#interaction ☾

[kalliastheforward]

Date: Recent days Location: Any coast in Lysara Characters: @truthfulbelladona & @kalliastheforward Notes: oh hello again

"Hey, Silver," he called out, grinning from the side of the ship. Kallias jumped down, graceful as he landed on a few transportation boxes. He might've remembered her name if she'd told him, but the druid was so easily distinguishable from the crowd in that silverly white hair. He remembered other things more clearly, including every one of her freckles, scars and other features hidden behind her clothing. However, if he told every single bedmate he remembered them that way, they'd probably want to lock him up. Kallias jumped down from the boxes as well, landing on the dock.

"Remember me? If you're looking for the fancy merchant vessels, you're on the wrong side of the marina."

[kalliastheforward]

Kallias was feeling more like himself now, his interest piqued and some of his trust officially earned. He was usually the loud and over-friendly sort and it wasn't usually like him to be so closed up and cold. This particular forest brought out the worst in him, but at least the Queen wasn't insufferable. It was like talking to an interesting lady in a tavern and he opened up easier now.

"Born right here in these very woods, your wolfness. Witch father, wolf mother from what the sailor told the matron when he left me with her. Never knew the 'rents," he recounted with a rueful smile. "Caribella orphanage raised me until I got tired of them. Known only the streets, docks and open sea for the better part of my life." He grinned, gesturing up to the sky - though it was still daylight so far. "The moon's been my light, the stars have been my guides."

"That's incredibly kind of you considering I spend a lot of time hearing how I can't possibly own a hairbrush." Haven, the Wildlands, it might be in Lysara but Aurea had grown up forced into dresses and corsets and being preached to about propriety and 'the game' and such. She doesn't care now, she knows that while she loves a dress, she favors mobility and a sturdy pair of boots. There's hints here and there of her status, more casual circlets inlaid with moonstone, her couple of rings, the craftsmanship of her coat, but there's dirt under her fingernails and some days the hairbrush really does get forgotten. She feels far from the lady her mother wanted her to be. "I was raised in Eastreach, I left to travel the moment I could. What about you?"

[crsssie]

dearest deity - leon kennedy x deity!reader (inspo by chesue)

Leon has a set routine that he has grown used to. He wakes up, and he prepares fruit from the garden for the small temple his family has passed down to him, two peaches placed at the altar before he goes back to prepare his own breakfast.

His family has passed down the art of worshipping a forgotten deity— one whose marble statue has chipped and grown covered in vines. Yet, Leon follows the routine, singing hymns in the temple at noon, tending and snipping the herbs that grow beautifully around the marble, blue eyes stuck to the beauty of the forgotten god that only his family tended to.

How lonely they must be.

At sunset, he lights the four candles at the foot of the statue by the altar, lowering himself onto his knees, whispering a prayer passed down for centuries in his house, eyes closed and heart still as he chants.

Typically, he finishes the prayer and the four candles go out on their own.

This time, however, he finishes and the candles stay lit.

He wonders if he should try again to pray, but as he opens his mouth to start again, two snakes slither from both sides, curling up the body of the statue as a comet passes in the sky, and Leon is startled to the ground. He falls backward, watching as a glow of gold erupts from the statue as the snakes turn into the same marble, and the altar cracks, tablet in the front sliding down as a shadow is revealed.

The body.

A body.

Someone opens their eyes from the inside of the altar.

You open your eyes from the inside of the altar.

"Where... am I?"

Leon would recognize that face anywhere, and at that moment, all he can do is thank the skies above for what is about to be graced with.

"Oh, sweet heavens of health." He whispers. "Do forgive this mere human for what he is about to do."

He takes a step closer, offering his hand to you, his veil sliding down his hair.

"Welcome to earth, dearest deity. This mere worshipper greets you."

You blink down at Leon slowly, tilting your head.

"The heavens greet you, kind man. Pray tell, what you wished to receive from a minor god of healing?"

"Nothing." He breathes.

God, if he could keep worshipping you for the rest of his life, then he would be fine.

"Nothing at all, dearest deity."

