#session_one

sessions 01 - location ; souris streets.

AN ARM DRAPED AROUND THE SHOULDERS. smile painted on the coated red lips of the vampire. " finally , some good decent company. " astarion couldn't keep the grin away. even as the more people got closer to the two , the urge to bite people rose higher and higher. one bite wouldn't hurt , right ? deep breaths. he can get through this.

sessions 01 - location ; souris streets.

THE STREETS WERE TOO BUSY ; prehaps, her father was right and this had been a mistake. she hated to even believe he might've been right, had been so set; so ready to go to the party. ( because ; she could count the wedding as a party if she wanted too. ) but as yet another body tumbled into her , the blonde took a step back. almost wanting to close in on herself , run back home and hide out there.

sessions 01 - location ; souris tavern.

TWO SHOTS POURED. that nagging feeling in the back of his mind of how many drinks he was going through for free. his tail swished in annoyance, and his ears flicked frustratingly.

sessions 01 - location ; souris tavern.

SLIDING A HALF-FULL glass of rum across the bar , husk forced a smile onto his lips. whoever had decided on the free drinks , was going to SEND HIS TAVERN out of business. fast. and all in one day.

sessions 01 - location ; souris tavern.

" OH I'M SURE , " he grimaced. husk's nails dragged across the wood of his bar , no doubt leaving even more claw marks in the already marked-up bar. " the new royalies are going to love your stories. " the patron he'd been talking to turned away , not caring enough to listen to husk's sarcasm anymore.

good , he was sick of listening to them.

While Jaskier would usually be singing in the streets playing his lute for the people he was rather much enjoying cheering the other bards on as they entertained the crowds and danced with and for the people. And while they did that Jaskier had taken this occasion to pass out flowers that had gotten from a cart and fashion his own flower crown for fun. So he currently carried a bouquet of flowers around handing them out to anyone approachable or seemed in need of a flower, smiling and fluttering his wings.

He received varying responses but always tried to be polite and excuse himself when he wasn't wanted. Still, even with some less-than-favorable responses he approached another person with a charming smile and offered them a flower, "Care for a flower? I could make a crown for you if you like. I'd offer a song but my arm is so full at the moment." He said in a playful tone.

"What, am I on marital duty now?!"

The tiefling's voice bounced off of the marble walls, a few patrons towards the back lifting their heads at the offending noise. The world outside and the city spread out before them were decorated in favor of an embracing of love and union, of a tradition as old as the nation itself--however, the bright colors and festivities felt dull in the light of their recent assignment.

But the cleric had made his order--bedrest, mandatory healing potions every evening, and no, emphasis on no, active duty. That meant no defense, no pursuit, no field-work, no hunting--nothing but diplomacy and good-natured guard-ship. Anakin felt sick to his stomach like he wasn't just now getting his first breath of fresh air in weeks.

But the tiefling flung his head back, both a confirmation and accusation, to make sure his companion was still hot on his heels.

"You can't possibly be excited. Not even you. What are we going to do all day?"