caught in a blizzard.

“ For gods’ sake, Brail, take back the blanket. ” 

She’ll live. The cold might have seeped into her bones but the campfire’s heat is stretching across her like the creeping dawn, chasing the cold. It won’t be long; shivers will cease and she’ll be fit to torment the half-elf.

sneaking a glimpse of private thoughts?

This page lingers outside its home. When the hour grew dark and her energy waned, it seems her attention shifted focus from reuniting the page with its brethren to curling beneath the blanket of her bedroll. 

Would there be any harm in looking? If it’s placed where it was found, the writer will never know it was read.

My mentor would disapprove of my choice of companions. I suppose it is good that he’s stayed in that hellish valley; his judging stare is the last thing we need. It wouldn’t mean anything now, though.

Life would be dull without Brail, and I would be in a worse place without him by my side. I don’t know where this damned road is going to take us, but I appreciate the company. 

@stormsiris ❝ Are you on a journey of self-discovery? ❞

Dakara was not so put off by the voice intruding upon his silence than he was annoyed. Light pale orb peeking out from behind a heavy lid as he glanced over at the half-elf. Either the ranger had now settled far enough away from a possible crowd or the other went out of their way to approach him. A scowl threatening to crawl across his aged features, though he bites it back. Simply closing his eye once more and exhaling slowly through his nostrils.

"Are you familiar with the practice of minding your own damned business?" He quipped back in a similar manner, a tight smile given with effort. Dakara stood again, dusting himself off out of habit as he faced the younger man. “You should try it sometime. Save a poor stranger a throbbing headache and you a waste of breath.”

related to scars.

“ It isn’t that I’m ashamed of them, ” Florence says, looking up from where she lies on the ground, “ but they’re. . . painful reminders of events I want to forget. If they’re out of sight, then they’re out of mind. ”

send a hc about our muses’ relationship.

It’s the mental image of Florence kicking down a door ( which would 100% happen ) and Brail nonchalantly following behind without a care in the world that has me rolling on the ground. Honestly, what a duo. If I were some underpaid henchmen that watched this unfold, I’d be like oh fuck, it’s them too.

sleepy hollow.

“ Is this your way of saying you aren’t afraid ? ” Florence’s attention is split. Brail holds half of it, but the small gathering of birds holds the rest. An old rhyme is repeating in her head, causing her to grimace when it reaches the count of six.

“ It makes sense, doesn’t it ? A small dose of fear can be good, even if the source is something we’d laugh at. Magic is an unpredictable, dangerous thing. ” And she’s seen enough to know that even something as small as a rhyme of crows could have a pinch of influence ( even if it fails to manifest itself ).

You’ve been a good friend, Brail says, and it tugs a string in Florence’s heart. “ It’s worthwhile to have a heavenly bitch on your side, right ? ” Tender-hearted as she might be, she’s unable to resist the urge to joke and laugh.

“ Well, we need a friend in this hell, don’t we ? ” Quickly as it comes, the humor fades. “ I have. . . few of those. For what it’s worth, you’ve been a good friend, too. ”

@stormsiris sent: sender kisses receiver on the collarbone ( accepting )

The day had been a tiring one, to say the least. Lucan truly couldn't really remember the last time he had been invited to an event of this nature. Most of them, after all, were hosted by nobles who nowadays looked at the high elf with some degree of disdain.

It had also been a while since the last time he had had to dress so formally. But as he glanced over his own reflection on the room's mirror, now undoing the sleeve buttons, he couldn't say he disliked the way the attire fitted him. And he was aware that somebody else in the room shared that opinion.

The suit jacket had just been carefully left aside when he sensed the half-elf's presence moving closer. Keen eyes watched the fighter undo the buttons of his shirt. "You are a little distracted tonight." a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips following the playful words, just as a hand reaches to pull down the fabric to expose his shoulder and collarbone. A gesture that he offers no resistance to.

And then, when the distance between them is nearly gone completely, Brail closes the small gap pressing a kiss against the protruding bone. right below the scar over his throat. A sigh escapes the redhead and his smile turns into a soft grin. Head tilting lightly as a welcoming sign to the loving touch. A string of warm laughter comes out like ringing bells.