#mccnrxse

[itsalcngstory]

[SOOTHE] - for Aristeo to comfort Nysa while they’re having a nightmare, trying to keep Nysa asleep.

It's simply another night sleeping on her bedroll, the rolling thunderstorm perhaps a comfort and aid to sleep for some, the crackling of the fire another means of letting other sleep without too much worry.

Yet, the genasi has been tossing and turning for some time, curling in on herself like a frieightened child, teeth gritting as a hand cutches to her attire at her chest. Cerulean wild magic flickers beneath cracked scars, the worst and brightest illuminating from her chest. it's decently healed after some time, but if one took a closer inspection - it was once a gaping hole in her chest, a crater in amethyst skin.

There's comforting words a near fog, yet familiar in tone and voice, flinching away from the hand that nearly touches at her shoulder, brows furrowing on her features as teeth grit. There's even just the lightest glisten of damp trails on her features.

"no, no-"

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[fereldensheroesa]

@mccnrxse, Gale for Astarion (the wheel has spoken)

As pressing as matters were and as odd as the group's situation was, he couldn't help but think the vampire of this motley crew was a particularly curious case. The parasite had changed him in ways that shouldn't be possible. Like it was... protecting. A vampire who could no longer burn in the sun... yet the thirst remained? Where was the line in what this illithid creature would do? And how could it save Astarion in ways that it wasn't saving himself or Karlach, both were approaching what could easily be their dooms...

As all of this ran through his mind, he was absolutely unaware of the passage of time. And the fact that his gaze had never once left Astarion in the process. Wonderful and accidental staring.

[loyalborn]

@mccnrxse sent: ❛ tell me what you want. ❜ [ haarlep & wanda ]

With Raphael's voice still as their own, Haarlep laughed. Had they been in their true form, it would have been higher pitched and come out as a giggle. But Raphael didn't giggle, so Haarlep didn't either.

"Little mouse," they cooed. They brushed the back of their hand against her face so not to inflict any damage with their claws. It would be a shame to see such beautiful flesh torn open. "I believe I'm supposed to be asking that question." Haarlep wasn't made to be pleased, but to pleasure others. It was cute, though, that she was interested in their desires. Cute, but foolish.

[alittlebitofmuse]

"If you're gonna kill a bunch of people, you might as well have fun with it." ( from Astarion, to Halsin )

Halsin frowned. He thought that was an abysmal mentality on the subject.

" I will not pretend to understand how you can make light of such a situation... " he said, an element of restraint in his voice, " ...But I know I shall enter and leave this battle with a heavy heart. "

[f4rgd]

@mccnrxse continued.

He'd known Gale long enough, intimately enough, to know when something wasn't quite right. There was something in the air and while he didn't like to think on it - he knew what it was. His opinions regarding the Goddess Mystra had been kept to himself - they would continue to be, but he would not bite his tongue his tongue when it came to the choices Gale made, whether that made him selfish or not.

" I think you've had too much wine, " A smile settles on his lips as his fingers gently squeeze the wizards, the other reaching to settle at his waist, tips curling into the top of his pants. " - and I've tried to change but luckily for you I have failed. " He'd been trapped, lost in his own head, in his own world and truthfully there was little hope until Gale had returned. He'd held out for him.

But he knew that smile - he knew it was only half of the smile he'd seen complimenting his features in the past. " What's going on in that head of yours? You're not really considering what she said, are you? I will not let you. "

[hcadlesshuntcr]

∗ 6o﹕ sender claps a hand over receiver’s mouth to silence them . ( from Kaylessa )

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺... || Accepting!

In a flash, she turns around, her hand flying over your mouth. The sound of surprise that escapes you is cut short with her shushing. You growl in annoyance through her hand, until she sees what it is she's urging your silence for. Up ahead, you hear the voices. Two Githyanki and some Halflings. Cultists, judging by their attire. The silver Absolutist pendants shining in the mountain sun's orange glow.

One tries to run away, but is quickly cut off in the attempt. An arrow through her torso. Kaylessa and you both visibly retract as the body hits the ground. With the remaining halflings in tow, the Githyanki retreat back into their monastery. The hearts of their prisoners pounding, audible to you from the other side of the covered court. The door slams behind them, you pull Kaylessa from your mouth with a grumble.

"I wasn't even talkin'."

[faerunscursed]

[MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on Karlach's face, Astarion cups their face in order to keep them still.

Karlach had never been a makeup person, even before her time in Avernus. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, simply because she was a tiefling. And while Tiefings were not uncommon in Baldurs Gate, they weren't always treated with decency. So, why put on make up when it would only make her more of something to poke at?

This was the same mentality that Karlach had as a grown woman. However, Astarion simply had a whim to put even just the faintest bit of make up on her and she didn't say no. That didn't mean she wasn't going freak the fuck out. She had no idea what he was doing to her face, and that caused an anxiety spike.

"I swear if you're making me look like some damn clown, you and I are going to have words." Karlach muttered as she tried her best to contain the constant anxiety of it all. More importantly she was highly insecure already. No amount of make up could distract from just how much a fiend she looked like, from her more impish tail to her curved devil-like horns...

