#demonswcb

The night is young, the darkness just starting to settle in. The party was quick to complete chores, yearning to rest after a violent, bloody day. With each step they take towards confronting Orin and her horrible allies, the more enemies they seem to make. Some of the more weary, such as Shadowheart who spent most of her energy healing injuries have decided to go to bed early. Vhaal'krin seems to be doing the opposite of rest, wandering camp, talking to their companions. He isn't the first person Vhaal'krin talks to but he is the only one the drow has lingered by.

❛[ UNPROMPTED ASKS ≻ always accepting

VHAAL'KRIN SAID :         ❛ we are all haunted in some way, by the things we have lost or the things we have done. ❜

" mmm , this entire group is a haunted bunch indeed . everyone here has a skeleton or two in their closet ... regardless of their denial . " of all the terrible things that could occur , miz had dreaded the possibility of @demonswcb approaching her , especially when the rest of the party slumbered . and where does that show her priorities , that a conversation with another drow would be more dreadful than ceremorphosis or becoming a thrall ? nowhere to go , no excuse to slip away , so she ought to face him and act the fool , yes ? he was ordered to investigate minthara's disappearance , nothing more .

a random thought my muse has about yours.

you’re staring. stop staring, or you’ll make it worse. hells, i’d never hear the end of it. pitching my tent at the edge of camp and surrounding it with lathander’s blinding splendor wouldn’t save me from @demonswcb’s crowing. what a terrible end. . .

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The mistake he's made isn't that he insulted her. Oh no. That's part of their banter, their foreplay. No, it's how he's jabbed at her that causes her mood to take a sour twinge.

You poor thing.

And of course there's the other p-word; pity. She is not a creature to be pitied nor talked down to in such a way. Vhaal has indeed struck the wrong nerve.

Yet he hovers above her, smug grin on gorgeous porcelain features, as if he's done no wrong. That changes though when Ithaca wraps her legs around his waist and uses what bit of strength and dexterity she has to reverse their positions. Now she straddles his waist, hands resting on his shoulders.

The smile she wears is saccharine and playful. Fake to a certain degree. Down she leans to press ankiss on his jaw before her mouth lingers at his ear. "You think you're better than me? The only reason you have any charm is because of this pretty face of yours." She murmurs. "But would you be as alluring without it? We could see how charming you are if I flay the flesh from your head. Perhaps if I wear your skin like a mask I could be half as charming as you, hm?"

With that quip she lightly licks from his ear almost right down to his chin then leans up to look at him face to face. "But then that would be the real pity of it, right? No one else would like you then, yet I would. I like you no matter what. Even when you deserve to have your tongue cut from your skull."

“ of course. and what a delicious red they are, truly a feast for the eyes, ” it was unavoidable, irrepressible, the way his gaze flitted about the other's wine-flushed features as if searching for a weak point. he wasn't quite ravenous, but there was an undeniable itch in need of scratching as he chased the bloody blush from his cheeks and down the line of his throat, lingering upon the jugular vein. what manner of conversation prior was lost to him, distracted as he is.

dahlya snickers, she isn't dumb, she does not underestimate anyone in their little traveling party, her memories might have been taken from her, but the slow calculating nature she guides herself with has been ever so present. "my, if you are looking to be reassuring i would suggest you try again..." it's a tease, like the rest of her. pushing limits, seeing where it all eventually leads. she only turns her gaze to him now, and her head tilts slowly. sizing him up almost. "-if it's meant to be a threat, then, by all means...color me interested." it's fun, she settles. considers this conversation to lead somewhere entertaining. wonders then, what vhaal would do to hurt her (that is, assuming she ever gives him the chance to in the first place)

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