#notyetfixed

@notyetfixed asked: Ever since I met you, no one else has been worth thinking about. // to Caleb from molly before his first death?

Caleb didn't know how to take those words. He had done so much to remove the polish of his old life, to make himself as far from remarkable as possible and yet the tiefling still had seen something in him.

Dorian was too busy reading the latest book that he had found in the marketplace that day. It was a fascinating read, and ever he the scholar to be lost in lost knowledge. This was going to be the perfect end to his day. To retire to his room, to spend most of the evening reading and committing information to memory and then memory into skill.

It had him all giddy and pepped with each step down the hall. He was just about to leave the expansive library of his Master's tower, only to feel cold arms around his chest, and then the ground underneath him. Caught off guard, Dorian blinked in confusion, his book tossed somewhere in the distance, having toppled over another pile of books. Well. Fuck. That was going to take forever to sift through for his book.

Turning his head over his shoulder to look up to the lich as he towered over him, there is a soft and embarrassed blush that covers his cheeks. "Yes. Huzzah. You've caught me. Am I going to be the next pet serving you wine?" It was all a teasing manner as he finds himself holding his weight up and onto his elbows, head held in his right hand.

Don't get him wrong, Dorian was quite amused with this sudden contact and 'game' they were playing. "Or is there a different prize to be won after knocking over your tower of books and mine?"

It wasn't even that the behavior wasn't common for the lich even in sobriety, but perhaps the alcohol had simply thrown him into the hunger for chaos a bit sooner than he typically would have acted. It would process from his glamor soon enough, but he would have no regret for his actions, that much he was certain of.

"That depends," he answered, looking down at Dorian with a smirk. "Is there a prize to be had?" He didn't care about the damned books. They were the last thing on his mind.

His head tipped down and Tareque whispered in his ear, a velvet-like suaveness in his voice. At least he hoped. "Or is it a prize that I have to claim myself?" In his own way, it was a manner of asking consent for any actions he might offer next. A simple thing, but it kept him grounded to the basic expected courtesies of mortal behavior.

Colette really didn’t keep track of her partner half the time. She knew that he could take care of himself, and if he couldn’t, well, then he would ask for her or send sort of signal that something wasn’t right. Today, though, he was quiet. That had her curious. Regardless, she let her curiosity lie and waited until she heard from him. When she found he had returned from whatever excursion he had taken to, she heard his arrival back and made her way to his study. Seeing him lounged about with the frozen vegetables on his lap, she is quite curious. Slowly, the woman made her way to him and sat before him on the floor on her knees so that she could lean in and place a kiss against his temple. “Some of the staff said you looked quite miserable upon your return home. I just came to check on you. That’s all…” she purred softly. “Did you get into a scuffle and someone took a dirty shot? I’m surprised since you bought that lovely bejeweled little cup not so long ago.” A playful smirk.

“The help find much to chatter about.” Astarion had the faintest inclination as to whom. Claudius, the chamberlain. The man followed him nearly everywhere keeping tabs on his well being and that of the palace. He did wish the man knew how to better hold his tongue, but good aid was so wretchedly hard to find these days. At least ones not prone to stabbing either of them in the back.

“Ha!” A small flinch when the movement jostled his sack. Still tender. “And not have a corpse brought back in turn? You don’t know me at all. Nobody would be given the chance.” Confident by far in his own abilities to sidestep any would be rabble rouser’s attempt on his person. “The cup was a measure against you and you alone.” His finger tapped her forehead. “I allowed myself the pain.”

"I am quite able hold on until the next time we cross some bandits or other ne'er-do-wells who won't be missed, thank you." Astarion replied to the kind offer with a confidence that, unfortunately for the elf, crumbled quickly under scrutiny.

Of course he'd gone for longer without feeding, he'd certainly sustained himself on less satisfying creatures, but he wasn't fighting then. He had no idea where his next meal would come from.

Those were no small words, but they held a truth in them that still was as strong as ever. The Hobbit looked up at the mage his expression changing from complacent to understanding, His mother had said something along those lines at one point in time, which was why Bilbo understood them all the more better.

send ‘❤' + a url & i’ll write positivity / what i think abt them. it can be yours or SOMEONE ELSE !

Both of these individuals are in starting phases of interactions with me, so here we go!

@oathfcrged

I enjoy the amount of work gone into Aksel's backstory. The fact that his father used him as a sacrificial lamb is very delicious and makes one wonder what happened with his father (might need to dig on that). I also enjoy reading her interactions with @oathwilled when I get the chance. They have a very good word flow together, complimenting each other's writing styles very well. I haven't gotten to interact much with her OOC, but she seem to be friendly from what I've seen!

@notyetfixed

With each passing moment, the sounds he made in his sleep turned more and more feral, bear-like growls rising as he makes small cries against whatever was happening in his dreams. It would not be safe for Nox here shortly, and yet ... she doesn't depart from him, doesn't leave him to his devices...

And it might just doom her.

Waking with a roar, Halsin's eyes are aglow as magic is pulled from the ground, engulfing him and exploding with a small amount of force... and in his place is a full grown bear, shredding the bed beneath him as it bellows. For a terrifying moment, he doesn't seem to recognize Nox, staring at her with his lips drawn over his teeth ...