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@estarion asked: [mwah.] ise, just to freak her out that he can be gentle sender kisses receiver slowly, keeping their mouths joined even while moving inside them.
She's used to teeth and nails and pain and begging, not... this.
@alongside-heroes asked: see? that wasn't so bad after all. - for Marcella (you can choose BG3 or DA verse) (lucan)
"No?" Marcella rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she cleaned off her bloodied hands with a wet cloth. He was not at death's door, nor bleeding any longer and that was thanks to her efforts. She's used to patching people up. It's what she does. But that doesn't stop her from still chastising her patients for their recklessness. "It seems to be this ongoing pattern... of bards getting into trouble. What would you have done if I hadn't been here to patch you up?"
@vernades asked: "It's not the worst injury I've ever seen, but it's still pretty bad." for marcy!
"No shit." Marcella mumbled, still staring in mild disbelief. She had seen worse, too, but that didn't make this any easier or better. Shaking her head, she cast her first healing spell, bright green light shining between her hands, between the two of them, as wounds began to seal together, blood flow slowing. "You should still be careful. It could have been a lot worse but still, even these are cause for concern if left unattended."
@lambofbhaal asked: â even the waves of fate can break upon the shores of will. â (thought it would be fun for the two lathander clerics to interact. hehe.)
"It's refreshing to hear, actually." Marcella exhaled a sigh, a content smile upon her lips. "It's nice to come across another of Lathander's faithful... I don't come across many-- not recently, anyway." Especially considering that the only Lathanderite monastery they came across had been wiped out by githyanki. "Fate has its place but too many depend on it and relinquish their will. They accept it and don't even try to change things."

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@estarion asked: marcy , knocked up by a vampire
It's not something she usually thinks about. Being a healer, Marcella is always careful and knowledgeable of various forms of... well, preventing pregnancy. It's vital when she's on the road, adventuring. Even outside of that, she had always suspected that Lathander would bless her a bit too generously with fertility and so she would always be extra careful.
Yet in the aftermath of their recent session with the vampire, sprawled across sheets and nude, Marcella could not help but let her hand wander lower, resting over her belly. She watched Astarion beside her as he shifted about, perhaps considering getting up and leaving her... and yet, her mind wandered. The chances of anything like that happening were slim to none, even without her precautions, but still... the thoughts lingered. Family most certainly had been something she had wanted, had always wanted, but had never found the right person or time for it.
"Did you ever think of..." Marcella started, speaking before she'd truly thought it through. "Did you ever think of starting a family, before you were turned?"
@drachnslayer asked: Well, what would impress you, then? (Marcella)
What a question. She exhaled a breath, somewhat of a laugh, smiling as she tried to find an answer. Head shaking, she lifted her gaze up to him and shrugged her shoulders. "Now... telling would take all the fun out of it. But... well... I'm not actually sure." After all, they had quickly excluded acts of violence and killing already, along with reckless acts that could get one killed and injured, but that was already a given to a healer such as herself. "Are you trying to make notes and impress me in the future then?" Marcella teased lightly, figuring that was most definitely not the case.
@drachnslayer asked: You seemed a million miles away just then. (Iseris)
"Hm?" Iseris barely seemed to register at first, turning her head in his direction but needing a few moments to truly snap out of her daze. "Oh, right." Shaking her head, she exhaled a sigh and managed to put on a smile for the warrior, head tilting in his direction. "It's like I completely forgot I had company and just zoned out. That happens sometimes. Getting a bit too lost in thought. Like thinking about something we seem to have in common. Dragons."
ăăăâ i always enjoy you. â   voice sometimes like the slow scrape of a nail along a paper lantern, at other moments warm and melty like the candles burning inside.   the drive to cajole and encourage lives strong.   itâs a pain.   an unnecessary one.  marcellaâs ruddy - cheeked and amenable  and  he needs to just go for it.  she scoots, he scoots.   his hand slips down from hers, fingers curling about the wrist, thumb over her pulse.   he lifts it to his lips.   little kiss to the veins.   a flutter of lashes when he looks up, mouth and breath brushing his question over tender skin.   â how do you feel about me taking from here ? â
She smiled, unable to hold it back. What warmth there was to his skin seemed to be coming from her, his own cool against hers as his hand searched for a spot. His lips to her wrist earn a short sharp intake of breath, a tingle of her nerves as her inner wrist was a sensitive spot often overlooked.
"That could work..." Marcella agreed tentatively, nodding once. It's oddly more intimate than from the neck, she found. "Is that going to be enough for you though? Comfortable?"
@etherealdreamt asked: -leaves a little hand carved wooden duck for Marcy- //Halsin
It's adorable and unexpected, when the little wooden carving was presented to her. Brows raised and her face lit up immediately, carefully taking the figure in both hands, cradling the duck, turning it in her hands to get a good look at all of it. She has seen Halsin work on carvings before, but she had not ever expected to receive one.
"Oh, this is so sweet, Halsin... thank you!" She could already picture it perched neatly in her tent. It would need a good spot so it could be admired from anywhere in the tent...
"You're quite talented at this, aren't you? I've not gotten to see your work before... I'm curious to see what else you can do." It's then she realised she hadn't stopped smiling this whole time. Shifting the duck to one hand, Marcella stepped closer to wrap her free arm around Halsin's waist, pulling herself to him to give him an embrace. "Thank you..."

