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[gustava-the-great]

Tav’s eyes widened in surprise. She opened her mouth, as if to speak… before promptly closing it, when she didn’t know what to say.

Huh? What?

Raphael wanted to spend time… with HER? That… couldn’t be right.

The devil had only shown interest in her and her party of travellers when he wanted something. Whether it be their souls, or some sort of favour… and in some ways, Tav appreciated his degree of understated honesty.

He revealed who he was to them quickly, and although he said that he wanted to help out of the goodness of his heart, it was so blatantly obvious he was a self-serving creature. He didn’t even try to hide it when they first met.

But this… this was something else.

“You want to spend time… …with me?” The bard asked, hoping he’ll clarify. She couldn’t understand why Raphael would want such a thing. She assumed his words were empty flattery (although a part of her wanted to preen under his praise)… What could he hope to gain from this?

…And what did he mean by STRINGS?!

“Why me? …Is this another kind of sales pitch?” She frowned. "This is about my soul again, isn't it?"

The soft hum of distant festivity filtered through the evening air, a symphony of laughter and flickering campfire light. Yet Raphael’s arrival seemed to still the night itself, as though the shadows leaned in to better admire their master. He stood at the edge of the clearing, whiskey-colored eyes aglow with a predator's gleam. Draped in his usual finely tailored doublet, he leaned against a tree, his gaze ever searching.

And then, there she was. The apple of his eye.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite mortal mischief-maker.” His gaze traveled over her, slow, a caress without ever lifting a finger. “Though I must say, the shadows don’t do you justice. They hide all your... finer features.” Flaterrer.

He stepped forward, his presence bringing with it an almost tangible heat.

“How is it, my darling, that even with road dust clinging to your skin, you remain so utterly... delectable?” A smirk followed, smug and sharp as a blade. “If I were a lesser man, I might think you were trying to tempt me for once.”

// flirty raph ♥

It was rare for Tav to be away from the excitement of a party, usually being the first to grab the nearest friend and drag them into a dance.

But as much as the bard would love to join her friends and paint forest red, she needed time alone. Time to breathe. To think.

...That is until she was spooked by her favourite cambion showing up out of the blue, yet again.

"EEK!"

She was about to tell him off for always doing this, but his wandering gaze made her freeze, her hot-tempered words dying on her tongue.

Raphael has given her occasional looks like this in the past, but she tried not to pay too much attention to it. Maybe he was just admiring her clothes? They were the same ones she'd been wearing for days on end, but hey! They were awesome!

But this time... it was becoming a little too difficult to brush off his suggestive gaze. Not when he was... saying stuff like this.

"...Uhh... What?" Tav blinked slowly, regarding the devil with a bewildered expression, blush colouring her cheeks.

"...I. Uh. Um..."

She was at a loss for words. She hated being at a loss for words!

What was he up to? Why was he saying this to her? If he wants to compliment her, why was he saying it in such a way? Whatever happened to HELLO?!

[gustava-the-great]

If you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

[gustava-the-great]

It was bad enough the half-elf’s jaw wanted to drop at Raphael’s, frankly, glowing praise; his gorgeous, honeyed voice making it hard for her to tell if he was sincere or not.

But between him getting unbearably close to her, closer than he’s ever stood to her before… and his gentle, mocking tone, that managed to make her feel warm and soft, even as he talked down to her…

Tav felt as if she were going to collapse. This was dangerously close to flirting, and she didn’t know how to feel about RAPHAEL of all people doing it.

But then he touched her. So intimately, yet so innocently. The first time he ever laid a finger on her.

…Oh this fucking ARSEHO-

Tav stopped herself before she could flush even more. She held up a single finger Raphael, as if to tell him to wait, her face screwed up in concentration.

Don’t misread the situation. He probably wants something. He always does.

With a big inhale, and heavy exhale… she felt ready to try talking again.

She fixed her uninvited guest with a deliberately flat, unimpressed face. As if she were now making it her personal mission to undermine the cambion… as if she wasn’t obviously a puddle moments ago.

“Alright, Raphael. What do you want?” she asked, attempting to glare.

The soft hum of distant festivity filtered through the evening air, a symphony of laughter and flickering campfire light. Yet Raphael’s arrival seemed to still the night itself, as though the shadows leaned in to better admire their master. He stood at the edge of the clearing, whiskey-colored eyes aglow with a predator's gleam. Draped in his usual finely tailored doublet, he leaned against a tree, his gaze ever searching.

And then, there she was. The apple of his eye.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite mortal mischief-maker.” His gaze traveled over her, slow, a caress without ever lifting a finger. “Though I must say, the shadows don’t do you justice. They hide all your... finer features.” Flaterrer.

He stepped forward, his presence bringing with it an almost tangible heat.

“How is it, my darling, that even with road dust clinging to your skin, you remain so utterly... delectable?” A smirk followed, smug and sharp as a blade. “If I were a lesser man, I might think you were trying to tempt me for once.”

// flirty raph ♥

It was rare for Tav to be away from the excitement of a party, usually being the first to grab the nearest friend and drag them into a dance.

But as much as the bard would love to join her friends and paint forest red, she needed time alone. Time to breathe. To think.

...That is until she was spooked by her favourite cambion showing up out of the blue, yet again.

"EEK!"

She was about to tell him off for always doing this, but his wandering gaze made her freeze, her hot-tempered words dying on her tongue.

