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❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜ - Gwen to Gale

an assortment of dialogue prompts // accepting! // @tadbitfooled

A hand moves to rub at his face, trying to will himself to look over the scrolls once more. He still needed to study these, to focus before he could even think of taking a break. Then there was dinner to plan for the next few days, then inventory, and then--- Her voice cuts through his mental list and the wizard lets out a small chuckle. Normally it's a question he would ask the hardworking woman. Tease her over. But now he was on the other end of it. "If I answer that, you will become most cross with me." He answered with that boyish charm that had been working for him so far.

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The hug feels like a band-aid on his open wound, knowing damn well it won't hold back the injury from getting worse but it's something. It's something to keep him from breaking and thinking about all the patients he lost this week alone, the way he can still hear them sometimes in the hallways. Nikky breathed deeply, collasping into those open arms that always had room for him. No matter if he was being an ass or not. And Nikky was indeed an ass most of the time. "I know." He says, his voice low and broken, trying to stop the shaking from happening. The way his voice will crack. He knows it. He can feel it. A small chip off his shoulder, threatening to fall at his feet completely. "I know. It's important. I wouldn't ask you not to go. I wouldn't ask you to give up something you are good at and love." Not for me. He thinks. Not for me. "Are you sure? You can-- I mean, you won't get in trouble?"

Sam knew that there wasn't much he could do other than let Nikky get it all out. It wasn't easy and he knew it was harder on the younger man. True the move to Seattle had been difficult for them both and he had spent a lot of time dragging his feet about leaving the ranch, but he had done it so Nikky could work at the hospital he wanted to work at while he learned. Yet each thing that his husband brought up felt like a knife in the chest. It had been difficult to make the move but they had both agreed. They had talked about him leaving his job verses staying in it, and had come to an agreement that he would keep his job but at a reduced rate.

As soon as Nikky got in front of him and Sam could see the tears in his face, any fight or argument he had in him left. Without hesitation he reached out, arms curling around the surgeon's shoulders to pull him into a hug. "I know, baby. I know you do, and I know you wouldn't ask me to stay." He knew that Nikky wanted him to stay, wanted to ask without asking, and there was a part of Sam that wanted to give in to that. A soft sigh left his lips, even as he pulled the doctor closer. "It won't be much longer, Nik, but it's my job. Rossi had to go and I have to fill in, but it won't be much longer. I can't.. they need my help, just like your patients need you. I have to go, but.. maybe I can put it off. For tonight."

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Gladiator (2000)

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" the sky set to burst the gold and the rust the color erupts you filling my cup the sun coming up. "

@redteethed

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Gale listened, his eyes thoughtful and kind. Moments like this were precious and information that was given was to be treated carefully and held softly in his hands. Never tossed aside, never used as a weapon. Never used so carelessly. The wizard knew this and took it to heart. So when Kristen speaks, Gale listened. He had a moment where he frowned, his heart aching for the woman in front of him. To be used for violence was something a lot of their lot dealt with. It made his own story seem. . . small in comparison. "I want that for you too." He replied, the smile softly returning to his lips as he took a sip of his wine. That was a good question. What did he want? Before all this, to be rid of the damn orb. To gain Mystra's forgiveness. To be able to live or die. Now? He wasn't sure. "The future for me is not set in stone yet." His eyes flickered towards the city, watching the sky melt against the buildings and setting of the stars and moon that would peek their way through soon. "I think I. . . still stuck between two things. As silly as that is."

𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 , cold even at times. she'll just never approach her background and trauma with a softness like gale , wyll , or karlach can. it's just that in the past few months with this crew , she's also come to learn that she does not adore violence. she would prefer a reigning sense of peace for her soul. sometimes the violence is necessary , sometimes it's still healing. but she's tired.

... and the view is beautiful , the moment brings a sense of serenity. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛.

there's this long pause after he asked the question because she isn't sure she's ever shared her background. not quite out of fear , but more so because it hasn't been brought up , not like now. not when it does feel like it could be a weakness. vibrant green eyes turn to his features , flicking across them. the hesitation pauses only after she resolves to trust him. that he isn't about to be a man that uses her background against her. she probably should have shared the ex-bhaalist part.

" i don't know , i was a forced bhaalist soldier for awhile. i have zero idea how to live outside of fighting. i think , for once in my life , i want to sit down and have a breakfast with pancakes and strawberries and not be rushed. " kristen's voice is soft , honest. her eyes look away from him.

