#falsesighted

[crimesoughtarchive]

“And you swear on your life that they’ll like me?”

Jari’s done everything. Washed and done his hair up very pretty, dressed in civilian clothes(which is simply the button up and his usually pants that lie under his green padded coat, this time significantly less covered in dirt and blood), bought a bouquet of flowers for the Cassian’s mother. All this preparation and he’s still nervous. It’s a huge cliché, really. Boyfriend is nervous to meet his beloved’s parents- he’s read it all before but he didn’t think it was quite so accurate. “Does my hair look alright? My clothes are straight, right, my sweet?”

“I’ve never been under so much pressure.” Well, maybe there were a few other times…

@falsesighted

"I promise. You can talk with my father about spells too. I told him you were a wizard as well."

The tiefling smiled at him, helping to make sure he looked nice for his parents. Not that they would really care. He was sure his mother was going to jump them as soon as they stepped through the door. But he was hoping she wouldn't that his father would answer and ease them inside.

"You look fine. Don't be so nervous." probably easier said than done. he moved to knock at the door but stopped short. "Oh my mom might attack us when we come inside."

[reining-disaster]

Another room rented out and another few days together in the city. This time though Aljari had been…out. All day. He’d rented out their room and spoke to the Inn keeper a bit while Rein took his things upstairs and then he just sort of…vanished. Not unusual on its own, however. Aljari Etherborn was a man who thought it better have something unnecessary in the moment than need it at a later date. He must be prepared for it all…that and he did enjoy the occasional shopping spree.

The strange part was that he didn’t tell Rein he was leaving or where he was going or even mention that he needed to go shopping before hand. They could’ve gone shopping together hours ago but here the man is no where to be found until hours later in the evening when he returns with his satchel looking heavier and a smile donning his face.

“Rein? I’m back, dearest.”

Rein was excited for another weekend to themselves. This inn wasn't as... Seedy. Much nicer. Which honestly sort of felt... Weird. He was about to comment on it as he got to the room to lay down his things, but Jari was... Gone, "O-Oh..." He looked a little disappointed, but hey. Free bed.

Hopping onto the plush mattress and melting, Rein sighed, "I'll wait for him to come back." He resigned, finding himself almost immediately passing out. It had been some time since he'd been given the opportunity for a nap and a space all to himself. It was only natural. The soft bed helped him stay asleep without nightmares. This was a rarity. But this place was nothing like the basement he'd stayed in and therefore, he felt incredibly safe.

It wasn't until Jari walked into the room and said his name that the man sat up with a snort. He wiped the drool from his mouth and he seemed absolutely out of it, "Huh? How... How long was I out?" He asked, stretching his back and groaning, a bit. He looked stiff. In a bit of pain, "Where... Where did you go, my love?" He rubbed his eyes and yawned.

@falsesighted

[dreadgloom]

a ranger and a wizard walk into a bar . . . continued from here . . . @falsesighted

Dionisia weighed the option that was proposed. Her pouch was heavy with gold coins that had earlier today not been her own, and the sun was starting to set. There was no real negative consequences to stopping for a drink and getting off the streets for a while. ❝ Alright . . . but only if you can get us either a table by an open window or on the balcony because I’m smoking while we drink, ❞ the ranger decided.

[apalestar]

@falsesighted provided this nugget of hilarity.

This just needed to be known to everyone. It's too funny.

[theautumnpicker]

@falsesighted

Ever since he's met Aljari, there's been a coldness to the man. And sure, Astarion did put a knife to his throat shortly after that meeting, but it was just a misunderstanding! One which he owned up to immediately. He'd have thought by now they'd have all let bygones be bygones.

It's all the more inconvenient because Aljari seems to be settling in as the leader of their little group of misfits, with the others following his decisions like helpless puppies. And if Aljari doesn't trust him, it means he certainly can't reveal that he's a vampire spawn without, more likely than not, being cast out of the group. It's becoming a real challenge, hiding it. He got sloppy the other night in his hunger, and Aljari is bizzarely thorough in the way he rifles through everything they come across.

Something has to give, if things are to change. Astarion can humble himself, a little bit. So he approaches their would-be leader after supper, once the others are turning into their tents, and sits down across from him with a sigh.

"Look. I know we didn't exactly start off on the right foot," he says with a little smile. "I ... misjudged you. I was wrong. But you don't need to take it so personally. I know, I know." He rolls his eyes, places a hand on his chest, leans his upper body forward a fraction. "Nobody likes to meet new friends at knifepoint. But isn't there anything to be said for second impressions?" He lowers his hand, smiling up at him with the most hopeful expression he can muster. "I've been on my best behaviour except for that one tiny little incident, haven't I?"