Raphael has given her occasional looks like this in the past, but she tried not to pay too much attention to it. Maybe he was just admiring her clothes? They were the same ones she'd been wearing for days on end, but hey! They were awesome!

But this time... it was becoming a little too difficult to brush off his suggestive gaze. Not when he was... saying stuff like this.

"...Uhh... What?" Tav blinked slowly, regarding the devil with a bewildered expression, blush colouring her cheeks.

"...I. Uh. Um..."

She was at a loss for words. She hated being at a loss for words!

What was he up to? Why was he saying this to her? If he wants to compliment her, why was he saying it in such a way? Whatever happened to HELLO?!

[gustava-the-great]

The soft hum of distant festivity filtered through the evening air, a symphony of laughter and flickering campfire light. Yet Raphael’s arrival seemed to still the night itself, as though the shadows leaned in to better admire their master. He stood at the edge of the clearing, whiskey-colored eyes aglow with a predator's gleam. Draped in his usual finely tailored doublet, he leaned against a tree, his gaze ever searching.

And then, there she was. The apple of his eye.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite mortal mischief-maker.” His gaze traveled over her, slow, a caress without ever lifting a finger. “Though I must say, the shadows don’t do you justice. They hide all your... finer features.” Flaterrer.

He stepped forward, his presence bringing with it an almost tangible heat.

“How is it, my darling, that even with road dust clinging to your skin, you remain so utterly... delectable?” A smirk followed, smug and sharp as a blade. “If I were a lesser man, I might think you were trying to tempt me for once.”

// flirty raph ♥

It was rare for Tav to be away from the excitement of a party, usually being the first to grab the nearest friend and drag them into a dance.

But as much as the bard would love to join her friends and paint forest red, she needed time alone. Time to breathe. To think.

...That is until she was spooked by her favourite cambion showing up out of the blue, yet again.

"EEK!"

She was about to tell him off for always doing this, but his wandering gaze made her freeze, her hot-tempered words dying on her tongue.

Raphael has given her occasional looks like this in the past, but she tried not to pay too much attention to it. Maybe he was just admiring her clothes? They were the same ones she'd been wearing for days on end, but hey! They were awesome!

But this time... it was becoming a little too difficult to brush off his suggestive gaze. Not when he was... saying stuff like this.

"...Uhh... What?" Tav blinked slowly, regarding the devil with a bewildered expression, blush colouring her cheeks.

"...I. Uh. Um..."

She was at a loss for words. She hated being at a loss for words!

What was he up to? Why was he saying this to her? If he wants to compliment her, why was he saying it in such a way? Whatever happened to HELLO?!

[gustava-the-great]

Tav almost jumped out of her skin after hearing the familiar baritone chuckle from afar. She’d recognise that mocking sound anywhere..

“Fuckin- Raphael-!” She sharply turned to face him, her face a mixture of surprise and annoyance. Mostly annoyance.

She hadn’t been alone with the devil before, only having spoken to him with her companions present. And she had to admit, she didn’t like being the only one he was speaking to right now.

Especially when he had just caught her arguing with a rodent.

Oh this bloody TWUNT!

Tav’s eyes narrowed in pure ire. “For your information; I haven't been bested… and I do NOT need help!”

She held a slightly dramatic hand up to the cambion, attempting to dismiss him.

"Stand aside, sunshine. Let me show you how the great Tav deals with sneaky thieves!"

She strode- no, practically swaggered over to the tree, as if Raphael's mockery was only making her double down on her attempts to feign confidence. She stood at the bottom of the tree, looking the squirrel dead in the eyes.

Silence followed. And then...

She got out a flute, and starting playing a very... aggressive sounding piece. Her brows were furrowed in concentration, and she looked braced as if she were in the middle of a fight.

Was she... trying to threaten the squirrel via song?

(gustava-the-great) In the distance, on the outskirts of where her companions have set up camp, Tav (the great) was alone, possibly for the first time since starting her adventure. But instead of attempting to compose her latest masterpiece, like she had originally planned, the bard had found herself in a furious altercation with... a squirrel?

"Give me back my ring, you sodding fluffball!!" She jabbed an accusatory finger at the perp, who was holding an emerald ring from atop a high tree branch.

From the shadows of the treeline, a velvety chuckle cut through the evening air. Leaning lazily against a nearby tree trunk, Raphael emerged into view. His human guise was as impeccable as ever: a sleek figure clad in finely tailored clothing. His hair was a perfectly styled sweep of brown, and those sharp whiskey eyes still held an infernal gleam that betrayed his true nature.

“My, my. Reduced to bartering with woodland creatures for trinkets? Oh, how the mighty bard has fallen.” His lips curled into a wolfish grin as he stepped closer, polished boots making not a single sound on the forest floor.

The squirrel, sensing perhaps an even greater predator in its midst, twitched its tail and scurried higher into the branches, the emerald ring glinting between its teeth. Raphael's gaze flicked briefly upwards before returning to her.

“Will your future ballad recount how the illustrious one was bested by... what was it? Ah yes, a 'sodding fluffball'” His voice dripped with mockery.

“Watching you flail about over that ring is rather endearing.” The grin widened. Smug bastard. “Shall I assist, my dear?”

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[gustava-the-great]

top five most important things you can give a character. 1. bisexuality. 2. autism. 3. so much negative rizz it loops around into irresistibility. 4. so many bad events. 5. a coping mechanism that’s cute and silly provided you don’t think about it too hard