#silvavinandi

@silva-vinandi​ said:        "We're stuck..." Ft. Kadyn (because I obviously have zero self control lmao) (Silva-Vinandi)

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  How did this happen? Rothalion tried to peer around the tiefling, though given the tight space there wasn’t a chance he would risk trying to reach around Kadyn to try the knob.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he gaped trying to step back to give the other space. There was no room, not even for the short duskwight - who found himself staring more at the tiefling’s midsection than his face proper. Curse his short height for once. “I-I’m sorry I - This doesn’t happen.”

  Who used such a tiny closet?! His face had progressively heated up the longer they stood packed in that closet, head turning and eyes flicking up so he wasn’t so much staring down Kadyn’s body. He wondered if the tiefling could feel the warmth radiating from his face - or if perhaps his slightly heightened body temperature hid it. Eyes squeeze shut.

  “Whoa there!” The tackled leg briefly lifted off the ground as Minosh floated a few feet up into the air, the little girl in tow - before providing her with a gentle landing in front of her mother’s watchful eyes. 

“That’s one I haven’t heard in a long time.”

It feels like home, though she’s never been sure as to where home actually is (except anywhere Daisy--np, mum, went) but the tune that echoed through the tavern brought a sense of calm that seemed like a direct contradiction to the rather excitable tune itself. Trying not to bury herself into her drink, she turned to the nearest patron, a small smile on her lips. 

[ cont from here with @silva-vinandi​ ]

“Yeah, he’s sick alright...” Timon announced mostly to himself, but glanced to the old lady when she gave a hum of what he thought was agreement. He reached in his pocket and handed her a few silver muttering something about blessing of Avandra but his attention was clearly else where as he started to follow the other tiefling. 

Nisha was definitely proud of her natural reflexes, and there were plenty of reasons. Reacting to trouble was just one of them. She didn’t even think when she saw the horse racing towards the other tiefling woman, she just reacted instinctively: help them, ask questions later. It was all kind of blur really, sprinting to the rescue and dragging her out of the way.

yes, even an abomination such as itself could appreciate the beauty of the rustic reds to browns around them. even the pathways winding through the woods were decorated with a collage of yellow-green-orange leaves, with small piles gathering where the land dipped down.

the peaceful scenery was broken, however, with a feral screech.

          “ 𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙴𝙴𝙴—! ”

and then suddenly, a body barreled into the body of a deer-- one that was just in a hunter’s sight.

@silva-vinandi​ said:       ➺ (cue the worried Kadyn noises lol)

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  It was always the same, an endless cycle of conflict and repairs. Another horde of dragons would strike, taking the lives of men and women whether they fought in the war or not. It was every dragoon’s duty to protect, and Rothalion never questioned it even if Ishgard wasn’t his home to begin with.

  Lance was lifted in one hand, the other pushing down the visor of his ivory horned helm to hide the top half of his face. With a flourish would he join fellow men and jumping into combat, using deft swings of spear to slice through flesh and sinew with the ease of a knife. As one of few men to wield the power of the great wyrm itself, Rothalion had little fear for the dragons he clashed with - he didn’t fear that the skies weren’t his own to herald nor that he could not fully defy the will of gravity. No matter the height of his opponent, he always only went higher - no dragon could escape his lance through flight alone.

  Until he is rammed by one such beast in mid-air, the wind roughly knocked from his lunged in the collision. The same wyvern reared back, diving from above as he had oft done to its kin to send him crashing into the snow viciously.

  He was left there, broken and bleeding in the cold as the battle raged - and eventually came to a halt. He could barely move at all, his gear dented irreparably and pushing into broken bones no matter how he attempted to roll over. He could barely breath, the sting of cold air making it even worse as he gasped. He forced a hand up to shove aside his helmet, hoping that despite the tone of his armour maybe he could be seen in the snow through the purple and green of his physique - if not the red that stained the snow from the blood that dripped from his nose and mouth.

@silva-vinandi​ said:        ❝ You look ill. You must be suffering form a lack of Vitamin ME. ❞ - Kadyn (Silva-Vinandi) (it’s a pickup line AND a doctor joke, I couldn’t NOT do it lmao)

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  “Do I? I feel fine --” His mouth snapped shut as the line actually registered. Oh. Oh.

  Was it a joke, or was the man coming onto him? It could be both, he wasn’t entirely sure, but regardless of the reasoning behind the line Rothalion felt his face slowly heat up.