The Fuzzy Bunnies || X

:// We’re headed into a Big arc, so I decided to create a piece and a playlist for our group ;v;/

Vash, the half-orc fighter

Madeline, the half-unicorn sorcerer ( @divinesouled​ )

Dema, the half-gorgon rogue ( @serpentish​ )

Armir, the abyssal tiefling warlock ( @hexquiisite​ )

Cyril, the aasimar blood hunter

                  her eyes are already pressed tight - nose scrunched in an overly anticipated manner. it creates a childish mockery of someone who has just tasted something sour, held tight and accentuated with a soft squeak as metal pierces through the skin of a horse - like ear. a beat, only a fraction of a second. she thought it would take longer, hurt more. expression fades, relaxes :  a simple smile and curiously batting eyes drawing her back into focus.

                      “ was that it? i - oh. i barely felt it. “ an excitable flick of her tail, hands instinctively moving up before hesitating. don’t touch. instead, she gathers the small mirror from her lap, angling it and tilting her head to reveal the jewelry that now existed as part of her. “ oh - i love it! it is so … “ she pauses, giving a brief, giggle infested shake to her head. “ dangly. and shiny, and pretty, and - “ whatever lingering sting remains is smothered by the thrill, petite form half - trembling from the joy of it.  “ i just love it very much. do i get to have the other side, too? “

     the tiefling could only watch with a smile, half endeared and half delighted he had done the deed well, confirmed and encouraged more so at her statement- barely felt it? he’s improved! due to his satisfaction at himself for a job well done, molly would have missed his client’s hand reaching up to touch the newly placed stud in her ear; needles to say, he is quite relieved that she managed to strop herself.

     “well, would you like the other side done as well?” mollymauk asks, his lips ever curved into a smile. “it would only take a moment, same pain or lack thereof, to only accentuate your natural beauty.”

       “Helen...” There’s the tilt of her chin, an eye turned toward her, before she gestures with the point of her chin toward the stranger. “I do believe, she just greeted me.”

For any other person, waking up with in a comfortable space wasn’t very strange. 

Ever since he’d escaped, Caleb had had much too many close calls. Too many days without food or water, too many times almost beaten to death by whatever felt like harassing him that day. But his body was stubborn. and by now, he’d learned to live with it. And somewhere, he knew he deserved it.

This time, he hadn’t even had enough silver for a room in the middle of winter. A tucked away corner in a remote part of town had become his sleeping place for the night instead. Despite that, it was still freezing cold. So when he slipped into unconsciousness shaking furiously under his coat, he had no idea whether it was the exhaustion or the cold that was guiding him.

That’s why for him, the comfortable manner in which he woke up was more concerning than pleasant. He quickly rose, frantically looking around before his eyes landed on the other person in the room. A tiefling, with her back turned to him.

IT FEELS GOOD TO STRETCH HIS WINGS,  the seclusion of his perch at the throat of the world necessary though terribly binding for a dovah.   trapped and imprisoned, despite having agreed to it,  paarthurnax often found his past resentment for mankind burrowing beneath his flesh because of it and more so than not it was far more painful to remove it than to allow it to remain.    the old one had assumed, as long as he stays hidden and away from all whom speak, he could get away with a fly over skyrim.

               “  or you could. i don’t wanna rob you the joy of climbing a good tree.  ”

          if reggie knew where he was right now , he’d probably be toast.  he told him half an hour prior that he was heading into town to pick up one thing and he’d be back , but now delsin’s spent twenty minutes in line for some ice cream.  there’s a few people ahead of him , now , and his order’s already been taken so that it can be ready when he reaches the register ; but that impatience in his body is rising in the form of fingertips idly tapping against arms in their crossed position.

          he pulls through , though , and digs his wallet from back pocket and whips out a few dollars - but it’s what happens after that switches everything up.  there’s a smaller girl situating her own purchases , and instead of waiting on her to get a spoon and move along - delsin reaches over to grab at one , too , and the contact their hands make sends his mind into a flurry of memories that aren’t his.  eyes squeeze shut for a minute , and he retrieves his spoon ( luckily ) while hand jerks away , but then his vision settles on her awkwardly.