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Such a long absence. Such a great distance. More than he was usually able to bear when it came to his personal but secret queen he could only ever admire from afar within a room full of people. Daemon usually never hold back with his temper or feelings. He usually never was ashamed to speak truths others weren’t ready to hear, but his love for her went deeper than what he used to know and therefore respecting her and shielding her from consequences of their acting was more important than his own ego, which was a weird thing to admit for the prince.

Seeing her today didn’t feel good alone surprisingly, instead it brought a kind of pain over him that reminded him of the torture he went through during his absence. A pain he normally tried to hide and wouldn’t show to anyone, but now was written all over his face when he stood alone in his chambers. Daemon froze as soon as the door had closed and for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to visit his queen that night on his own, so it needed to be her to come see him if she really wanted it. Of course there was a part of him that hoped for it, but that didn’t change the fact that he was unsure if she would really seek for him until he noticed that delicate voice and her warm arms that slipped so gently around his waist.

His hands wandered along her arms with a relieved smile on his lips. His queen came to hold him. To feel him. To need him and there was nothing else more important in this world, was it? “Your grace.” he whispered as his hands took hers to open her embrace and turn around, blue eyes staring down at her darker ones before he raised her hands to kiss the back of them. “My grace.” His sleeping robe hung loosely over his shoulders and it was easy to place her flat fingers on his chest to make him feel her touch so close to his heart he now noticed pumping against his rib case. Usually he could never feel himself like that but with her it always felt like fire awakened him.

fable tries to hold back a grin, but it's a fruitless endeavor when astarion's tone tugs at the corners of her lips. there's something about their wit and irony that comes with an effortless tendency to make her smile –– even when she least expects to. ❝ oh, yes, of course! mhm –– that's all you, sweetheart, ❞ she teases without any bite. ❝ always found with a sunny-side up smile, and high hopes for the best outcome. ❞ they walk alongside one another on the mountain path up towards baldur's gate, soaking in the precious sun after being cloistered within the shadows of the underdark for far too long. if there's anyone fable knows appreciates the warmth the way she does, it's the pale elf beside her. and the conversation, however light, serves as a welcome distraction from the anxiety that mounts with every step towards the city. soon, she'll see her family again –– whatever remains of them...

fable glances over at astarion, nudging her shoulder gently against his. ❝ positive number one? we can sleep on real beds for the first time since this all began. just think about it: beaded pillows and nice rugs and those gauzy curtain things you told me about? the ones that you hang around the bed? ❞ she keeps going, listing the amenities the city has to offer, if only to see him smile. ❝ and if all else fails... at least we're all still together. that's one positive I know I'm thankful for. ❞ reaching between them, fable gives his hand a squeeze. ❝ at least there's that. ❞

@emfyred asked: "i'm scared of ending up alone." from gale ( LOST MEME )

⧼ ☾✦ ⸻ his voice echoed inside her mind when he said those words, a sigh from her nose was her reply, as she sat next to the wizard. a silence that wasn't awkward overcame the two of them. she had a lot to say to him, but so little at the same time. ❝ you know, my first love was murdered. ❞ she confessed. ❝ ⸻ he left behind me and our two unborn children who were still growing my womb at the time. that fear you have i understand it. ❞ she looked up to the stars that twinkled in the sky.

It was... Interesting to watch the pale elf create little chaos here and there. Eivor knows their companions disapprove, but what would it hurt to have a little chaos here and there? Their god, Odin, approves, so why not? A moment passes before they watch a stranger try to escape the chaos - the prime subject to their chaos. Without a moment of hesitance, they threw an axe at their leg, watching the person fall over from impact. Content, they approach and finally put an end to the person with a swift kick down upon their head. Such things would usually cause the wolf-kissed to grimace at the thought, but not this time. ❝That was fun... Perhaps we should go on a raid later, eh? It'd prove more... Interesting.❞

the succubus’ most recent job was simple enough, they fold the way they always seem to. so many “great” and powerful men, feared and / or respected by hundreds, sometimes thousands, and they are bested by their own insatiable desires every time — so very predictable. nepharia has killed many men, some she didn’t think deserved it, and some : well, some, she thoroughly enjoyed toying with, feeling their life - force being drained for her own sustenance, for her own savage hunger. this recent job was one of the latter. a well - respected nobleman with great magical powers, powers that couldn’t save him from neph’s temptation. it didn’t take a lot of snooping around to learn he was hiding nasty secrets, secrets of sexual abuse and objectification and murder. sometimes, learning that her targets deserve her as their fate clears her conscience, whatever might still be left of it. and every once in a while, some poor soul will come try to avenge their beloved fallen leader, but they are never any match to the power bestowed upon a freshly fed succubus with magic passed down from her patron.

this, however, is the first time a knight of the female persuasion came for vengeance. it catches her off guard, as men are more likely to fall under her charm spell. this woman must have tracked her down here to the run - down and abandoned stone building at the outskirts of the kingdom she’s currently inhabiting, the very same kingdom she made her most recent kill. nepharia is completely nude, save for the sheer, black robe adorning grey, pale flesh. it’s quite an extravagant robe, soft ruffles at the ends of the sleeves with a long train in the back, dragging against the dirty, stone floor of the decrepit building. she’s still in her usual tiefling form, though that’s likely to change soon. red candles are lighting the area, a plush bedroll set up in the corner with a lot of pillows. the knight is interrupting nepharia’s nighttime routine.

𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀, 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇, 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 for the princess. while not having attended her personally, as she has been in princess rhaenyra’s service since she was sixteen, elinda knew of helaena’s hardships. she had heard her dear sister speak of them from time to time, always with a sense of distaste in her mouth or worry. elinda feels similar, she wishes she could make helaena feel better. but, what could she do ? she is but a noble lady, unmarried, with limited experiences. perhaps she has something that others do not, a compassionate heart which is something she believes herself & the princess helaena might share.

@emfyredarchived said, " EVERYTHING COMES SO EASY FOR YOU. "