#･ﾟ . 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𓆱 threads.

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@shemurder : ❝ someone's needy. ❞

flushed, face blooming with color, fable physically felt the words make impact. there was no malice or true cruelty in morgana's murmured words; if anything, there was a trace of amusement, or teasing underscoring the sentiment. in all, it was a more than effective way to have the druid blushing and breathless, her chest tight with longing.

sat astride morgana's lap, a round of playful sparring had unraveled into this. fable can't keep herself from allowing her hips to grate down along the firm, slender muscle. her lower lip trembles as a bolt of heady pleasure runs through her. she's not particularly clever or witty, instead allowing herself to be painfully sincere. ❝ I... thought you liked it when I was needy for you? ❞

SMUT STARTERS : accepting all day.

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@selunight taking a long rest.

deep beneath the waking world and buried under countless feet of stone and dirt, entrenched in the cursed shadows of the underdark, they've found a secret haven in the last light inn. fable sets a tall mug of ale beside of celeste as they sit watching the placid waters surrounding the islet, feet swinging off the dock. she turns a smooth stone in her hand absently, before skipping it along the surface of the lake.

she's silent for a moment before glancing over at celeste. ❝ I hope I didn't ruin your alone time. ❞ she offers a teasing grin. ❝ but, I can go find shadowheart instead, if you'd like... ❞

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@cimmeriana : plotted.

❝ can I tell you something? ❞ they're sitting up late together, taking watch over the rest of the party, keeping their friends safe. unlike most people, fable waits for lina's permission to continue –– wouldn't wish to burden her friend with any more heaviness than she already wears. it's only when melinoë nods that she allows her eyes to close, just for a moment. to breathe in the scent of fir and dew and rain in the air. ❝ I miss being able to sleep. it sounds so silly –– like I know, I should miss food and drink more, but I'd give anything to be able to rest. really, really rest. ❞

what fable doesn't say is that being locked within her own consciousness endlessly is a nightmare she can never wake from. that every night she's forced to walk the halls of her mind, prying at her memory desperately and unable to do little more than chip at the past. if anyone might understand that, it's lina, but... still. a singular, but not inconsequential part of her believes this is the price she pays for having survived the unsurvivable. it is better to be alive and suffering than dead, isn't it?

what fable wouldn't give to sleep and push these ceaseless thoughts aside just for one night. what she wouldn't do for one hour's reprieve. ❝ I should be grateful, I know. I wouldn't say this to anyone else but, I don't know... not like I think any of the others would judge, but–– ❞ fable shrugs, the implication silent: she trusts lina most of all. a sheepish, tired smile tugs at her lips. ❝ sorry, sorry. I know you've got your own stuff going on. I shouldn't complain. ❞

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@unhonored : ❝ the things i’d do to you if we weren’t out in public...  ❞

the heat that overtakes fable is immediate and overwhelming, strangling her response before it can even reach her mouth. it takes all the strength fable has inside her to keep from melting back against riven, lashes fluttering as his voice washes against the shell of her ear. ❝ what, um–– ❞ her voice shakes for a moment before she clears it free of the tremble, but not the longing beneath it.

they're at a party together, trying to blend in as their party keeps an eye out for absolutists in their midst, but it's hard for fable to keep her head on straight with him standing so close, his mouth ghosting up along the tip of her ear. each time riven draws closer, her thighs clench in anticipation. ❝ what kind of things? ❞

SEXUAL TENSION : accepting.

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@selunight : liked .

❝ well, so much for that movie marathon, ❞ meadow sighed. a city-wide blackout wasn't exactly what she was anticipating for the night, but there was only so much to do. getting upset wouldn't bring the power back. ❝ maybe we should get looking for candles, I don't want to have to use the phone flashlight, in case something happens. ❞

as she's headed into her room, searching for a lighter, she pauses, casting over her shoulder: ❝ oh! hey, maybe we can play a board game, or something? I think I have clue? ❞

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@7spawn : plotted starter.

