#starlyht

In truth, Barty's resolve was hanging on by the thinnest thread. To have his lover draped over him like this, pressing kisses to his jaw and throat, was a treat in and of itself, so Barty was reluctant to cut the game short.

Dutifully, he notes down another number, though his certainty that it is a correct number is dwindling with each second.

"don't look," she said quietly. if memento were able to block the man's view without disturbing her work, she would. it was ugly work, stitching up skin. did no good for anyone to look at what was being done to them. all she could do was work quickly.

his insistence that he heal himself gave them pause—but only for half a moment. he may be right, but they feared how he would react if told why. but then again, what other choice do they have?

He'd been having such a nice time, too, savouring their little traipse through the woods. There haven't been a lot of things recently that Kai has actually enjoyed. Next thing he knows he's being whipped in the face. By some foliage.

He stares at Kyran as the paladin laughs right in his face ( rude ) , blank-faced and stern. He crosses his arms and sighs. Annoyed.

❝ Apology not accepted, ❞ he huffs, shaking his hair out of his face. There's an ache on his cheek where the branch slashed skin. It's really not that bad.

The offer takes him a bit by surprise, but he's not one to turn down help when it's offered. ❝ That would be a good start. ❞

"You're always so pale, Kyran." Morren noted with concern "Are you feeling okay? I can make you something if you aren't, it's not a problem."

Even under the full sun, his skin never seemed to pick up the same colour that other's did. Even she could count more freckles on her pale skin but Kyran still seemed that grey-ish pale that usually screamed ill. Maybe he wasn't as alright as she had thought after coming out of that foul swamp where that awful hag had lived. She wouldn't blame him, the air had been foul and heavy and who knew what awfulness lurked in those murky pools they'd all had to wade through.

If that had gotten into a wound...Morren didn't think it would take too long before something festered.

He hardly tries to disguise the look of amusement on his face. Afterall, what had Sol truly expected from him? Why should Serkan care if he's a werewolf of all things, if anything the idea of it made him like the drow more. Not that the feeling was mutual at the moment.

"I truly don't know what you expect me to say. It doesn't bother me in the slightest. In fact I think I would have to be a hypocrite to feel any type of way about it, given my own... interesting circumstances." His inexplicable bloodlust that had even made him black out on occasion. At least Sol'rys had an explanation for his condition.

"I suppose that does also explain why you thought I had lycanthropy that one time."

@starlyht 's kyran inquired ;

❛ i abhor you. ❜

𝕬 𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍, 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖚𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖆𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖉, 𝖎𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖑𝖞. His head even tilts back as his lips spread into a wide grin. All teeth. All edge. It remains, still, as the laughter ends.

" Why, I never. My dear, did your mother never teach you manners? " A mock tone of insult. How lucky the statement seems to have put him in quite the good mood. More entertained than insulted by the audacity. It wasn't as if he had never heard such a thing before - I hate you, I loathe you. I'll kill you. I'll end you. The endless, repetitive cries of poor souls facing the consequences of their very own choices. Why deal with a devil if you wish not to get burned?

his medallion was pulsing like mad. something that the witcher knew better than to just simply ignore. how many times had he felt the sensation throughout the years — decades, even. it was as familiar to him as the rumbling feeling in his stomach, letting him know that it was time to eat. this feeling, however, only brought up another question; friend or foe? and in his experience, the answer to that was almost always the latter.

"Oh no, baby, no." Morgan's amusement - spurred on by his blanket enthusiasm at seeing the other - quickly fades. "I wasn't making fun of you."

Or, he was commenting on it, but not if it made the other miserable.

He reaches out to draw Sszefryn close, but only so he can start unbuckling his armour. They were very similar in the way neither of them had a stomach for violence, and so it really was a hardship for either of them to enact the same sort of violence that someone like Lae'zel seemed to lavish.