#saphyrus

“Well, of course— ” the drow replies with a bright, tilted grin, just casually leaning his weight on a nearby wall, eyes focused on the woman’s just enough to still be startled by the sight of his fellow soldiers over her shoulder — laughing and making faces and the occasional suggestive gesture.

Gods, that’s embarrassing.

Verin clears his throat as he straightens up. He keeps the smile, but puts a little distance between him and the tiefling.

@saphyrus​ ━ ❧ ‘  i am a world of uncertainties disguised as a girl.  ’ ( accepting )

He is lounging. Legs stretched and arms behind his head, green cloak spread beneath his body with the hood shielding his eyes from the afternoon sun. He does, however, turn on his side when she speaks.  “ Are you ? Tell me, then. Tell me about this girl, and all of her uncertainties. I want to help. “

❛ i’m not jealous. ❜   / /  subtle smut   / /  accepting

“ it wasn’t your fault… ”

emotionally intense starters 

many   things   have   happened   since   they’ve   last   met   and   she   knows   the   weight   that   has   always   sat   on   his   shoulders   .   she   was   there   when   his   mother   passed   and   now   thor   is   having   to   deal   with   much   more   loss   than   he   ever   anticipated   .   his   father   ,   his   people   ,   his   BROTHER   .      every   bit   of   it   ,   the   god   feels   could   have   been   avoided   .   THEIR   ENDS   ARE   ON   HIS   CONSCIENCE   .   

he   sits   on   the   small   bed   ,   too   low   to   the   floor   for   it   to   be   comfortable   for   the   god   .   his   knees   scrunched   from   their   length   but   he   doesn’t   seem   to   mind   with   the   amount   of   turmoil   that   runs   through   him   .   it   is   far   more   turbulent   .   she   can   read   him   like   a   book   ,   cover   to   cover,   inside   and   out   .   the   blame   is   something   he   puts   on   himself   and   her   arms   wrap   around   him   only   forces   more   of   the   emotions   to   boil   towards   the   surface   .   

@saphyrus​ said: [ OFFER ] for one muse to suddenly hug the other one to comfort them.

   The sunrises on the Nein Heroez were nice.  When sleeps eludes him, Kingsley often finds himself in the crow’s nest until everyone eventually stirs awake.  He’s been able to get away with it so far, claiming that he simply woke up early.  Usually he’s able to collect himself by then.

To his surprise, though, he’s not alone this morning.  Joy -- previously known as Jester -- climbs up to stand by his side to watch the sun slowly ripple across the ocean as it climbs into the sky.  There’s no usual chatter, no response to his lighthearted banter.  In a moment, she’s wrapped her arms around Kingsley.

It’s a split second later that he feels tears drying on his face.  Why?

Kingsley’s shocked look turns into a soft smile, and soon he’s wrapping his arms around Joy.  ( Hugs with her are...less awkward than the others. )

@saphyrus​ said: “ you’re a good person. ”

   She had a brother.  The image of him seems to sting more now as they’re sitting in a tavern.  Her cup of Lionette wine, legally bought this time, holds all the rich flavors of her home.  Of her past.  Of his indifference.  It’s practically a flavor note now, and now he wants to start over.

At least she knows what her brother looks like.

Jester’s gentle touch on Beauregard’s elbow nearly causes her to jerk it away.  With a deep breath, she sits straighter.  There was no reason for her, an Expositor, to be caught sulking like this.  She’s only here to protect her and hers.  Only here for Nott.

@saphyrus​ ━ ❧ ‘  people aren’t born sad; we make them that way.  ’ ( accepting )

Shoulder bumps shoulder, and he sighs. A cruel and unforgiving world, and he wishes she were blind to it. “ I know, my dear. I know. They do not deserve it. We do not deserve it. The world would be a better place without it. “ He twists to face her, reaching to grab a hand and give it a comforting squeeze.