#faeruninked

“Please tell me I don’t look as bad as I feel.” (cedric, he a cry baby)

Head tilts rather curiously, crimson gaze flickering over Cedric as though mulling over just what she should tell them.

"Well, you've looked worse since we've met, so not terrible entirely."

Staying the night prompts || @faeruninked

@faeruninked : don't make me laugh, damn it. (shadowheart) / as said by garrus vakarian.

joy is such a contagious thing. blossoming between bells of laughter, light and lacking the weight of the world. between the crackling of their fire sits this moment of merriment made between the daunting tasks that they'll have to face come morning. a bit of respite where he can at least momentarily- if even for a few seconds- put aside the growing storm in his chest and the pressing issue of their unwanted cerebral companions. ( a train of thought that he would rather not dwell on lest his smile go sour. )

assassin’s creed: mirage

she barks a laugh and doesn’t care that it draws the camp’s attention. thankfully, the beast of burden that she’s unsaddling doesn’t react. fingers continuing to work the straps, she tosses over a shoulder, “ i think i’d rather face a pack of starving wolves with my arms tied. ”

and oh, the stories she could share! vallaki is a prime example; look what the pride of its burgomaster caused. “ or a dragon, ” she adds with a thoughtful hum. “ i think i could take on a dragon. ”

assassin’s creed: mirage

“ it doesn’t ? ” they aren’t trying to be smart, even if the urge bubbles up. so little is known of shadowheart that they leap upon the chance to pull back the veil, hoping for a shard of information. unfortunately for @faeruninked, it means that the dawnbringer’s attention has refocused. 

the blades of grass are unfortunate, too. florence picks at them while thinking. “ i’m not sure what it means to me, ” they admit this with a dismissive shrug, twisting the grass together, “ but i know it means. . . something. bittersweet, i think. ”

or rage. it could mean that, too.

“So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but… I’m kinda bleeding. A lot.” (gale)

"I um - I can see that, yes." Dark brows arch up in surprise at the display before them, huff of a breath escaping their chest as though trying to expel out the shock that spiked.

"It seems like a good head wound - I'm not exactly a healer, but I do know head wounds tend to bleed quite a bit, even the minor ones. Here, come sit down - I can take a look at it."

❛ what are you doing? unhand me this instant! ❜ (starion)

". . Nah, I don't think I will."

A strong arm carries the spawn with ease over her shoulder, a heavy breath escaping from deep within the genasi's chest. "Not until you calm the fuck down."

"Are you alright, Shadowheart? You seem...pensive."

Wyll knew that was an understatement. But he'd learned to study her gestures, read enough about the things she was willing to give away that suggested there were times when she was genuinely in distress.