#rogueless

well,   yes.  astarion was   ...   a bit of a talker.  at least by the drow's standard's and his usual habit of silence.  but sol'rys,  perhaps wisely this time as he did indeed note some unease in the elf's mien,  held his tongue and crossed his arms over his chest instead.

what he was met with next was an odd reward and one that caught him by surprise.   “a   ...”  he frowned,  then considered what he knew of the creatures.  he looked at the elf again as if for the first time,  now taking note of his strange paleness (far more so than even most other elves who made their home beneath the wretched sun) and the predatory curve of his teeth (much too sharp). 

Gale was not particularly fond of getting wounded in battle — which was funny considering he was quite prone to it, whether he wanted to be or not. He could do his best to keep distance and simply use spells, but sometimes the fights were just a bit too hectic even for him to manage such a thing. Which in turn found him here, with surprising company. A certain vampiric ally currently working on cleaning the wound towards the back of one of Gale's shoulders that he simply could not reach there on his own. It was kind in a way he would not expect, which meant of course — Gale had to run his mouth to somewhat lessen the fluster of nonsense going on in his chest.

"You're certain this is fine for you, yes? The last thing I would want to do is rouse a vampire with the scent of my blood here, you know. . ."

@rogueless asked : i had to make you believe me in order to get you to come. ↳ [ meme ]

Tatithra sucked in a deep breath, resisitng the urge to cross her arms.

"You are good with words, I never know what to believe with you sometimes." She admitted, biting her cheek. The drow thought of him as a friend - or what she thought was friendship - but she was unsure how he saw her.

She had thought as a friend as well but she was learning she truly knew nothing.

He weaved words better than most bards and sometimes left her mind twisted up.

"I am a drow. We perfer the straightforward method. No pretty words needed." She choked up a bit at the words, blinking away the sting in her eyes. "Was any of it real? Any of the words you spoke, any of your actions? Usstan tlun biu mal'ai." I am an idiot.

@rogueless asked : ❛ Power comes with a price. ❜ (maybe theyre talking about astarion ascending and sacrificing all the spawn? 🤔) ↳ [ meme ]

"Not this price." She hissed, taking a second to glance at their companions. Worn and battered, in the heaps they had fallen in after Cazador had fallen.

They would be no help in this. Even if they could be, she doubted Astarion would listen to any of them. Maybe not even her.

"You have won, my love." Tatithra took a step closer, her hand reaching out. "He is dead. The other six and the seven thousand lives trapped here deserve the same chance you got." Did he want her to beg? She would. Her own urges - kill them all, let the spawn have his right - creeped up but she pushed it down.

It was easy enough, as her worry for her vampire took over her entire being.

She kept walking until she stood less than a foot from him, her hands held up at chest level with her palms open.

"Dos ph'alurtaga nindol." You are better than this. Her voice was soft, as this was for his ears only. And she believed the words, believed in the best of him. Had even seen it.

But that was with her.

"Do not give into the lure of power and became another Cazador." She flitched at her own words, breath caught her in throat. The words had come out without her really thinking of them.

Tatithra choked a little, raising her head to lock her gaze with the beautiful red of Astarion's.

Send a symbol for my muse’s reaction to yours unintentionally (?):

❦ - Changing clothes facing away, showing off their back.

They had been soaked from the rain and took shelter in a small inn. There wasn't much room to begin with and they simply began stripping around one another while respectfully looking away.

“WE CONSTANTLY FLIRT EVERY TIME WE MEET BUT IT’S NEVER GONE ANYWHERE” PROMPTS.

The sharp pain of teeth sinking into his neck stung. He hissed through clenched teeth. There was a slight flush to his cheeks however as the pain mixed with a strange sense of pleasure, something about lips on skin, so soft and gentle unlike his fangs.

Lost in his mixed feelings, he unintentionally tilted his head back before snapping his eyes open and promptly kicked Astarion off of him.

“WE CONSTANTLY FLIRT EVERY TIME WE MEET BUT IT’S NEVER GONE ANYWHERE” PROMPTS.

"Yes, well you're not the first to say that." Subverting people's expectations was something he had gained somewhat of a reputation for. It seemed Astarion was no different.

Dayis was starting to get tired of the constant fighting, it brought her such a thrill and it terrified her. The only comfort she had was that she could direct her bloodlust at their enemies, but she was so scared it might overpower her again—like what happened with that poor bard.

She sighed, slumping against the rotten wood of a long forgotten building, looking up at the sky. It was so dark, so draining, yet she got the feeling she used to thrive in such an environment. She'd almost completely dissociated, wishing to forget the events of the past battle, when Astarion approached, thanking her for protecting him; there had been a close call, a shadow that almost caught his back, but she'd stepped in just in time to kill it before it strike. She was just doing what she had to, they were allies... friends, even.

She smiled, her lips barely reaching her exhausted eyes, and pushed herself away from the wall to stand properly. Her hand reached out to his shoulder, resting there in silent reassurance. "It was nothing, friend."