"You know, no amount of makeup his going to hide all of my flaws right?" Karlach said, though tried to hide her insecurity through a fake smile. "Why are you doing this anyway? Since when do you care about fucking make up of all things?"

[featherfletched]

♡ [ from aristeo ]

ATTRACTION MEME // @mccnrxse ➸

●●●●● | ATTRACTION ●●●○○ | AFFECTION ●●●●● | INTEREST ●●●●● | LOYALTY ●●●●● | TRUST

[itsalcngstory]

“  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ” Karlach + Eris (!!!)

"It's fine - I'm fine, they're dead, promise. . . "

She's standing before the taller tiefling, a near sway to her stance as she feels familiar warmth from Karlach's hands on her cheeks. Crimson ichor stains and mingles with her own crimson skin, some of it her own, some of the freshly deceased she defeated on the way back to camp. To state she was unscathed was far from the truth - there's a deep wound in her side that continues to stain dark attire, brings a lightheadedness to her that has her nearly collapsing if she hadn't decided to fall into Karlach instead.

"I just. . .need to rest. . ."

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[fereldensheroesa]

@mccnrxse asked:

“you’re looking at me funny.” ( from astarion, to: up to you )

Her nose wrinkled as he spoke. Her thoughts had been running. Those dark thoughts. Fangs latching onto a jugular, sinking deep. The rending of flesh and vein. The beautiful red spray of a torn artery. The gargled gasps and choking. A hand rose to pinch the bridge of her nose then.

"Sorry. My thoughts were miles away. I'm forming a habit of that--- assuming it's a new habit."

[loyalborn]

@mccnrxse sent: ❝ it's good to see you again, mom ❞ ( from astarion )

For a moment, Estelle thought she was dead, that she died and had forgotten her own death. That would be why her son, long dead and pale as snow, appeared before her. He was here to escort her to the afterlife.

But he was different, and not in ways one would expect a ghost to be. Red eyes and new scars on his neck. Silver eyebrows drew together as she took him in. Surely he would have appeared in the clothes he was either killed in, or buried in. But instead he wore something entirely different.

It felt silly, realizing her son was still alive all because of some clothes. But with it, her lips began to tremble and tears filled her eyes. She became an unstoppable force as she closed the space between them and wrapped him in a tight hug. "My little star," she sobbed. "My baby boy."

[alittlebitofmuse]

"He does have a hell of an ass." ( from Shadowheart, to Astarion )

" Mmm... "

Astarion hummed thoughtfully, tilting his head to the other side to get a different perspective. He brought a delicate hand to his chin as he admired the Archdruid's backside with the cleric. They currently had a great view as the other man was bent slightly over the campfire.

" Indeed, he does... " he mused, casting a playful sideways glance at Shadowheart, " Do you ever wonder if every aspect of him is so large--? "

[f4rgd]

@mccnrxse : ❛  you just go to sleep. i'll watch over you tonight.  ❜ [ kaylessa saying that while gale is not around 👀 ]

He didn't know if the lack of sleep he'd been getting was obvious or not, but her offer didn't go unappreciated. Aksel was used to long nights, even when Gale was around he had a tendency to stay up and watch the door if they were at his place. It was only when he stayed at the wizard's home that he allowed himself to get some rest. Paranoia ate away at him, he cared more for Gale's safety than he did sleep - no matter how well the wizard could protect himself.

" You do not have to, " The smith rubbed at his eyes trying to wish away the need for sleep that threatened to have them shut. " I am very familiar with not getting enough sleep. " He looked to her with a soft smile. " Do you not need it? "

[infinitysagas]

Sender: @mccnrxse Prompt:    “   I followed you in, and I'll follow you out.   ” (for either Tarzan or Geralt, from either Kaya or Astarion)

“I hardly expect such loyalty.” Not because he thought them impossible of showing it, but because Tarzan knew he was the sort to seek out dangerous situations. The thrill of the adventure above the risks involved. In the wilds that did inspire a certain amount of loyalty, why wouldn't you pledge yourself to someone who has survived so long in a multitude of circumstances? Here things weren't quite the same.

[dreadgloom]

" red looks good on you. " [ from astarion ]

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff . . . accepting . . . @mccnrxse

The drow’s ears twitched at the compliment as they sheathed their short swords. Dror Ragzlin lay between the two rogues as his life blood pooled on the broken stone floor from the numerous stabs and slices the pair had dealt the hobgoblin. ❝ You did good as well. But stay focused, the drow is next. Once she is taken care of I will be happy to trade banter and mild flirtations once more. ❞ The ranger rolled their stiff shoulders. Just a few moments could be spared to loot the corpses before they would have to move if they wanted to be able to catch the last camp leader by surprise.

[cffidelityy]

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds ( from kaylessa )

She tries to sit as still as possible as the sorceress tends to her wound. Typically the roles are reversed, but Sigyn can still barely move her other arm, so she has no choice but to let the other woman fuss over her. "Thank you Kaylessa, I appreciate the help. I hate that I allowed myself to get hurt like this."