#;saintsdawn ( florence )

[demonwebs]

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↳ @saintsdawn : “i’ve come to a point in my life where i need a stronger word than fuck.”

it astonishes him whenever anyone comes to him for advice , truly ; not because he doesn't think he's excellent at suggesting useful things that'd solve their problems , but because they adamantly refuse to try it whenever he does . but she hasn't come here for advice , has she ? she's not looking to gain perspective , she's looking for a shoulder to vent on . perhaps nibble on , giving their current tumultuous state . ❝ well , look at you ... i love it when you get all feisty . ❞ and to his credit , that's not a lie . he truly , honestly does . he'd be far less troublesome if he didn't .

❝ has it occurred to you , ❞ vhaal'krin starts , that taunting , cunning smile etched to his lips as he peers of her shoulder , looking sly as a fox . ❝ perhaps you'd feel better about the situation with some violence , mm ? ❞ he goads her , holding their gaze through his narrow peripheral . ❝ ... we can rough play if you promise not to stab me . ❞

[devilgirrrl]

“you’ll have a hard time believing this because it never happens. but i made a mistake.”

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a hiss , the devilette's eyes simmer with subdued , yellow rage ; her razor-sharp teeth peek through , wanting to snap her jowls , but this is no time for in-group fighting . ❝ really ?! i couldn't tell - you know , by the amount of people chasing us ! ❞ godsdamn clerics and their stifling self-righteousness . she can hear the stomping of heavy boots against the quivering ground , the loud thumping of heels , the loud yelling of different voices getting louder in the distance , mixing into a cacophony . ❝ what did you do ? ❞

[stxrmstained-a]

post - it note!

[griefology]

“ I think we’re all a little cursed. ” The comment comes without warning. It cuts through the silence of camp like a knife. The cleric to ask it is unfazed; her hands sways lazily, playing with the flames of the fire. “ We have to be, don’t you think ? How else would we find ourselves in a mess like this ? ” Her eyes drift to where Nym rests, but her hand continues its motions. “ Or we have the worst luck imaginable. ” / @saintsdawn

the shadow sorcerer snorts, her eyes following the way florence plays with the fire, the way the flames fan into the air. she can see the crackle of fire dance and disappear into the night sky, and there's a small peace to it. ❝ cursed ? ❞ she repeats as if mulling the word over, tasting how it settles on her tongue.

❝ it feels ————— fitting. ❞ nym finally gives after moment's pause. ❝ though i've always felt a little cursed. a little [ . . . ] unlucky. so it feels normal to me. ❞ a shrug of her shoulders. nym does not yet remove her mask for the night. it covers her nose, her mouth. ❝ what curses you, then ? broke any mirrors in the last hundred moons ? ❞

[stxrmstained]

“  why are you looking at me like that?  ”

"Like what? Like you shine like the morning sun?" With a smirk, he pretends he isn't just enjoying the view while Florence gets dressed, savoring the last glances of her figure before it gets taken from him... instead of making any progress in getting ready himself. "That is not a blasphemous thing to say, is it?"

[vilecelium]

 🔪 what if for funsies?

The sound that leaves his lips is obscene.

How delightful are the blinding pain, and the sight of his attacker's face. They draw the line at stabbing his back, but would degrade themselves to the status of murderer nonetheless. So holy and pure, yet so rabid behind that precious façade.

"You look so radiant when you're seething with with rage," the drow pants, and raises a hand to grab a fistful of the cleric's hair and yank down. "I loathe it."

