#spellwound

@spellwound || cont. from x.

He's had his fair share of crushes, sure. They're prone to popping up and spreading like an unexpected wildfire, and usually fade without much hassle. But this? These feelings for that wizard? They just wouldn't go away. If he didn't enjoy the giddy feeling so much it would be annoying.

It was still a problem, though, especially if other party members were catching on. Serendipity takes a long sip of his wine, in hopes of easing his embarrassment. His eyebrows raise and he splutters a bit.

It was a miracle that they'd been able to find Dammon at the Last Light Inn. Finding more infernal iron had nearly wiped him out, but he was more than happy to go through the trouble if it meant Karlach could stay here in Faerun. The hug he'd shared with her had been everything...but it hadn't been enough.

She'd have to either return to Avernus, or burn away in the life she'd just gotten back. It wasn't fair -- none of it was. The thoughts swirl about Serendipity's head as he sits and scowls at his book.

" Would things be easier if there was a right way? " asks @spellwound , who sits beside him. With a huff the bard closes his book.

he's amused. "My dearest, you seem to have run afoul the wrong conversational topic yet again." (truthfully, it made him fondly smile to know that all this badgering he'd been doing hadn't changed anything that he loves about zynth.)

"I think I'm doing this right?" The words were muttered to no one in particular, simply trying to fill the silence; It was uncomfortable, to say the least. Or maybe it was just him. He still was trying to get used to this.

So he found ways to occupy his hands without an instrument; A sewing needle couldn't have been that difficult, and it would help make him more useful to the ones he traveled with. If only he had actually handled a sewing needle before, the young bard frowning at the messy stitching.

@spellwound ♡'d for a starter

five senses || @spellwound

There is admittedly a pause, Xavier caught a little off guard. Not for any reason other than genuine surprise; He just didn't think the elf would actually ask his opinion on something. Especially not something so...normal. "Uh... Alright?" It wasn't like he had much to worry about from Zynth, taking the offer and giving the fish a small taste.

It wasn't a taste he expected. Not in a bad way; It made him think of camping back home, trying to figure out how to cook over the open fire for the 'experience'. Granted, those meals normally ended up burnt to a degree, and they would have to admit defeat... But the memory still got a soft snort from the tiefling.