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@trevelyandisgrace asked: [nuzzle.] sender buries their face in receiver's neck mid-fuck. - with Marcy đł
"I may have a tendency to be a worrywart, but that does not negate the fact that you have very clearly used too much of your own blood for your spells, darling..." Emmrich chided her gently, reaching out with his hands to catch her as she gripped onto him for some stability.
"You do know you need to take a bit of time to rest and replenish your supply." A soft chuckle accompanied his words as he gently guided the elven woman over to a set of nearby steps, encouraging her to take a seat as he sat down beside her.
"I know the toll it takes. You really should be more careful, my dear."
She knew he was right but she still felt that urge to argue back, to dismiss his very valid concerns. With her stumbling, however, there was little hope left that she could persuade him all was fine. Clearly it was not. With his assistance, she was guided to the nearby steps, carefully lowering herself to take a seat. Exhaling a deep sigh, Iseris did not let go of Emmrich with her hand remaining on his arm, inching a little closer to his wrist. She was so used to others simply leaving her to her own devices, rarely ever worried about the toll her magic took on her. After all, it was her risk to take... and she supposed for many, she's just another blood mage, so what does it matter?
"I know that." She agreed, defeated, keeping her gaze lowered to his hands, to the gold that adorned them. "It's... weird." Iseris shook her head, a brief huff of a laugh leaving her lips. "It's weird having someone worry about me. I'm not... used to that."
snack time with @estarion / x
The wine is awfully tempting before, as well, if only to maybe soften the blow. But she offered. She offered herself up for this, to help him out. And in this lighting, one could almost forget that Astarion was a vampire, with the warmth of the lanterns giving him the hue of the living. No second thoughts, only perhaps wondering how she was going to handle what she had offered, when she knew she had never been particularly good with pain.
His words snap her out of her little daze and her cheeks warm with a rosy hue, a smile upon her lips as she lowered her gaze from his briefly. "I enjoyed it⌠I hope you did too."
Marcella scooted a little closer, gently pulling him closer by the hand, rather hoping not to drag this out unnecessarily. She nodded. "Not second thoughts, no. I want to help. Though I don't suppose it'll be as pleasurable as the other morning." Not for her, anyway.
ăăăâ it was a genuine question ! â   his head cocks back heartily when he laughs.   someone else  is holding the map, yet these two are leading.   â where are we even going ? iâve already forgotten the plan.  oh, well. anyway .. that ought to do it.   iâd love to watch you perform one of your rituals .. â
ăăă wait, donât sound HORNY about it.
ăăăahem.
ăăăâ whatâs something easy that we could try tonight ? â  Â
ăăăfunny boy, assuming theyâll survive the horrors that lie ahead .. . . .
"What, rituals or kinks?" Iseris asked seriously, her tone distracted as she became more and more aware that their surroundings were changing. "Maybe we can come back to this later at camp, give it a bit more discussion and practice..." As for rituals, well, judging by the change in surroundings, perhaps she would be sacrificing some enemies in the near future...
ăăăâ oh - â an infinitesimal pause, mouth rounded and tiny.  â no, no !  i wasnât trying to set something up .. â   lying liar. but doing so now would feel .. monstrous. a net of clouds obfuscates the sun above ; the grip of his forearm on hers tightens when he guides them around an oaken corner.   â .. do you ever think of harming people ? â laden and dreamy, his voice. heâs even got the eyes to match. â the way people have harmed you. â
"Oh." Iseris mimicked, though doing little to hide the disappointment in her tone. After all, had Astarion been interested, she wouldn't have said no... Perhaps this was all hypothetical and just a get-to-know exercise instead.
"What sort of question is that? Of course I do." Eyes rolled and Iseris gave his arm a brief squeeze in reassurance, her gaze wandering from Astarion to their slightly darker surroundings. "Maybe not exactly the way they harmed me. I'd much rather sacrifice them in a blood ritual for power and make good use of their blood."

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@estarion asked: ă TUG ă : for sender to tug on the receivers hair
THE MANNERS CAN BE TURNED ON OR OFF !! and the hands are rather average but BEAUTIFUL OK.
>:) basically even then. marcy/star is special to me... And ise/star being awful together