#faithbled

KISS & TELL. ( ACCEPTING )

Your lips were claimed without warning, and your gasp was abrupted and swallowed up by the other's mouth. Your lips were familiar with the act, but not with a stranger. It's a dance that you've found alluring. ( Yet you want to consume and devour. To sink teeth into supple flesh and be greeted with a soft flow of blood. ) But there's hesitation in your actions or there was until you suddenly felt the fire of your desire. So you kiss, and you kiss, and you drag your teeth over his bottom lip.

" so, once we reach the next town, i suggest we indulge ourselves. mm? spend a little gold, get a few inn rooms, have a hot bath... not that i'm saying anything against the humble pleasure of a lake, but... i do miss feeling warm and relaxed after a bath! and as.tarion believes the next town is famous for their flower harvests, so we might be in luck with some nice soaps-- "

kindreth's presence is one that brings a resounding solidity to things. the simple wish to help others, the kindness he shares so willingly with the rest of the party, and his refusal to bow down in the face of their (as of late) entirely unfavorable odds. things may change. the party, certainly, will not emerge from their journey unchanged. but if any of the gods are kind enough to heed her awkward prayers, she hopes they grant him the strength to survive the coming days with his soul intact. and if they don't listen, then she hopes, at least, a few days rest and relaxation amidst flowers and feasts and festivals should surely rejuvenate him.

( blood, blood, gallons of the stuff! || accepting! )

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　　　a pitiful, agitated little whine rumbles from the tiefling's throat as they squirm and pull their head away from wherever the washcloth tries to touch. there's no rhyme nor reason to why they're resisting, because honestly, they'd like the blood to be off of them as quick as possible! sitting still for preening, however, seems to be relatively low on their list of 'things they even remotely like doing.'

　　　ozus jerks their head away from the wash cloth and makes a face at it, nose wrinkled and lips pulled into a frown. ❝ are you finished yet? ❞ he had barely even started!

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( yellowjackets. || accepting! )

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　　　a beat passes, and then another. ozus finds themselves blinking in surprise at the half-drow. ❝ are you... extorting me? ❞ perhaps not entirely the right word for it, given the threat isn't really there, but it works either way. ozus laughs in disbelief. they would have done the same, really, but that it would be directed toward themselves instead!

　　　❝ ... no? no, no, no listen. ❞ they twist their wrists and slowly let their palms lower. ❝ you and i are like a team, aren't we? we want the same things, more or less. so can't we just work together without the coin? ❞ a hand places itself over their heart. they'd try their hand at persuasion, then, charismatic as they are. ❝ i'd be happy to help you, if you're interested in helping me. free of charge, on both sides! ❞

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