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Mayday, mayday! I'm going down, I'm obsessed, I'm doomed, send help.

The first bit of actual writing I've done for Fearne/Poska, with way more to come, I have no doubt.

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Poska watches through a grimy window as the faun sits at the bar, nursing a drink all on her lonesome so late at night. It feels too lucky to be anything but a trap. Which is why Poska has been standing here between an empty, broken-down cart and some crates, slouched against the exterior of the tavern as she waits to see if anyone will join her quarry.

A few minutes pass… then five… then ten. And no one of note enters. The faun remains alone at the bar, occasionally chatting to the elf-orc bartender as she sips on her drink.

Poska waits until the glass is refilled before she finally enters the tavern. Rolling her shoulders, she opens the door just enough to slip inside without ringing the bell that hangs from a beam near the frame.

No matter how light her steps, the faun’s long ear twitches ever so slightly in her direction as she approaches; when Poska slides into the seat right beside the faun’s, that ear swivels to face her before Fearne herself does.

Poska intentionally does not look at her. She catches the bartender’s eye and smiles as she gestures towards Fearne’s drink, ordering the same for herself. She watches the elf-orc pour the drink and curls her shoulders slightly to lean casually against the bar, not at all bending beneath the weight of the faun’s gaze. She does not even react when Fearne turns to face her, frilly skirts and strange knees brushing against the supple leather covering Poska’s thigh.

Poska waits until her drink is set before her, and she takes a slow sip before she finally turns her head to look at the faun in return.

Fearne has her elbow resting against the bar, jaw lazily cupped in the palm of her hand. Long talons extending from a blackened hand carefully weave through her pale green hair, the sharpened tip of her pinky finger slowly tapping against her cheekbone.

Poska follows the line of that deadly-looking claw up to acidic green irises wrapped around prey pupils, oval and large and shining with the torchlight and maybe something even brighter.

Fearne looks not the least bit surprised to see her.

“Poska,” she says, and Poska grits her teeth at the way she says her name, like she’s holding the most delectable sweet on her tongue—savoring it.

“You cut your hair,” she says, and her eyes crinkle as she smiles. “Cute.”

Poska might just be the slightest bit surprised.

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Mayday, mayday! I'm going down, I'm obsessed, I'm doomed, send help.

The first bit of actual writing I've done for Fearne/Poska, with way more to come, I have no doubt.

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Poska watches through a grimy window as the faun sits at the bar, nursing a drink all on her lonesome so late at night. It feels too lucky to be anything but a trap. Which is why Poska has been standing here between an empty, broken-down cart and some crates, slouched against the exterior of the tavern as she waits to see if anyone will join her quarry.

A few minutes pass… then five… then ten. And no one of note enters. The faun remains alone at the bar, occasionally chatting to the elf-orc bartender as she sips on her drink.

Poska waits until the glass is refilled before she finally enters the tavern. Rolling her shoulders, she opens the door just enough to slip inside without ringing the bell that hangs from a beam near the frame.

No matter how light her steps, the faun’s long ear twitches ever so slightly in her direction as she approaches; when Poska slides into the seat right beside the faun’s, that ear swivels to face her before Fearne herself does.

Poska intentionally does not look at her. She catches the bartender’s eye and smiles as she gestures towards Fearne’s drink, ordering the same for herself. She watches the elf-orc pour the drink and curls her shoulders slightly to lean casually against the bar, not at all bending beneath the weight of the faun’s gaze. She does not even react when Fearne turns to face her, frilly skirts and strange knees brushing against the supple leather covering Poska’s thigh.

Poska waits until her drink is set before her, and she takes a slow sip before she finally turns her head to look at the faun in return.

Fearne has her elbow resting against the bar, jaw lazily cupped in the palm of her hand. Long talons extending from a blackened hand carefully weave through her pale green hair, the sharpened tip of her pinky finger slowly tapping against her cheekbone.

Poska follows the line of that deadly-looking claw up to acidic green irises wrapped around prey pupils, oval and large and shining with the torchlight and maybe something even brighter.

Fearne looks not the least bit surprised to see her.

“Poska,” she says, and Poska grits her teeth at the way she says her name, like she’s holding the most delectable sweet on her tongue—savoring it.

“You cut your hair,” she says, and her eyes crinkle as she smiles. “Cute.”

Poska might just be the slightest bit surprised.

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I think I just got married to someone on S:COTL cause what is this

WHAT ARE WE.

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@mehoymalloy i stg i love your fics if you give me fearne and poska i will draw so much fanart

How could you ask me to be anything other than what I am?

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My favorite city gardener

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why are you attacking her. why is your first instinct to draw blood. i will do anything to protect her. even if i have to slaughter all of you.

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fuuuuuck. i forgot how amazing aabria is. can you imagine imogen dm'd by aabria???

"you use Detect Thoughts on laudna and here's what you hear. but i should ask you, did you choose to hear it in her voice or delilah's?"

"you peel away from their mind, having known enough, but here's what you failed to pick up..."

the psychological terror this woman will inflict on imogen/laura on a meta level will add years to my life.

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aimee carrero's ability to absolute devestate you and then immediately say the funniest shit ever and then devestate you again... truly went to the sam riegel school of d&d playing.

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best first half ever

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Opals magic is a wine red color now 😰😰

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Ooooo aabria you wanna bring back poska so bad i know it please

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CROWN KEEPERS CROWN KEEPERS CROWN KEEP-

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I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE @quiddie

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Its because she sucks on lemons for fun

Cringe-fail Tridentarius no. 2 WIP

Love drawing biblically accurate tlt necromancers being walking corpses