it's been... an intense, emotional evening. slowly but surely, the night has flashed by, bloodied and bruised. wary of giving astarion too much space in the fallout of cazador's death, she'd lingered at the very edges, allowing him the space to grieve, to mourn. and when astarion lacked the strength to move, she gently arrived at his shoulder, her touch feather-light as she murmured for him to come with her.

she'd helped him wash the viscera and violence off his body. helped him dress in something soft and warm to the touch. helped him into the welcoming bed before finally collapsing beside him. in the silence, fable can tell neither of them are quite ready to rest, but to touch on what's transpired quite yet doesn't feel right.

she glances over, and without quite knowing what's about to come out of her mouth, fable asks : ❝ ...do you think reverse mermaids exist? you know... fish heads with humanoid legs? ❞

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@wrlckd : shippy starters ( x ).

❝ it's just this way, ❞ fable promises. branches crack underfoot as they follow a narrow path through a cluster of spindly-armed trees. leaving the bolster of the camp behind, fable tells herself that sylvn's hand in hers is just to keep from getting lost. but she knows exactly where she's going, and her hand is small and warm in his, so she's a little lying liar. cheeks burning, she flashes him a small smile before pushing a final, flowering branch. ❝ we're here. ❞

she realizes, belatedly, he may not appreciate the view. the placid lake below ripples with sunlight, the sky clear save for a few cotton-candy clouds. ❝ gorgeous, isn't it? I was thinking we could go for a swim... if you wanted. ❞

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@scarbound : plotted.

❝ you know... I've been thinking –– you can completely say no, if it's not something you'd be interested in, or if it's too soon, but... after this is all over, and if we survive... I was hoping I could introduce you to my family? I think they'd really like you. ❞ fable –– or meadow, as astarion had finally come to know her as –– knew for a fact her younger cousins would simply adore him. these memories came easier now; she could picture their faces clearly, young and full of cheer. fable wasn't entirely sure how astarion would fit in the picture after everything was all said and done, but one thing had become clear to her: that picture wouldn't feel complete without him.

laying on her side, facing him now, she allows her fingers to gently drift over his arm, an absent-minded and trailing touch that keeps them connected. ❝ I'm hoping they'll still be there. they might have decided to leave the area if it wasn't safe... absolute's cult and all... ❞ she tried not to entertain the bleaker thoughts at her periphery. ❝ anyway, would that... be something you'd want? because it's something I want. a lot, actually... ❞

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@adlishar liked.

goose, the pink-nosed ferret sits up on the kitchen table, staring at lae'zel as though he doesn't fully recognize her. that might have something to do with the pale pink apron fable's insisted her friend wear while in the kitchen –– ❝ you can't wear your armor while baking, lae'zel! ❞ he blinks sleepily at her, before skittering down towards the cat tree fable had bought him, disappearing from view.

❝ alright! I think we're ready to start baking. ❞ fable rubs her hands together, taking a long look at lae'zel in the apron. she looked adorable in her aunt's apron. not that fable was going to say that out loud –– she liked her head exactly where it resided atop her shoulders. ❝ so, can you remind me what you wanted to learn? was it the pumpkin pie, or am I thinking of wyll again? ❞

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@thyknife : continued from here.

to be fair, meadow isn't entirely sure what brought the words on. but the time spent with a'byssel hasn't been unpleasant. not in the least, actually. so what seems a natural end to their short-lived companionship ( though, somehow, she doubted he'd call it that ) has her hesitant to part ways just yet.

she blinks owlishly at his response, before a soft laugh escapes. ❝ right. that- that's funny. ❞ she doesn't entirely think he's joking, but the thought isn't as disturbing as it once may have been. and meadow's instincts may be off, but she's almost certain that's a yes in his language. ❝ let's hope not. i quite like my eyes, and I would like to see you again. though... I hope you know I meant it a little more figuratively. it's been nice getting to know you. ❞

her head tilts, reaching up to brush back a wayward lock of deep red. her eyes shimmer with gentle amusement. ❝ so... does that mean I can? ❞

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@vampiheir : ❝ so good for me. look how much you came. ❞

fable's... a mess. absolutely wrecked as she collapses back against the bedroll. her chest heaves with short breaths that do nothing to help her spinning head. in the aftermath of her climax, it's astarion's praise that anchors fable, keeps her from floating up, up, and away. ❝ -good? ❞ she clears her throat, peering up at him with hazy, doe-calf eyes that swim with adoration, trying again, ❝ I was good? ❞

a flicker of her gaze down at his hand –– pale fingers positively drenched in her arousal –– has her fighting back a sheepish smile. ❝ you're wonderful at... that. ❞ she leans up, setting a hand on his cheek. ❝ may I repay the favor? I want to make you feel good too, sweetheart. ❞

SMUT STARTERS : still accepting.

