DAUGHTER OF DARKNESS

♱ . : #𝚆𝙸𝚃𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚂: { ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ˢʰᵃʳᵖ } independent & mutually private portrayal of 𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘋𝘖𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘛 ( 𝘫𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘧 ) primarily based on baldurs gate ₃ , heavily based on personal head - canons ,  as imagined by angie / gia 26 ( ₛₕₑ / ₕₑᵣ ) . 20+ only ! featuring heavily triggering content !

♱ ᵃ ˢᵗᵘᵈʸ ⁱⁿ : 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 / 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚢𝚛 / priestess ; blind devotion bound by divine cruelty , hunger for purpose caged in a mortal frame — ready to consume or be consumed , concepts of salvation and damnation ; a girl forged for war seeking face beneath the mask / name behind the prayer .

𝙳𝙾𝙲. / 𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝚄𝚃 . / 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

emeralds glint , brows knitted in sheer perplexity . a mere observation roots her to the spot , setting a rattle within ivory ribcage mirroring the throbbing ache in her wrist . her carefully crafted guise of marble serenity threatens to shatter , revealing raw , human fear beneath stoic exterior . she has felt the press of the nocturne realm of underdark too heavily upon her psyche , the tender embrace of her deity tightening akin a noose around her throat . she knows what she must do , yet with each step forward hesitation settles deeper within , half-forgotten memories flickering like a distant lantern threatening to swallow her whole .

she hesitates to let her into arcane workings of her faith , yet denying her now-evident concern feels absurd . meeting her gaze , icy beneath sooty lashes , tone settles into a steady cadence . ❛ it’s nothing to worry about . ❜ she assures , though her words carry little reassurance . ❛ there are things between me and my faith that cannot be comprehended [...] ❜ by unbelievers . posture straightens , gloved digits curling to steady herself . she knows it will not be enough to quell the concern in those eyes , yet she has nothing more to offer . ❛ i swear , it will not hinder our aim . if anything , it may even prove . . . beneficial . ❜

𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙳𝚄𝚁𝚂 𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝟹 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚈 𝙱𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 ft @sw0rdancer ✺

head tilts , brows knitting akin fine threads drawn taut , feline gaze averted from him , searching the air between them as though meaning itself might shimmer there . ❛ right . whatever that may mean . ❜ the marble poise of her mien stirs , an amalgam of annoyance & amusement spilling forth in a constrained tug of rose-tinted plush . she plays along , indulging in their antic banter , aware that nothing is ever taken to heart . ❛ you are such a natural motivator , astarion . makes volo seem . . . bearable . ❜ faux girlish lilt unfurls from her tongue , a delicate guise for sheer mockery .

𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙳𝚄𝚁𝚂 𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝟹 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚈 𝙱𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 ft @1abyrinths ( astarion ) ✺

silvern goblets balanced betwixt lithe digits , a bottle of dry red vintage firmly gripped in the other as she slips from the campfire’s glow into the somnambulant hush of the underdark . a theatrical clink of glass heralds her presence before he can register it . ❛ i hope i am not intruding on your [...] brooding ❜ eyebrows knit in faux concern , rosette pout grazes porcelain facade , before melting into a faint curl of amusement . ❛ i find myself in a charitable mood tonight ❜ , perhaps less an act of benevolence than her own will to banish the lachrymose revelations of past days ; & who would be a better candidate to indulge in hedonistic escapes with than @palespawn ?

she descends beside him with the quiet elegance of a prowling cat , unbidden . space carefully measured , visceral instinct ever so cautious in the presence of his kind . verdant gaze fixates on the treeline fading into nightshade , still as a held breath . she needs not look at him to sense the burden he carries — it hums against her own , reverberating through her limbs , begging to be hushed . becoming an unwilling bystander in another’s tragedy has its ways of binding one in silent recognition . she refrains from goading , letting it smolder beneath the camp’s distant murmurs . ❛ sorry , i didn’t bother finding a damsel in distress for you to drain . these woods aren’t exactly generous with them . ❜ silken tune laced with dry mirth , hinting he’d have to sate himself with merlot in her presence .

𝙰 𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙴𝚂 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 . ft. astarion ✺

❛ fair enough . ❜ chin held defiantly high , verdant gaze unblinking - cutting glass . she tests the waters carefully , deciphering gith's mien for the faintest glimmer of honesty . ❛ i wouldn't want to cloud our minds from the real enemy . ❜ head tilts , velvet tune laced with feigned ease , pride coiling warm in her ribcage — luxuriating in the fact that it was lae'zel who first sought to bury the hatchet .  her poise is marble , yet beneath hums the storm she refuses to name — a quiet tremor she will never allow to breach the surface , simmering in her wrist like an ever-closing wound .

❛ as long as you keep your hands to yourself , i am willing to forget our [...] misunderstanding . ❜ she can almost taste acrid on her tongue , corners of rose-tinted plush form crescent , peridot hues gleam with victorious amusement . the truce may be spoken , but she grants it no more than a brittle smile , for vigilance has served her far better than blind trust ever could .

𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙳𝚄𝚁𝚂 𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝟹 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚈 𝙱𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 ft @zoeticbled ✺

❛ not exactly how i planned to spend my evening . ❜ a rhetorical question , considering their circumstances . corners of rose - tainted plush raised in a jest , silken timbre threads through the susurrus of burning campfire . ❛ i suppose , everything's better than a tadpole squirming in our brains ❜ , porcelain facade fractures for a fleeting tremor at the thought alone , shaking off the vision that threatened to nest inside her skull .

she has always been a weapon , for as long as memory allows , though the details of her past elude her like stars fading in the darkening sky above . she debates whether surrendering to the creature gnawing within is any more perilous than facing a future devoid of purpose . what becomes of a weapon when it is no longer needed ?

𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙳𝚄𝚁𝚂 𝙶𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝟹 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚈 𝙱𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 . ft @bloodtwin ✺

#WITSANDBLADES ━━━━ independent , private & selective 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 from 𝘉𝘈𝘓𝘋𝘜𝘙𝘚 𝘎𝘈𝘛𝘌 iii , written by gia (20+ only)