[bruinescence]

@falsesighted cont.

Halsin gave the other a curious tilt of the head, a few beads hidden amongst braids clinking while he did so. The wizard was always a source of puzzling company, but even he had trouble discerning the nature of the other's purported plans when they were sheltered between a 'yes' and then a 'no'. He supposed he shouldn't expect much clearer of an itinerary given the sort of chaos that seemed to follow Jari around like a curse of sorts he'd yet to cure himself of.

"So it is a proper spare you're after? I don't believe I've crossed wood in such a manner in a good decade or so. But perhaps I've relied too much on the weave as of late." Well, the 'weave' (particularly the thread count of the robe) was not to be relied on given how close it seemed to splitting a seam or two each time the druid shifted too much of his weight to one side. Thankfully his balance was a bit of a switch in its own right so that the strain never quite settled too long in any one spot.

A chuckle escaped him when his company called him out...rightfully so. "It is at the very bottom of my list of concerns, I'll admit. Though as they say...when in civilization, do as the majority does or end up in prison." And he knew all too well about that lesson when having even the slightest bit of spirits often stirred nature's spirit in him so deeply that he'd quickly shed any garments to enjoy a moonlit stroll through a city park.

The request gives him a moment's pause, though only enough to close the distance between them and bump shoulder's with Jari's in a playful nudge. "Is that why we need a private space? I would think it would be for preserving your dignity when you fall to a less seasoned pole-arm enthusiast." Though to use one other than a walking stick would have been stretching the term a bit far...he was certainly an enthusiast when it came to whittling them, however.

"I know of one close by. Here-to me." He stepped into Jari, pulling him against his flank for a moment with one arm while magic glowed upon the tip of his free hand that he entertained the air with but a moment. A misty step ahead with the wizard in tow would deposit them in to a meager clearing away from camp. Carpeted by the beige of bobbing wheat grass and the occasional pop of color with a wild flower or two, the clearing surrounded by heavy thicket could not mask the sound of a creek running adjacent nearby. "Ah- here we are. A tad smaller than I remember, but that only means it has yet to be disturbed. A virgin corner of nature."

[never-surrender]

He was hungry... so damn hungry. Having to hide the fact he was feeding off animals and others meant he didn't get to feed as often, especially now that he was active during the daytime. Tonight, he planned on finding something larger, something that could fill him further. Sneaking from the camp as he did most nights, Astarion was fully under the impression he had made it out without being caught...

Finding an animal bigger than large wild pig was going to be difficult... easier to simply find two, rather than one. Stalking up on one, the wilderness around them was eerily quiet, eyes pinned on the boar... and with a quick leap and an iron grip, he opened his mouth, closing in on the pig as his mind grew hazy with hunger...

Only for the beast to suddenly startle and rip away, running from him with loud squeals. Blinking in surprise, Astarion watched it run away, before a slight sound came to his awareness.

Leaping up, Astarion's first instinct was to leap up, lips curled back in a vicious snarl, prepared to attack...

Except it wasn't a threat.

It was one of his companions.

Fuck.

Straightening slowly, Astarion eyed him wearily. "..I can explain.." could he?

@falsesighted

[astaricn]

"YOU DON'T LIKE CATS? How tragic." He decides not to mention anything about being seen as a monster. He could hardly blame them, after all.

[crimesoughtarchive]

@falsesighted continued from here.

Cassian was grinning as he held the lace underwear in his hand, hiding them from the others gaze. He wasn't expecting them to go to a store like this but he wasn't complaining. It was a nice change of pace.

He leaned in to whisper in his ear "Wouldn't you rather see them on me?" he purred as he spoke. of course he's flirting, though how could he not? He gets his back blown out by a wizard and now hes flirting.

[dreadgloom]

The earthquakes have gotten more and more out of control since the very first one they felt. This was meant to be a typical loot and explore bout. Walk around, find food, treasures maybe break & enter to find some extra special loot, but all they found was an old leaky cave. One that’s entrance crumbled to bits at one of those very new, strange earthquakes that have been happening in the city and around its lands.

