#shemurder

——  and  then  he  grins,  teasing.  "  Hells,  objectify  away.  "  And:  he  waggles  his  fingertips  at  her  from  where  he's  propped  up,  showing  that  he's  plainly  too  pinned  down  to  do  something  as  profound  as  taking  off  his  shirt.  "  I  need  some  help  here,  though.  'm  trapped.  " 

He shifts, pressing his weight more heavily on his left foot, grinding the poster into the mud. “Would that look be… handsome, perchance? Dashing? Devilishly charming?” Without missing a beat, his face splits into a broad grin. “Some people have a taste for scoundrels, you know. Don’t worry—you can admit it. Your secret is safe with me.”

HE BARELY BLINKS , shoulders rolling slightly as his lips twist into something of amusement. "I only said what everyone else was thinking." OR WHAT THEY WOULD BE THINKING - if they too had an unfortunate craving for blood. He hums , folding his arms across his chest. "It is a waste - and poorly done too. I can only imagine who's path we're going to cross next. It's rather exciting , isn't it?"

@shemurder : how much goodness she has inside her, and how strong and resilient she is. and even when she's breaking down, fable can't help but admire her. she also adores morgana's smile, and hearing her laugh. it's probably one of her favorite sounds. @oathwilled : how safe paerin feels first and foremost, like a warm bed that you know will hold you up. but also, how much depth there is to him, as well. also, his voice. his voice is soothing and sexy all at once. there's also something to be said about his abilities as a fighter and a horse-rider that appeal to her, as well. @vampiyrus : how delightful astarion is to be around. he can always make her laugh or smile or blush so easily, and can make everything feel like an exciting journey to go on together. oh, and his eyes. they're bewitching, in a word. @stargroved : she adores amalthea's many sides. how she can be playful one moment, and then serious the next. also, her hair, for sure is a thing she loves playing with and running her fingers through. @scarbound : she loves how much astarion can understand and relate to her, and her to him. it feels like they're on the same wavelength often. and how gentle he can be with her, when it's so rare to see with anyone else. also, fable loves astarion's voice, and will ask him to read to her whenever she can.

his expression stiffens for a moment , along with his entire body , as if he’s been caught red - handed , ❛ i — ❜ there’s a fleeting look of malaise within vermillion hues , before quickly regaining his feigned confidence and holding his chin a bit higher , and his lips curl into a faint smirk , ❛ i just … can’t stop thinking about the other night , and the generous gift you bestowed upon me , ❜ crimson eyes now half - lidded , voice a low lull within his throat , astarion leans in just slightly closer , ❛ and i wasn’t going to ask , in fact , this is still not me asking , however— if you ever do find yourself in the … 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥 again , just know i’m more than happy to be the receiver , darling. ❜ his smirk widens , fangs peaking from beneath hungry lips , he can already feel himself salivating at the memory alone.

"We're going to be SPLITTING FIFTY-FIFTY." A statement — the words left her lips firmly. "Nothing more , nothing less."

stars are exploding in the tiefling's eyes — it's the only way to describe that awe-filled expression he wears — as hell-roughened hands cradle the ore as if it were a babe. mithril. a rare beauty, one that dammon had only ever dreamed of working with. "oh, I'm going to have so much fun with you." he murmurs softly, fingers tracing the cragged edges of his treasure. ah — of course! a bit embarrassed, dammon lifts his gaze and offers a small smile, now remembering the very company in front of him. "and how much might I owe you, morgana? I can't just accept something like this for nothing."

@shemurder / gets a starter.