#nightorne

                        the tiefling sits cross-legged beside the campfire, its flickering light painting her in a glow of molten gold, dancing along the curves of her cheeks and catching the cerulean tone of her skin as she pores over her newest treasure. a book rests open upon her lap, its cover dramatic in its display of an orcish man, all dark hair and stormy eyes, sweeping a pale, long-haired maiden into his arms as though fate itself orchestrated their romance. it is perfect, and quite possibly, the greatest thing she's ever read.

and to think, it had come from such an unassuming little bookshop, or at least, it seemed so ... until one slip past the velvet curtain and the true heart of the place is discovered, brimming with stories far more interesting than any shelf dare suggest. now, with only one unfortunate companion left awake, jester reads aloud with upmost enthusiasm — pausing for dramatic effect, little gasps and delighted hums. ❝ what do you mean, what's that supposed to mean? ❞ her head snaps up at once to shadowheart, eyes wide with one hand flying to her chest.

❝ it means he loves her, obviously! shadowheart, it's a love story. that's, like ... the whole point. they're going to fall super in love, you'll see. ❞ then, she groans and begins rifling back through the pages to begin chapter anew. ❝ you haven't been listening at all, have you? okay, wait, this part is really, really important.   ❞ cleric straightens, clearing her throat with all the ceremony of a grand performer ... only to falter midway, her curiosity ever irrepressible.

positivity meme ~ @nightorne

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@nightorne : and what are you going to do about it?

IT IS NOT A FULL CHALLENGE ; BUT THE EDGE OF IT ECHOES ALL THE SAME! what will you do now, hero ... such is the question she has come to many-a-times upon her never-ending journey. always, there are those who wish to put an end to her step, always there are those impossible odds to face. &. ever, does she forge ahead.

nor is she the only one in this party who has experienced much, &. more ; each of them have their own story to tell, each of them have their own reason to push forward ... even when at times like these, solutions to such troubles faced, can differ. but the balance radiates ; the existence of both light &. dark within. ( now, once more, hero, the balance of being both is required. ) ... for one moment, ethereal golds look forward to the path, where challenge awaits. ❝ i do not know for certain, ❞ the truth spills first, no point in denying that. for she realizes she is in an unknown territory, &. none of them truly yet know what waits ahead.

❝ you've dreamed about submisson? ❞ maleficent slurped the words, uncarefully, as her stare was as hard as the stones around them. shar's temple had the smell of things the immortal detested, hated with all her existance; blidness, the way people became so... easilly pursued by their whims and wishes and oh, she wanted to be gone as soon as possible. but the one next to her was too interesting to let go. a walking enigma that called upon the ancient fires of her heart, the stirring magic of her very core. with a flick of her hand a teapot flew from the tent behind them, serving them with hot beverages. lilacs, sugar, tangerines. it was what could be set up considering the place they decided to camp at. well. they decided; maleficent was only passing by, watching heroes with her ravens on the treetops above, waiting for a chance to be known.

𓆩 ♔ 𓆪 @nightorne ( 𝒅𝒓. 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔 ) . . . fight club prompts ↳ accepting

as if he were an animal at market, a stark-white hand, gloved and acrid to the taste, invades his mouth to check the state of his teeth. already she's measured him for all the other monikers of peak physical health: his unstuttering albeit agitated pulse; his capacity to huff deep indignation like a bull; the pasture-grown chords that held up his unusually prolific frame; the bronzed clarity of his skin, wheat-like fullness of his hair. in the cybernetic age, he was a specimen of man unseen by the corporate plagues. plucked and shipped like a relic from a bygone era and thought impossible to design outside the hands of machinery. quite the opposite, he'd only been made possible by the fortune of being born in buyan — the only place on earth ( as far he knew ) that had ( to a recent point ) managed to live secluded from their reaches.

just come in when you get here. door's unlocked. he'd sent her the text about an hour prior, and promptly started working. slicing fish was a precise skill, especially when it came to sushi. some of it to be laid on top of masterfully formed rice in the form of nigiri, some of it to be rolled into a more traditional maki roll and some of it left as sashimi (one of his favorite ways to eat fish). he'd sliced cucumbers too, some to put in the maki rolls but the others were masterfully carved and marinating to make sunomono.

HIT MY LINE / Accepting

pets  were  said  to  resemble  their  owners,  and  behind  grey  wind's  apparent  innocent  behaviour  laid  hidden  a  sharp,  deliberate  cunning  the  Stark  thinks  few  of  its  kind  can  rival.  turning  every  so  called  "battle"  against  him  into  a  losing  game  since,  one  way  or  another,  the  animal  came  out  victorious  and  got  exactly  what  he  wanted.  never  again,  he  would  say,  yet  the  result  always  repeated  itself.  that  time  in  the  form  of  a  small  piece  of  meat  fed  under  the  table.

[  TXT ] :  oh, so now you memorize every single thing I've ever said? [  TXT ] :  I'll have to be careful around you then

a  notion  that,  far  from  bothering  him,  he actually found amusing,  painting  a  smirk  on  his  lips  as  he  stares  at  the  screen  and  continues  replying to her message.

[  TXT ] :  but really, can you blame me? [  TXT ] :  you should have seen the way he looked at me! no one can resist that