[lunarlighxt]

i keep seeing thunderbolts* roleplay accs n i want to participate but what do i do :((

[hedda-o]

📌 Terraza

El aire fresco de la terraza envolvía a Hedda con un respiro bienvenido tras el ambiente cargado del salón principal. Su vestido, ajustado y brillante como escamas al reflejo de las luces, se movía con ella mientras avanzaba hasta la baranda. Desde ahí, la vista de Suiza se extendía como una pintura viva, con las luces de la ciudad parpadeando en la distancia. Encendió un cigarrillo con la calma de quien ya domina el gesto, llevándolo a sus labios antes de exhalar el humo con un suspiro distraído. Había algo en la noche que la hacía sentir más ligera, más propensa a las conversaciones que, quizás, a la mañana siguiente parecerían demasiado personales. Sin apartar la vista del paisaje, giró apenas la cabeza hacia la persona que la acompañaba. "qué clima pésimo, ¿no crees?" su tono era casual, casi entretenido. La opinión ajena ciertamente efectuaría acciones de muy poco peso ante la opinión ya formada de la obstinada noruega, mas un tanto de charla para alejar los fantasmas de su cerebro sería favorable y de alguna ayuda. A veces, el sonido del silencio aturdía demasiado como para sólo ignorarlo "ese cielo gris es realmente desagradable…" afirmó, dedicándole (ahora sí) una mirada a la otra persona y apartándose el cabello rubio del rostro con la mano libre "¿viniste a respirar o a escapar?"

[kalliastheforward]

Date: Recent days Location: Any coast in Lysara Characters: @aurixeris & @kalliastheforward Notes: touché

"If it isn't the dirty thief," he greeted pleasantly, ironically. Kallias teased her, because he'd made his sleight of hand quite obvious so she'd follow him. Tonight, the dirty thief was Kallias. In his hand he held up a very nice, expensive hair clip that had been in Auri's hair not a moment ago... But since Eris was clearly wearing his old coat, he figured it was well-deserved.

"Trade you for my coat back."

[kalliastheforward]

Kallias had known enough death in his life to be well aware that Drystan's generous assumptions were false. And though he didn't know the younger thief too well, he could also assume that he was a lot smarter than he was pretending to be. Just the fact that he was trying to downplay the situation made Kallias believe that, maybe, Drystan was even being thoughtful and generous. That only made him more certain he owed this man everything. "Saved me a lot more than that, kid," he breathed out, massaging the spot above his heart that seemed to be thundering still - adrenaline coursing through him.

He took a deep breath for the sake of his nervous system, calming and gazing over at the other. "This ain't business anymore, I owe you one." He nodded to himself and took a ring off his finger - one that he got from his crew. "Keep this. Whenever you need anything from The Leviathan Armada, it's your's, Fiore. Not going to take no for an answer." He was well aware there wasn't as much habitual camaraderie between Thieves in the Guild than there was among pirates, but he didn't care. Once the wolf's loyalty was won, it was unshakeable.

Drystan’s fingers twitched, resisting the urge to rub his temples. The other's words set off every internal alarm he had. That was the kind of nonsense that led to misplaced gratitude, which led to attachment, which led to complications he absolutely did not have time for.

He scoffed, standing and dusting off his gloves as if the whole ordeal had been nothing more than an inconvenience. “Oh, please. You weren’t going to die.”

The lie came smoothly, as easy as breathing. Drystan gestured vaguely toward the ledge. “You’d have landed on that awning, probably broken a rib at worst. And even if that wasn’t the case, you’d have pulled yourself up eventually.” He waved a hand dismissively. “I just saved you some effort.”

[thel0re]

surprise starter for @wayw4rd (jinu) from rumi

“took  you  long  enough.”  rumi  announced  the  moment  she  heard  jinu's  footsteps  come  up  from  behind  her.  turning  to  face  the  demon  as  she  stood  at  the  entrance  of  the  aquarium.  arms  crossed  in  front  of  her  chest  as  she  fought  in  her  mind  on  why  she  kept  coming  back  to  meet  him.  if  her  girls  and  aunt  could  see  her  now?  she'd  be  dead!  “so  why  did  you  choose  an  aquarium?”

[survivortorn]

open to all

"valentines is over, so everyone should put away there lovey-dovey crap for another year. besides who the fuck needs to plaster their love for everyone to see.. it's a fucking day, you should be saying and showing that l word to that person all the time not one fucking day of the year." a small roll of her eyes and arms soon folded. "it makes me want to vomit.. this is worse than a torture device."

[eclipsedevune]

You're safe here. You can rest now. (for Evune)

/ @daggersslove (Khalid)

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It had been three days since Jaheira and Khalid had told her the truth. The truth about her parentage. She knew she was adopted, that part was never a secret. What she didn’t know was that her biological mother was priestess of Bhaal who planned to sacrifice her to bring Bhaal back from the dead, and her father was Bhaal himself. She wanted to believe it was some kind of sick joke or a mistake but she knew it wasn’t. The strange dreams, her frequent nightmares, why these assassins were hired to kill her specifically; it all made sense.