" what do you want? "

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The first instinct was to help him up, but Gladio stood where he was. He didn't need to crowd the other, especially if he was already pissed off at him. The Shield knew the basics of things, knew that no matter what you don't get into someone's space if you don't want them there. After fights especially. "I have faith in you, dumbass." He grunted joining him, rolling his arm and trying to get the feeling back in his shoulder. Gladio didn't need Ignis worried about his injuries. Last thing they needed their Shield to be out of commission. "Is that what this is about? You think I don't trust you on the battlefield?" Even though his words were harsh sounding, that was the most genuine question Gladio had asked that week. "If I didn't think you could do it, I'd have told Cor to stop training you years ago."

Another bruise joined the first few that Prompto had received during the fight, not that he noticed it at that moment. He was too focused on the fight, on making sure that no one slipped past him, didn't want to deal with Gladio or Ignis (but to be real mostly Gladio) giving him shit for not doing enough. For them having to 'pick up the slack'. The gunner had been trying to do better, damn it, but it felt like it wasn't enough since he wasn't raised in it his entire life. Still he grumbled, eyes narrowing when the last guy finally - finally - went down, his gun disappearing in a bright burst of blue. For a few moments, his hands fell to his knees so he could focus on breathing. Only until he heard Gladio start speaking again.

That was when Prompto finally stood up straight once more, eyes narrowing as he looked at the Shield. "Oh yeah, just like every other time you joke when someone gets hurt. I'm trying, Gladio!" It had been hard on the blonde the last few weeks trying to keep up, and not drag anyone down after all that they had been through since Altissia. "Either you have faith in m or you don't and I'd just like it if you'd decide already!" Throwing his hands up in the air, Prompto turned and stomped away from where the fight was, back in the direction he knew their camp was.

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I’m taking his boon every time

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There was a worry in the back of his head. In the past, before the ritual, Gale could trust Astarion to an extent. He knew that they were on the same level in a way, there was nothing to gain from wiping him off the lanceboard. But now? Now he was below him. Drowning in waters of unknown territory that made Gale tense and frustrated. He did want to give into his ambitions. He wanted more. More power, more of something. But he was trying to be good. He was trying to stand above but Gods did it feel like standing at the bottom. "Sure. We can have a chat." His words were sharp. Cutting. He had no need to change his tone. There was a part of him that was jealous. Angry. Bitter. What was this awful feeling for someone he used to enjoy talking to on long nights? The night air is cool against his skin. He closed his eyes for a moment. "It's a nice view." And it was.

He felt it. That ambition ever so present in his comrade of old. The need to be more. That part of him that wanted power. A feeling Astarion knew all too well. He savored it in himself at every dawn, every taste of a meal, every servant turned to thrall. It was delicious. He smelled it; the lie on the wizard's skin. The rot of magic contained within his chest.

He'd let Gale have this little charade. Pretend he was none the wiser. His laugh brief and a high pitched thing. "I am not concerned about that." His eyes flitted over Gale. His companions of old surely were the biggest threat to him now, but he could remedy that. "Walk with me. You and I are long overdo for a talk." Feet carried him in an elegant gait to the balcony outside. The servants cleared the way so they would be uninterrupted.

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Gale rolled his eyes at the gesture and his words. Astarion did love his insults and used them fondly with the wizard. Of course, he supposed it was a gift in some ways. If he was not actually liked by the vampire spawn, he would simply be tossed aside. "It is indeed worth it." He replied, moving to get something from his pack. He pulled out a set of tomes, a small smile on his lips. "I noticed you looking at these the last time we stopped by the shop. So I picked them up for you." There was a pause. "I am going to assume you did not steal them, I hope."

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it is now 4:21am! i am tired! i'm gonna hop off for the night. i'll still think about doing an interest checker and try to get on here more! hit me up on discord if you wanna chat or plot something! ( brilliantblues ) i'm going to keep plugging my discord at you all.

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What if I was a King and I wanted a little kiss on the cheek. What if.

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What are you doing?

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i do enjoy "living weapon" characters but specifically living weapons who did in fact do absolutely horrific things which at least a part of them enjoyed and thought was good and right at the time, and that no amount of not knowing any better or guilt they feel in hindsight will ever make up for. i love living weapons who are "irredeemable", and no it's not their fault that they were made that way or pointed in the directions they were by the hand that wielded them, and yes they are victims, but so were their victims. living weapons who some people will never be able to forgive, but who still wake up every day and try to do better than what's expected of them. a sword that uses its blade to cut wheat to make bread for the people who once lived in fear of its arc falling on their heads.

