#rookedcrow

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🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

do i ship our characters together?: YES !!!!!! | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: ALREADY AM BABY | yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

Would I rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes? Develop their relationship first, jump right in, or something in between ( what specifically? ). || we already be shipping you cute lil' raccoon XD

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter || I ALREADY HAVE MANY GLORIOUS THINGS FROM YOOOU <3 WHICH I SHALL ANSWER SOON >:3c

nobody at all:

Neve, next to @spitecrow

“ you’re asking a mage the most difficult of questions. ” they think they’re joking but when they try to find the answer, it isn’t there. how can they describe something that feels as natural as breathing? the magic comes without effort. it’s barely noticeable.

“ i don’t know. ” they close their eyes, bask in the sun. “ it depends, ” they correct. “ parlor tricks feel like. . . sitting around the hearth, warm and content. barely noticeable, if i’m to be honest. strong magics feel like a bonfire, and the stronger. . . ”

maker, they remember the first time they pulled a sword from the fade. sweating. gasping. the burn of the sun coursing through their veins. it was pure agony. 

though thoroughly wracked with fatigue, teia manages a small smile as she moves to greet emilia with a quick kiss to each cheek. “cariña, no,” she waves her hand in dismissal. “all of us are busy—you more than most. we are just glad to have you for the time that we do.” any extra pair of hands is a relief.

“have you eaten?” she asks as they move through the rafters of the diamond. “it is not much, but fletcher did bring us some gnocchi alla romana. they never let me go hungry, not since the last time.” a smirk settles on her face, and the glance she shares with emilia is exchanged more like a secret. teia’s temper is short in nature. her temper when she hasn’t eaten?—

For better or for worse, the resident undead caught the sight of her first. Tasked with greeting any and all newcomers to the Necropolis for the first time, the Mourn Watch thought it proper for the growing and 'domesticated' fear demon to learn how to talk to people.

It was obvious that she wasn't familiar with the place, judging by how those eyes of hers scanned the area, as if trying to make sense of the place and take in the rather green and blueish hues of the lighting.

Standing at seven feet tall, and glistening chains wrapped around his form, he is hard to ignore, as death incarnate practically walks across the entry hall towards the woman.

Four arms. Empty eye sockets. A blackened veil upon his head to obscure vision. The skeleton is mindful of his presence and intimidation he may carry as he takes a gentle bow before her. The secondary set of arms remain held out, the tattered cloth draping over those long arms reminiscing of almost wings.

Like an angel of death.

@rookedcrow asked: anybody asks about today , lie . Making Demands || Accepting

Zevran just happened to be in the area to watch the show that had happened in the streets of Treviso. He clocked right away that she was a Crow. The uniform was unmistakable though she wore a different colour than he would have when he was still in their clutches. Though this one had a righteous streak. Interesting. Not normally a quality found in your average crow. Zevran would know, he'd been that young crow many, many years ago. Zevran wasn't the Shadow that was cast over the Crows tonight. No tonight he had been simply a man who had been enjoying a drink at Café Pietra and had happened to be watching while this Crow did her duties. Though his daggers were still on his person. You could never be too careful "Of course, I saw nothing. Unless of course, someone with a heavy coin purse comes asking." Zevran rubbed his thumb across his index and middle finger. A universal gesture of bribery and coin understood in every language. Zevran leans back in his chair putting his feet on the table, a nasty habit he'd picked up during the fifth blight he was about to commit to an even worse one, a habit he's had since birth.

"Next time slip the poison in to his drink," He wasn't dressed like a crow but the experience in his voice potentially would give him away. "Much more dramatic, they fall over and do this." Zevran clutched at his chest and and makes the noise and face of man who was foaming at the mouth before dramatically stopping and playing dead for a few seconds.

troubled birds; a sentence meme ( part 2 ), always accepting!

@rookedcrow asked: "can i get a who who?"

valeria   rolls   her   eyes at emilia,   but   it's   enough   to   activate   the   statue   nonetheless,   the   lyrium   inscribed   in   the   base   flashing   with   a   pulse   of   bright   light.   thankfully   this   one   doesn't   call   a boulder   crashing   down   upon   their   heads,   but,   even   so,   it   sets   her   teeth   on   edge.   like   everything   connected   to   the   elven   pantheon.

❝       you know, if   we   end   up   releasing   some   arcane   horror   –   or   a   fragment   of   andruil   –   i'm   blaming   you,     ❞    she   intones   in   a   voice   so   dry   that,   if   fed   to   a   brazier,   would   burn   in   an   instant. 

still,   she   kicks   the   chest   in   the   centre   spot   so   the   lid   snaps   open   to   reveal   its   innocuous   spoils   to   the   both   of   them.