What didn’t make sense was how everyone was not treating this as a big deal- how was everyone so normal about this? Though she was also trying to act as if everything was business as usual.

It’s a lie, she had barely slept the past three days. She didn’t want the dreams to come back, she didn’t want that stupid voice to tell her ‘you will learn’ again. Learn what? To be a murderer? She’d never do something like that- she wasn’t that type of person.

But then she thought about the prophecy that caused this mess, “Chaos will be sewn from their passage. So sayeth the wise Alaundo” and chaos had certainly followed her, and in turn followed everyone around her, the people she cared about, people she loved. Gorion was the prime example of that. She could be an absolute angel but others would still come after her.

When Khalid spoke she hadn’t even realized she was pacing around the camp,

“Hm? I… I don’t need to rest,” she says.

If only she didn’t wear her feelings on her sleeve. She knew he would be able to tell she was lying if it wasn’t obvious from the bags under her eyes. She sighs before sitting next to him.

“How am I supposed to just go to bed as if nothings changed?” She looked up at the moon, her namesake, funny how her name tied her to a different god, maybe they did that on purpose.

“I mean, I guess nothings actually changed but it feels like it has.”

Then again, if he was telling her that she was safe, maybe she should listen. He obviously believed in her enough to be around her for her entire life.

“I’m not making sense. Maybe I do need to sleep.”

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[kalliastheforward]

Kallias laughed at the retort. Though a werewolf could indeed lie, he had not. It would always be Yannis first that Kallias cheered for when it came to the Colisseum; that special bond that formed between criminals was something Kallias had always treasured.

His voice raised a bit as he continued, loudly scandalized. "Some folks at the tavern were talking about that, uh, vampire... Valyrian something, whatever - the vampire who attacked Eterna!" He said, banging once at the table. "He escaped or something? How'd he manage all that magic and drama? Insanity. Closing up the games and businesses in the city... How are you supposed to make your coin?" He started to flag down a server. "This one will be on me," he insisted with a smirk. "No shortage of coin on the high seas." Kallias made a habit of insinuating Yannis should be a pirate whenever they met. "So, what's Penelope been saying?"

“Well I best be your favourite, I’d be offended if i wasn’t. I always have time for you Kallias.” Yannis apperiacted the man greatly, who else would let Yannis take the hit for their crimes? He knew a thief that was very territorial of their reputation and wouldn’t let him take the fall just out of sure ego. Maybe them both being overly friendly was why the got along so well, Yannis treat everyone like they were his brother, and didn’t hesitate in grabbing the other man shoulder back and giving it a firm shake.

“Training me hard, pushing me everyday for that pound of flesh. I haven’t had a match in the sand yet. Whatever went on out there has put a halt to games.” It’s was the most frustrating part he was so close he could practically taste it and now these dark creatures had to come and ruin it. “I hope they open back up soon.” He wanted his blood to hit the sand as well as his opponents, he wanted a legendary match, the crowd to scream his name. “Penelope isn’t so please though.”

[botanikos]

Hey, can I have your attention for just a moment? Yes? FANTASTIC!

Here we go then —

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[desiredrivcn]

jing yuan, sipping his tea because he knows a certain trailblazing archivist bites and will bribe one out of him.

[engelsindleuchtfeuer]

for: anyone! (cap of 4!) (2/4) event: Pumpkin Palooza @cardinalstart

Ludwig stood behind his booth; a warm smile etched onto his face. He surveyed the vibrant festival that was bustling around him. The crisp air carried a scent of pumpkin and nutmeg. While crisp, he was still able to keep warm by hovering his hands near the steam that was billowing from the pot of traditional German Glühwein. Pumpkins, hay bales and various other booths were scattered about, a perfect backdrop to the laughter and music mingling in the air. For three years now, he had been happy to call this festival, the Pumpkin Palooza, his favorite event of the year. Each year he shared a piece of his German heritage with the community. Every time he became a little more familiar to the locals and he reveled in this sense of belonging.

He waited for someone to approach and reflected on the faces that he'd come to know and love -- people who returned year after year, eager for a taste of the sweet, comforting beverage. Ludwig wore his traditional Pumpkin Palooza attire; a cozy vest over a white shirt, accented with a colorful fall colored scarf. It fluttered in the wind as he wiped his hands on an orange checkered cloth.