[thiefcant]

i realize you sent one, but i'm also holding out my hands for the rixian and flo child

name: dione. gender: girl-adjacent. general appearance: takes after florence in terms of having bright white-blond hair, but her eyes are the same green-grey as rixian's (something he's clearly pleased about.) otherwise she ends up tall, lithe and prone to getting into trouble. personality: mischievous to a fault, because she's been spoiled rotten by her father. takes on florence's stubborn nature, and applies it incredibly efficiently because she's talented in almost everything she puts her hands on. special talents: aasimar (though she comes off as a scourge aasimar rather than a radiant soul) + arcane trickster rogue. who they like better: she's partial to both parents, but rixian lets her get away with just the tiniest bit more. who they take after more: probably florence actually. personal headcanon: rarely sits still for anything, but one of her quiet joys in the world is sitting with her mother and learning embroidery and making things for those she cares for. her most prized possession is a cloak that she has made copying florence's idea of adding pieces of other people to it, with the first two things being the sun and moon designs from the bracelet that rixian gifted to florence.

if they had a child. . .

[tomepact]

“ i see ” for either hymnal or the inspector.

ah, my little runaway. my precious wolven girl, picking the sun from her teeth. there are things at the edges of the shadows waiting to pull you back to their waiting embrace.

have you heard the story, of the hound and the wolf? to be leashed is to find safety in this case -- i shall keep you warm and coddled and your shadows shall never find you again. perhaps one day you shall see the merits of sleeping away the days of your plight, until enough time has passed that the world you knew has gone and one you can spread your wings in has come.

until then, i shall keep your secrets, and i shall keep you safe.

perceive.

[demonwebs]

Ⓐ for science

Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours:

Attractiveness:

repulsive when this mf blinds me during combat || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending if u keep refusing to close the blinds after we bang || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

[oathtorn]

"I'm going to do my best. I don't know what the results will be, but I'm going to give it my best shot."

"Seeing our odds, I would be a fool to expect greater confidence than that." One Chosen has fallen, even in spite of Myrkul's intervention, but in the face of the other two, the rallying forces of the Absolute and the fearsome power of an elder brain, optimism is an act of hubris.

"So will I. I stand by our alliance, despite our differences." Despite the blinding radiance, and their frankly uninspired deity. But even now, she knows better than anyone that faith and vows are the most powerful motivators. That makes Florence reliable. "We will take down the Absolute, or die trying."

[wardingprotector]

♫ perhaps. . .

sinners - barn courtney

"fortune, fortune, smiling fate / i haven't seen you much of late / need you now and cannot wait / but wanna look, you're not around"

laika - pigeon watch

"there were tests that i must have passed / you were doing something great that was not meant to last / and nobody said it / but i understood / it was only a matter of time / it was all for a matter of good"

battlefield - svrcina

"we carry on through the storm / tired soldiers in this war / remember what we're fighting for / meet me on the battlefield / even on the darkest night / i will be your sword & shield, your camouflage / and you will be mine"

[ariveth]

                DESTROYING THE ORB OF UL’VOR TURNS OUT TO HAVE BEEN THE EASY PART. Once freed from the possession of the mage guarding it and pried from the dual purpose thrice-pronged pincers serving as both decoration and protection, the azurite sphere ( and the mist that seemed to shift within it ) were easily shattered by the magic of her associate. The mage in question, who’d opted to resist his intruders rather than submit, had been a much greater challenge. Silence falls upon the space they stood in, a tower at the pinnacle of the fortress. T’was all a little anticlimactic, even. “Shame,” Ariveth mutters, tilting her head at the scintillating fragments. “It was kinda pretty.”

                   The quiet before the storm, predictably, doesn’t last. First come the distant, panicked shrieks of victims and henchmen alike, coming out of their addled states into cognisance, then the far-off rattle of doors opening and upward march within echoing stone corridors. The pair would have to be quick if they wanted to escape this place before they were trapped by their many enemies within the narrow passages. “Our cue to leave,” Ariveth says to Florence, her silver-haired ally in this particular operation.

