#refabled

@refabled: "i’m sorry. i wish i could do more to help." ⟶ accepting prompts! (high fantasy, mature themes, dark)

The aasimar sat by the water's edge, exhausted by the what seemed to be an endless journey. The soft lapping of waves offered a brief reprieve as he gazed off toward it. It wasn't long before the brief acquaintance of a red-headed woman, approached his side. Her presence filled his senses with the fresh scent of dough and baked bread. He found it an endearing sight to see the faint dusting of flour littering her attire and just the tip of her nose. Grateful, he turned to acknowledge her, a weary half-smile claiming his lips.

"I'm sorry. I wish I could do more to help," she offered sincerely, extending a fresh, bread roll toward him.

He accepted it with gratitude, the warmth of the bread comforting against the chill of dusk settling in. It wasn't until she was near enough that her sole pale blue eye caught his attention, a unique hue that sparked his curiosity. Daemon thanked with a silent nod, his expression sincere. Teeth tearing into the baked good, his mouth salivated and welcomed the taste like he hadn't ate in days.

Had it been?

Feeling a tinge of guilt for receiving without giving, he confessed, "I feel like an arse for not being able to offer something in return." A faux desire to reciprocate flickered in his heterochromatic eyes. It wasn't often that he was given kindness along the road. "Is there anything you need, anything I can do for you?" he inquired, secretly hoping she would dismiss the offer, allowing him to rest a while longer in the company of someone unexpectedly generous.

"Lolth, I despise the sun." It is an unual gripe, considering that the rest of the camp has slowly yawned to life over the past half-hour, and he has been awake since the moment it had crested the horizon. Shi'ndra is not a morning person, and it shows in how he huddles over the warmth of his cup with a sneer. "Pointless, useless bastard of a thing."

@refabled liked for a small starter. not accepting.

she normally wasn't. she hadn't been in her past life. but there's this ... sense of rediscovering herself lately, of who she was if she wasn't bhaal's chosen that lead her to believe that she could be gentle. perhaps not always, seeing as she was still a fan of killing the right people, but maybe in the quiet moments between her and the people she loved.

@refabled : "I can't stop thinking about you." (everything else was way too bold for her)

"How delightful." THERE'S THE BAREST HINT OF CURIOSITY BEHIND THE BRAVADO , a slight tilt of a sharp face as Astarion scrutinizes the other for a moment. In his experience , being on someone's mind had hardly ever ended well for him but he couldn't say that in this situation , that he was all that afraid.

@refabled inquired: ❛  stay? i just ... don't want to be alone right now.  ❜ / grump x sunshine

She doesn't really need to ask twice; he just dips his chin, easing back to lean against the curved rock behind him. " Aye, " and the word comes on an exhale, agreeable enough and a little heavy with the late hour.

Sometimes, Eve was incredibly grateful that there was someone here who was just as close to nature as she was. She felt like Fable understood that on a much larger level though, as the DRUID part of Eve's past tugged at her every time she was near her, or saw how she was with the creatures that they ran into. Now was no different, as she approached, smiling at Fable and the owlbear cub.

❝He's even fonder of you it seems,❞ Eve told her with a smile, reaching out her hand and smiling when he came over to nip some food out of her hand affectionately. He liked her too, but Eve could tell it wasn't the same. ❝Where did you learn the magic touch like that?❞