his throat. He looked up at the tiefling like a doe caught in the hunter’s sights, his chest rising and falling with shallow, panicked breaths. Tears threatened to spill.

Oh, Sylverian Selemchant was a a perfect target for ransom. Everything about him spoke of wealth ; from the gem-encrusted robe with its scandalously high slit up his thigh to the shimmering golden jewelry that adorned his wrists, ears, and neck. Gaudy rich.

His carriage with the guards... it wasn’t far, but he didn’t dare call for help. Gods, why did he run after Princess on his own?? A grave mistake.

When the tiefling withdrew the dagger, Sylverian let out a choked gasp, his trembling hands clutching at his chest as he scuttled back.

“You — you vile, wretched devil!” He swallowed hard, his words rushing out in a shaky torrent. “D-Do you have any idea who I am?! My family will hunt you down, drag you before the courts, and see you hanged for this!”

return of the moop(???) // @crimesought

THEY’VE BOTH HAD just a little too much to drink, perhaps. Some bandits had decided to test their mettle against the pair, and Ras made the lucky discovery of some firewine in one of their packs after the dust had settled. Now that they’re set up for the night, the two of them have worked through most of the bottle; just enough remains to swill around thoughtfully as they talk about nothing in particular until they land on something interesting.

RAS IS ASKED where they might go, if they could go anywhere right now. The changeling thinks about this for a long while, and then lands on the woods next to the village where they grew up. The trees were so tall, and the flowers smelled so sweet, they remember. There was a faerie circle in there somewhere, if they had to make a guess. That might be fun to go find. It would be nice to go home and not be cast out again.

RAS ASKS THE same question of Cassian. There’s no place I’d rather be than by your side. Oh.