#powerfought

@powerfought sent: ❝ i lose a great deal of my charm when someone gets to know me better. ❞ // from zevlor to estelle!!

@powerfought ⁀➷ 𝑨𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒁𝒆𝒗𝒓𝒂𝒏 ❝From you, that’s practically a proposal of marriage.❞ —Amala

Her response to his polite offer of aid had perplexed him. Vigor tilts his head, tossing the idea around in his mind. He pauses before his brow knits and his lips flatten. Even if it was sarcasm, Amala had left him utterly mystified.

      ❝Can't I just be nice? Has no one ever been nice to you before?❞ Vigor asks gently, least his question seem rude. It takes him a moment to realise what he's saying— He has to be kind. He has to be the person he needed when no one else was there. And Vigor would gladly be that person for Amala, should she wish it.

She can't help it. Her nose wrinkles slightly at the hesitancy in Haru's tone, and a distinct storminess crosses Rakatak's face before she's able to get a hold of it. She takes a deep breath. Well aware that Haru isn't exactly a combat veteran - practically a conscientious objector, really, someone who would most likely be put to a sword held by a countryman rather than an enemy, the paladin presses her lips together and puts a hand to her hip.

"...when we make camp, you may explain to me what your magic provides you as a druid. I am not overly familiar with your type, as the Empire made much more thorough use of industry than the powers of nature, but that is no reason for me to go underinformed. Based on what I know of other druids, my people's legions having fought several bands of them, I was expecting things to affect the land. Clinging plants, obscuring fog, things to stymie and in some cases entirely halt the enemy's advance."

And turning into large, ornery animals, she adds internally. She certainly wouldn't say no to her advance being backed up by a bear or some similarly large and unpleasant beast. For now, though, she chews on the inside of her cheek, trying to think of what to do with a party member who is both colloquially and ideologically green.

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      𝐒𝘂𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝘁𝘁𝐞𝗿𝘆 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝘀 𝐧𝐨𝘁 𝐠𝐨 𝘂𝐧𝐧𝐨𝘁𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝗿 𝘁𝐡𝐞 𝘀𝐞𝐚𝐦𝘀𝘁𝗿𝐞𝘀𝘀.      The big, rosy smile that crept on her face was only more so telling of how much effect his show of gratitude had on her. Although the tiefling was dressed well already, Babette knew the people in the city hold much expectation when it came to one's attire. Years of sewing robes  &  garments for lords  &  ladies told her that much.

     ❝ Regardless, indeed. I just wanted to secure a place if the fame creeps up on you. Consider my humble service at your beck  &  call. Popular or not. I can already envision you in burgundy — no, emerald robes. Maybe midnight blue   ? ❞

Rolan did strike a perfect frame for robes. A tailor's dream, having a model with a straight-up stance like he seems to have. Gladly, she will take the opportunity to dress him up when the time comes.

@powerfought asked: [ lapfull ] // from rugan :) [ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

Maybe dragging the Zhent along with them was a bad idea, all things considered. Luna's actions before had gotten him into shit that she promptly got him back out of, but looking back... perhaps it was not the smartest decision to bring a criminal along. He was difficult and a grump at the best of times, paired with Luna's lingering guilt of getting him in trouble in the first place... somehow, it had brought them closer together, though it had not stopped them from regularly arguing about what brought them together in the first place.

Luna had been leaning over a map on the table, relaying the plan for the following days on their way to the city. Rugan had provided some helpful insight about the route, things to avoid, perhaps better paths to take, but even Luna could tell he was losing interest in their travel plans. A deep exhale from behind her, Luna did not look up from the map, not until a strong arm coiled around her waist and pulled her back into him hard, pulling her down onto Rugan's lap. She could not have resisted it if she tried, slumping into his lap with her arms hanging over his around her waist. Luna tried to shift and wiggle into a more comfortable position upon his lap, perhaps even try to still view the map from her now seated position, but Rugan's hold would not budge. In fact, it tightened, with his free hand spreading over her thigh, squeezing firmly.

His wandering hands escalated their exploration quickly, soon overwhelming Luna; a squeeze here, firm strokes of his fingers there, overwhelming her senses with him. Everything was him, surrounding her. His face buried into her neck, her curls worn loose over her shoulders, whilst his hands explored the cleric, pushing aside robes to feel more of her. Cheeks flushed as she realised how easily they could be stumbled upon by their companions, how this would look to anyone else...

❝    what  are  you  talking  about?        ❞   fireflies  dance  the  darkened  wilderness  encompassing  them  while  the  cool  breeze  brisks  across  their  faces.  he  takes  @powerfought  hand,  clasping  both  of  his  around  hers.  golden  orbs  meet  hers  with  reassuring  purpose,  as  if  thinking  of  nothing  else.

@powerfought asked: 「 INNER 」 : for sender to kiss along the inside of receivers thigh // from rugan , bc we deserve this

His lips were warm against her soft skin, the stubble of his jaw scratching against her inner thigh with each kiss. Firm hands held her legs apart for him to settle between them, smothering her exposed skin with kisses and light teasing nips that left little red marks in their wake. All this while Luna sat propped up above him on the edge of their bed for the night, her breathing hastening, hitching as his lips pressed to the more sensitive skin of her inner thigh, creeping ever closer to where she wanted Rugan the most. Her fingers reached for his head, tangling in his loosely tied back hair and trying to coax him closer, tightening her legs around his shoulders.

@powerfought asked: ❝ i don’t know that it was brave. i just know that it was right. ❞ // from daddy halsin <3