#kviri

“When my time comes around     Lay me gently in the cold dark earth        No grave can hold my body down           I'll crawl home to her”

You guys were saying you hoped we’d share our Pathfinder game with you? VERY WELL THEN

This was what unfolded this past Sunday night, and I don’t think the results will disappoint. Our game consists of:

Longtime friends, cranky “Chosen One” gnome oracle Seth Fuzlae (YOURS TRULY) and pragmatic piece of shit lesbian centaur gunslinger cowgirl Kitty McCrae (@docholligay)

Unimpressed co-workers and circus folk, level-headed human rogue Calcedony Larkspur (@frozencapybara) and quietly scheming halfling ranger Eren Coralberry (@kviri)

Petunia Rogers: Warrior Princess (everyone’s favourite Jill), the human warrior with a noble heart and fiery loins

And Mike, our valiant GM who worked so very hard on this campaign that we derailed almost instantly (@thehubby)

“I'm just saying it's fine by me      If you never leave           And we can live like this forever                It's fine by me”

“When the world's not perfect      When the world's not kind          If we have each other then we'll both be fine                I will be your lover, and I'll hold your hand                      You should know I'll be there for you”

“Your arms feel more like home than any house ever did.” 

Morning light lazily streamed into the room from the nearby windows, filling the rather barren space with a warm glow. Little else was present in the room aside from a single large couch, on which the two women had slumbered for the night.

Sleepy eyes reluctantly drifted open, slowly adjusting to their newly illuminated surroundings. A soft groan urged at the back of Kvet’s throat, and she’d attempt a slight shift in her rather snuggled space against the couch’s back, only to discover a weight was comfortably rested upon her chest. Jade green eyes floated down, discovering a vibrant mess of emerald tresses, their owner still dozing away. The mender’s satin lips pursed together, suddenly going very still as she hoped not to stir the snoozing dancer. Over the past couple of weeks, the pair had developed a rather close bond. Miri’s invitation for Kvet to not only stay the night in her brand new home, but also to design and decorate it roused butterflies within the viera’s stomach. 

One hand lifted up, gingerly combing her fingertips through the wild mane around Miri’s head. She’d relax back in her place upon the couch, a smile tugging tenderly at one corner of her mouth. Rather than move, she opted to daydream with her gaze up towards the ceiling, enjoying the way the dancer’s form cuddled so closely to her own. 

She’d certainly enjoyed everywhere her travels had taken her thus far. But for the first time since she’d been here, this strange new place was starting to feel a little bit more like home. 

There were so many bubbles. 

Of course, this was quite intentional. Kvet had planned it all down to the very last detail. Once Miri came back from a long day at the adventurer’s guild, she’d walk into a room filled with a soothing scent of lavender. A few more steps into the quaint room and she’d quickly discover steam dancing atop the water that awaited her. 

Naturally, it didn’t stop there. As Miri further ventured in, the only light offered was that of candles littering all around the edge of the large tub and lining her path to get there. Flower petals were also sprinkled across the floor starting at the door, leading the Miqo’te all the way in before they were found floating atop the water’s surface. Two glasses and a bottle of wine were also precisely placed on the wooden ledge, finalizing the surprise. 

It had taken a moment for Miri to recover from her initial reaction, but Kvet slowly urged her into the comforting depths of the water. Now the viera sat behind her lover, nails gently massaging her scalp with her own homemade soaps. Once she’d thoroughly rinsed those vibrant locks, she’d dapple kisses down the shape of the dancer’s throat.

And thus they spent the night chatting away and relaxing over wine, dwelling happily among the warmth and each other’s company.