                     She leads their way out of the room and down the widely-spiraling stairway, dispatching a single guard as he ran toward them, sword extended. A clash of blades, a simple deflection with the dunmer’s crossed daggers at her higher ground sets the man off-balance and tumbling down the remaining few steps, incapacitating him long enough to let them dash past. The few others they pass by along an extended corridor marked with multiple doors and open-arch rooms seem disoriented and confused, far from preoccupied with any possibility of currently-escaping intruders. Ariveth halts within the doorway at the end of the corridor, however, peering into the next room with a confused frown. There was one open door to the left and an archway to the right, but for the life of her, she simply couldn’t remember —

                    “Which way did we come, again?”

@saintsdawn​ 

[stxrmstained-a]

i'll try and be more considerate next time i'm saving you.

Accepting

"No, it's just—! I mean—" Did he offend them with his abrupt reaction to their healing? It surely seemed so. First things first: "Thanks. I owe you one." Seira means it, truly. He gets back up, the pain in his calf gone, as was his wound. Only the torn off, bloodied fabric remains as proof that he was once bitten.

"It's warm, that's all. Your magic. Mine feels different, so it caught me off guard." It's the best excuse he can give. Though it is partly true, the truth is the tiefling isn't used to feeling heat. On rare occasions when he has, the culprit usually was fire. "That scratch on your neck, I can remove for you, if you're not too fond of it."

[inabsentiia]

@saintsdawn sent: [ STRADDLE ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap with one leg on either side of their legs, straddling them effectively.

Florence had managed to make the elf stumble to the ground in the middle of their sparring, successfully sending to the ground. And as competitive as Lucan could sometimes be, he didn't seem bothered.

"Fine, that's a point for you." The redhead chuckles deeply, incorporating himself slightly. But had no time to incorporate himself as the cleric had placed themselves on his lap.

Golden eyes curiously lingered over the other. An amused smile making its way to his features as a thought crosses his mind. "If you are trying to win another round by distracting me..." His hands carefully move to hold their waist, keeping her close to himself before he briefly takes advantage of the lack of space between them to place a gentle kiss on the corner of Florence's lips.

"just this once, it's working..." Lucan speaks lowly, his smile briefly widening into a fond grin before he places a proper kiss on her lips.

[yakam0z]

◟ 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 ╲ @saintsdawn .

harleigh's fingers fumble with the medal pinned to his cloak. a reminder of his loyalties and where he belongs. this place is so far from his home, friends and yet ─ there is someone that always draws him back to the roots of the haligtree.

❝ florence! finally, i found you. ❞ his arrival is unannounced but as a pureblood knight and newly assigned intermediary, he has been granted even gratuitous passage through miquella's residence. however, ( perhaps ) they would fare a little better if they decided on a meeting point somewhere halfway, somewhere more neutral. ❝ last time we fought together, at one point you balanced your blade in a way i've never seen before. would you mind teaching me? i want to try it with my whips. ❞

of course, harleigh does not wish to offend her by making a carbon copy of her style. no, instead he believes he can keep her originality while adjusting it to his favoured weapons. give it his own personality.

[elliscousland]

“On a scale of one to ten, how much did that hurt?” || @saintsdawn

ellis was no stranger to fights, or so he thought. he had been in his fair share of drunken brawls, tirggered by a sharp remark or his own foul moods. he would utilize the training gifted to him growing up, taking advantage of the privilege of learning from the masters firsthand. it had filled him with some sense of importance, undeserved confidence. throwing fists with a farmer in the middle of the night was much different from going toe to toe with someone like florence. someone who knew what she was doing.

" a two, maybe three. " ellis lies, blinking away tears that betray the truth. a solid punch to the nose had been enough to throw him off balance, to make blue eyes sting. if his pride didn't echo so loud in his mind, he might have shared his reality. he had never been hit so sincerely.

" i mean, surely you can hit harder than that. " ellis watches her closely now, as if he can weave out of the way if she were to test the theory. he had always relied on staying light on his feet, maybe he could apply that here. he had to if he was going to avoid looking like a fool. he tucks his truth somewhere in his chest & hides his blooming insecurity with a grin," or is that all you've got? "