#spider thread

Jaheira all but collapsed into the chair beside Minthara, the movement more of a graceless flop than her usual measured composure. She cradled a cup in her hand, the wine within sloshing dangerously close to the rim. Her head lolled to the side, and she blinked at Minthara, her gaze a bit unfocused.

“I miss them, you know,” she murmured, barely loud enough to be heard over the other voices around the table. “My family. Gods, I miss them so much sometimes it feels like…” Her voice trailed off as she stared into the dark liquid in her cup, swirling it lazily. “Like there’s this… void. Right here.” She tapped her chest, her expression distant.

She sighed, leaning back heavily, rocking back in the chair that wasn't supposed to do that kind of movement. “Do you? Miss yours, I mean?” Her tone was soft, almost hesitant, like she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer. “I… I imagine you had a family once. Before all… this.” She gestured vaguely, her arm making an unsteady arc through the air.

Minthara uncomfortably eyed the Harper like a distrusting cat observing a toddler that was veering fair too close to its tail. Drunkards were not her favorite thing, she rather hated them, but it was rare to see someone like Jaheira this far gone at least for Minthara anyways.

As the older woman rambled Minthara paid her little mind. With luck she would remember none of this come the morning and Minthara would soon forget it in place of more worthwhile memories. Maybe the assumed assurance of memory loss is what kept her from getting up and walking away, instead humoring the Harper's sorrowful ramblings.

Prompt by @bweirdart

They say don’t take candy from strangers. But Spider-Thread (they/she) isn’t a stranger! It’s totally fine if Brittney takes the sucker.

Lol, that’s hilarious

I’m also amazed you’re still reading! It’s been, what, one billion years since I updated?

Lilac hands angerly pulled at the darkened flesh of her neck as she looked in the mirror. Covering more skin than she would ever allow were blossoming bruises that ran from the point where her chin connected to her neck all the way past her collar bone. Under clothes she was more than fine being a mess of grape and plum but this was past the neckline of her armor! What was she supposed to do with this?! How was she supposed to command respect when her allies could clearly see she had had a moment of passion that obviously clouded her senses enough to not stop her partner from indulging too much. The clear image of Astarion snorting as she refused to answer into his teasing had already painted itself in her mind.

Blood: Sender cleans blood off of the receiver

Wringing the damp rag out she took another pass across his armor. The water stayed warm, its bowl resting on embers that were smoldering just enough to still emit heat, but it was already tinged a translucent pink. It was late, with others already off to their own bed rolls, but still early enough in the night she had energy. Her own armor could be easily dipped in a creek with any more detailed cleaning being held off on until it started effecting her senses, be that touch or smell, so she took to helping her fellow paladin with his. Her efforts were not any more gentle than she would normally be. There wasn't a notable amount of care or kindness to her touches. This interaction, though close, was just as much Minthara as she always was. What brought her to tend to him was her sense camaraderie with him. He was a soldier along side her. She would never call him her brother in arms, she had a brother and held disdain for him even now and did not need another, but he was a comrade who had proven himself in battle to be worthy of at least of the respect she would give a soldier. That respect is what had her come over with warm coals and water, doing so after she had cleaned her weapons off. That respect did not get him meticulous efforts but it did get him clean armor and a clean face if he held still. Minthara was focused as she cleaned and as such hadn't uttered much more than a, "Move here" every so often so she could clean a specific spot or get a better look at him.