The Pumpkin Palooza was in full swing and a familiar pang of anticipation stirred inside of him as he scanned the crowd. He hoped to see some regulars today -- exhausted parents in search of a warm drink, friends perusing for free samples and perhaps a few new faces.

Then he spotted someone who appeared to be coming towards him. Ludwig gave a nod of his head, calling out with a friendly smile "Hey! You know you want some of this spiced German wine, come give it a taste!"

[kalliastheforward]

"Damn, that's crazy," Kallias muttered, nodding slowly. He pushed his barely-touched goblet of hot mead over the other. It wasn't often that the Armada had business in Veilcrest, but it was still a friendly place for pirates. Kallias was acting Captain of the Leviathan for the moment, only until their true Captain returned from his necessary journey. The burden of leadership was reduced in quiet nights at a tavern, the rest of the crew gone to mingle with some other pirates outside that were also docked nearby with them. Kallias was looking for some time alone from the crew, which was rare, but also very much needed when he felt overwhelmed.

Clearly though, he had little to complain about. Being Quartermaster was a gift; this stranger was more than half nude in the middle of a winter's night and slave to a vampiric creature. Kallias didn't really have anything personal against strigoi or dhampirs, but they were pretty weird. Thralls were weirder. "At least drink something for the warmth. You could probably cut your master with those nips, sheesh."

who?: open to all || capped at 2 replies where?: veilcrest when?: in the now

Kian had tried to tell Valdís that the Tower was a waste of her time, that he had claimed more power for himself in the years following the abandonment of his trials than anything those Olympians could've taught him. She didn't listen, which meant her crew would be without his aid until they returned. Hopefully, she had a crew to return to because The Dreadnought would be in hiding until then. He was too annoyed about his bad gamble to care much about keeping them alive for Valdís to return to.

The Deadlands seemed like the best place to hide. Lady Aetos never committed crimes there, and Kian could adopt a temporary mask of a loyal thrall. It was easy to find a wealthy vampire to bite his neck and even easier to use the blood they ingested to hex the vampire for leverage. He didn't want much, just permission to wear a mask and follow the vampire around Veilcrest as a loyal, leashed thrall in exchange for not inflicting the vampire with unimaginable pain. Everybody won, except Kian, who was beginning to feel shortchanged. A life of opulence in the role of pet was incredibly dull. Moments of independence were far and few between but cherished nonetheless. That's why he wasn't willing to risk losing it. "Forgive me, but my Master's kindness extends so far. If I keep him waiting, he won't let me out by myself any longer," he says worriedly to the one stopping him, trying not to gag as he did. Kian served no one, but his collar and skimpy attire conveyed that his body was meant for the pleasure of a superior. A kept thrall didn't have time to waste. Beneath his mask, his eyes were pointed and focused, but his voice remained as meek and needy as he could manage. "I can feel his hunger growing with each passing second. The worse it gets, the rougher he is with me, which is … so enjoyable, but even I have limits. I hope I haven't offended you? I just really really want to get back to him…"

[coldbloodedd]

who:  open  (@bloodnglorystart)

where:  sip  happens

the  bar  was  dim,  the  kind  of  place  that  didn’t  ask  questions  and  didn’t  care  about  the  blood  on  your  collar.  cleo  slid  into  her  usual  spot  at  the  far  end,  back to  the  wall,  view  of  the  door.

one  whiskey  in,  and  the  tight  coil  in  her  chest  still  hadn’t  loosened.

her  scrubs  were  swapped  for  black  jeans  and  a  leather  jacket,  but  the  exhaustion  clung  to  her  like  smoke.  a  cigarette  burned  in  the  ashtray  beside  her,  lipstick-stained  glass  in  front  of  her,  untouched  but  necessary.

she’d  stitched  up  two  gang  members,  held  a  kid’s  heart  in  her  hands  for  twenty  minutes,  and  told  a  mother  her  son  didn’t  make  it—all  before  midnight.

sip  happens  was  the  only  place  she  let  herself  fall  apart,  and  even  then,  only  in  the  quietest  ways.  a  drink.  a  drag.  a  silence  no  one  dared  to  interrupt.

so  when  someone  slid  into  the  space  beside  her,  she  didn’t  look.  didn’t  move.  just  lifted  her  glass.

“unless  you’re  bleeding  out  or  buying  me  another  round,  i’m  not  interested.”