Dionisia and Aljari are no worse for wear after the rocks stopped falling, but they are separated from their party. Another earthquake happens, more rocks fall. After uncovering his head with his hands, Jari speaks. “…I fear it may be just a matter of time before this entire cave collapses on us.”

oh no! it’s a cave in 🫣 . . . @falsesighted

Glasses with tinted lenses are removed and placed in their haversack in favor of darkvision once the shaking had stopped. Inspecting the rubble and cracks in the ceiling, they hoped the other half of their party was wise enough to go for help. They could hold out for a while but to many more strong earthquakes would be their demise long before anything like air flow and lack of water was. Aljari’s comment cause the ranger to roll their eyes.

❝ Must you always be so pessimistic? ❞ Dionisia inquired and rolled their eyes before yanking him up right. Their actions were rough as they made sure he was unhurt. Panic would do them no good nor would stating the obvious.

[elkenbulwark]

+ most vile thing you’ve ever done but feel no remorse about?

Such is the face of one who's not really willing to share with the class anymore. "Oh, I d'nno. How'sa bout your mother's rotting placenta-?"

[lathal]

@falsesighted, continued from here

"We have both if you want them, but if you don't clean the area properly first, you might get really sick later. The area hurts more, turns red, swells, and foul-smelling fluid starts draining from the area, and you get a fever, pain throughout your body, and nausea... it's nasty stuff, and a lot easier to prevent than it is to fix once symptoms begin," Iveani explained as she located the small bottle of alcohol she'd stashed away in the first aid kit. "I can numb the area before I use it first, if you'd like."

[apalestar]

✘ Why do you *really* hoard such smutty literature?

2/10 Truths @falsesighted

This he didn't mind answering. Even under a truth serum, he would have offered a straightforward reply. "Simple really. I find entertainment in the glaring inaccuracies. Terrible smut makes for an interesting read. I can share the worst of them if you'd like. They are disgusting—"

[bruinescence]

Aljari appears in front of him with a large and gift wrapped box. There’s an air of magic surrounding it and Jari hands it off to him. The gift is enchanted. When opened by the recipient it reveals something they didn’t know they wanted.

“Merry Christmas, Halsin. I thought about simply gifting you a box of grass but perhaps that would be too cruel.”

The sight of the box had summoned a weary smile from the druid, even more so as the wizard seems quite rushed to hand it off to him as if it might explode with one of the other's 'creative liberties'. "Jari? I believe I recall telling you before that I will not be holding your magical contraband-" At least not in front of city guards after their last loving escort to prison.

Though the holiday wishes clears up the confusion, albeit- invites a wry scoff at the suggestion he wouldn't enjoy a box of grass. "Thoughtful to a fault as always...now, what exactly did you bully into this box?" He wondered, taking a brief moment to peek inside after nudging the lid up. There' a quiet moment of observation in which he does not speak as he studies what's nestled in with the shadows at the bottom of the box. After a brief interlude, a warmer smile finds its way to his face and he closes the lid again, leaving the contents determined only by the softened nature of his gaze.

"My thanks-...I never would have thought about this. But, I'm glad that I have now."

[never-surrender]

brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair .

[[for Astarion]]

Astarion hums softly as his eyes slowly close, the feeling of the brush running through his hair was nothing short of delightful. While he didn't need help styling his har of course (it was short enough that it was easy to deal with), that didn't mean he wasn't one to indulge in the true pleasure of somebody doing it for him. "Ahhh... thank you, my friend, that was ... delightful."

[astaricn]

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

It was a rainy night. The dirt was now muddy and the air colder than usual- yes, fall was making it’s grand entrance. Aljari startles away and flails about like a fish in an attempt to fight off whatever was suddenly on top of him. After escaping that predicament he learns his tent posts have failed and fallen thanks to the mud- his tent had collapsed on him and was now soaking up rainwater. He sighs, looking around for a solution- honestly he’s too tired to think for long.

He pokes his head into Astarion’s tent, sitting there awkwardly and silent as he thinks of a way to ask his question. It doesn’t register how creepy this seems until it’s too late.

WHILE THE PARTY OFTEN SLEPT UNDER THE NIGHT SKY, the rain had caused everyone to retreat to their retrospective tents for tonight. He had initially planned to spend some of the night reading one of the books he'd found during the day, though had eventually settled for the night and shut his eyes so he could meditate.

He hadn't heard Aljari approach his tent, the rain muffling all noises and helping the vampire get into the right frame of mind to rest. Eventually something causes him to stir- perhaps a living, breathing being being near him causing his instincts to wake him. His eyes blinked open, and the moment that he catches someone in his tent he starts and sits up with alarm.

"What in the HELLS are you doing in my tent?" He keeps his voice quiet, though his annoyance and confusion was evident. "I know I am quite irresistible but even I have my limits."