#loviatan

loviatar linocut patches🩸⛓️🪢 this linocut is based on stephanie pui-mun law’s illustration of loviatar’s symbol in faiths and pantheons (2002).

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒.

VHAAL'KRIN CANINES PEEK THROUGH HIS CROOKED SMILE, unapologetically amused as he sheds the pretense of coyness; there was seldom a time when it was needed around Nahris. This was one of the things he enjoyed the most about her—she was clever enough to see through his masks, unlike the others, but indifferent enough not to pass judgment. The drow chuckles; dry, but genuine, shaking his head in a way that made his high ponytail swing. "You do hear how that sounds like you're going to murder me, yes?" It's rhetorical, and given her propensity towards finding joy in torture, you can't blame a guy for being a little suspicious.

He's still going to show up, of course.

Curiosity has always far superseded caution when it came down to decision-making; he's a drow after all. Death is inevitable, but boredom is not; fun ought to be actively, relentlessly pursued, as far as he's concerned, and Nahris has yet to disappoint him. Even her problems are interesting.

"Very well," Vhaal'krin concedes with a shrug, pushing himself off the wall with the heel of his boots; he doesn't ask, as the request alone seems to imply some level of urgency, or at the very least, need for privacy. "I'll come find you, Mistress. Do try to surprise me, yes? Things have been rather dull around here."

He waves off her idle attempts at chatter with his clawed hand, as if dismissing a particularly nagging fly.

"I don't know what that is," he will admit to this much—an aberration of some kind, if he were to guess. "But as far as I can tell you have none... and therefore no stake in this conversation. Move along now," another wave of his hand. Mortals are particular obsessed with this appendage it seems—he will take note.

Send “✌️” for two words my muse would describe yours as.

❝ mmm ? ❞ he purrs , fingers neatly fucked under the jut of his chin as he leans into her , sluggish eyes and a playful smile on his lips . that's one way to grab his attention .

›   𝑼𝑵𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑫 ╱ always accepting.

@loviatan requested an honest answer.

HIS FANGS FLASHED LIKE POLISHED IVORY. It was an impish little grin. He was caught, and whatever anxiety he may have felt about it was swallowed down to play the game. Placing a mock-offended hand over his unbeating heart, Astarion's head cocked back and a high laugh rocked his body.