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Hearing her answer made his whole body less tense, a feeling of relief down his spine. He wasn't alone in this, this merriment of the evening. Gale smiled, although he may have had some rose hinted on his cheeks as Solanara pulled herself closer towards him. Their bodies almost flush in a way that would have left most Waterdhavians shocked. Gale liked that about her. Pushing him just enough. He threw his head back just so in a laugh as his hand moved to press against the dip of her back. "All night? You won't get too tired, I hope? Even if I am bouncing off the walls?" The music plays and Gale isn't paying attention to any of that, he just sees her. Only Solanara. And that's all that matters to him at that moment.

She couldn't help the snort that slipped out when he mentioned fainting. If they hadn't been in the middle of their dance she might have smacked him for the smart ass answer, something she had long gotten used to. Listening to him and Astarion go back and forth was one of her favorite ways to waste the time they were at camp. It was easy to get lost in the movement, legs moving from a muscle memory she hadn't realized she still had after all those years. She knew a part of that was who she was dancing with. He didn't make her nervous or make her feel judged, even when she was being an idiot.

"Wyll was made for situations like these, you know. He did grow up as a Ravengard after all." She grinned, glancing around when the music changed. A few of the pairs made their way off the dance floor. Solanara was about to open her mouth and ask if he was thirst, but Gale beat her to it. For a moment, she looked up at him, wondering. It wasn't as if it was the first time she had considered it, and it wasn't like he wasn't the only one at camp either. Gale, though... "We have all night, who says it has to be the last?" Her lips pulled into a small smirk, hands moving to pull herself a little closer, moving to the slower paced song.

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headed deep into my drafts to get some more done. one day i won't be drowning after work and be able to be here longer then a few hours. if you need me, send me a message or bug me via discord! ( brilliantblues ) this is me saying you can add me if you need it i should do an interest checker to be honest. i may look into that.

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Gale had meant to retire early that night. Truly. He had tossed and turned, eyes staring at the corners of his tent. Finally, the wizard sat up and started read the scrolls he had been putting off. Maybe some mindless work would cause his eyes to close. No such luck. It wasn't until he heard Halsin move in, that Gale realized what time it was. And although he should let the Archdruid sleep. . . it was oh so tempting to have someone stay up with him. To just talk to. Of course he wouldn't bother anyone--- didn't want to. But he thought to ask. Halsin was kind. "Do you need me to. . . make the tent bigger?" He could only do it for a few hours at most but he could do that. "Are you comfortable?" He was trying to be a good host. "You as well? It is quite the restless bug we have in our mists, yes?"

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"Are you alright?" Strange how Gale received the worst news he could have received and yet here he was. Attempting to comforting others. No matter what was going on, no matter what Mystra had ordered him to do, he still had to make sure everyone was okay. He would--- deal with it in his own time. Make his peace. Who defies their God? How could they? Especially when the world is at sake? Was it selfish to want to live? To see the sun set just as it was over these mountains and feel the way his skin warmed under its ray. Was that so terrible? Of course it was. "We have had our fair share of bad news, it seems." The wizard replies, taking a moment to let the words soak in. "But we will push on as we do. We can do this, yes? You can do this." Without me. He wants to say. Because when he erupts he must know that someone gets out alive. Someone tells his story. Someone remembers him fondly.

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With the Creche behind them and now they moved to find a way into the Underdark, Raserei was feeling off. His gaze looked out over the bluffs the sun a golden ribbon on the horizon. Warming the sky just a little longer because dark of night set it.

It was a beautiful time. But it was marred with whatever shield their mysterious helper was offering was waning and he could hear the discordant whispers of his blood, even if they were deeply muted.

And the one chance he had to meet with a true hero of the realms it went nothing like he had hoped. None of this though was what he could have imagined and despite all they have gone through thus far, what they've learned...he was starting to feel helpless.

And that moment of weakness, Raserei felt some small poke in his heart; his soul. Doubt he as he was, was good enough to survive this. The call of his blood started to rise, nurture that doubt. He should give in. They would win and surely if Selune and Mystra know what is going on they would strike him down the moment he became a danger to all creation, right? Right?

It was better than...

The tiefling sighed, gods why was meloncholy his default emotion?