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@slashfiiction : ❝ use your words, sweetheart. ❞

an electric twinge of pleasure twists in her gut at their words, whispered low up against the shell of her ear. they cup her face, tilting it back so she can look at them ( even here, like this, with her propped up in ezekiah's lap, he is so much bigger than her ). fable swallows, her left hand clutching their bicep desperately as she looks down at where they come together and back up, into their eyes.

❝ it's so... ❞ her voice shakes. ❝ I can feel you... everywhere. ❞ getting him inside her had been an effort; torturously slow despite how embarrassingly wet she already was. each minute shift upon his lap could be felt deep within her, her core clenching as she let outs a great, shuddering breath. ❝ I've never felt so full before, ❞ she murmurs, bursts of pink blooming high on her cheeks.

fable leans her forehead against the side of his face. ❝ do I just... ❞ an experimental, shy roll of her hips has her whining, the groan ezekiah lets out spurring her on. ❝ is that- feels good? ❞

SMUT PROMPTS III : accepting.

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@peacereflected : gets a plotted starter.

dying a second time hurt more, she realized, than the first time. that was probably because when fable had first died so many years ago, she hadn't remembered any of it. at the very least, it had been quick and efficient –– a clean, easy murder. but when she'd died at the gates of moonrise towers, she could recall the hot cleave of the sword through her torso, the gurgle of dark blood up her throat before she'd collapsed. the next thing she could recall was cameron and shadowheart at her side, the embers of a scroll of revivify fading away.

now fable sits back at the last light inn, nursing her wounds in her own room while everyone else does the same in their private corners. but when cameron asks to come in, she's quick to allow him entry, smiling faintly as he takes a seat beside her. ❝ hey you, ❞ she murmurs, starkly aware of how rumpled she must look. she'd bathed as well as she could when they had all retuned, but the exhaustion of returning from beyond this life is hard to wash away. ❝ thanks for bringing me back. you and shadowheart, I mean. ❞ fable notices a new somberness to his face and softens. ❝ ...are you alright? ❞

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@unhonored : ❝ you like me because I'm a scoundrel. ❞

❝ I would never call you that! ❞ meadow laughs. parties have never been her scene, but for once, she stands confidently. maybe it has something to do with riven's presence at her side. though, he's somewhat of a scene stealer himself, everyone's eyes drifting over to him as he keeps meadow company. ❝ anyway, I like you for so many other reasons. you just also happen to be somewhat scoundrel-y. ❞

she gives him a small grin before lifting her drink to her lips. it's something fruity and simple; a lightweight like her can hardly handle anything stronger. ❝ you know you don't have to keep me company, right? you've got tons of admirers all around. ❞ meadow tries to ignore the butterflies in her stomach when he looks at her. glances over at the gorgeous brunette across the club. ❝ she's been eyeing you since we got here. ❞

FLIRTY PROMPTS : accepting.

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@dwylafn : liked.

❝ we're nearing baldur's gate any day now, ❞ fable murmured. rivington was only four or five hours away –– by this time tomorrow, the group would be on its edges. at some point in the last few days, an odd mixture of relief and anxiety had started to swirld at the bottom of fable's stomach. orin, gortash, cazador... everything converged in baldur's gate. who knew what else awaited their party?

❝ how are you feeling? ready to be heading home? ❞ she was fairly certain she knew how kayli felt about the matter, but it was good to ask. good for them all to be on the same page. a united front, and all that. ❝ your daughter –– she might be in rivington, right? ❞

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@wizofwaterdeep : ❝ you look absolutely irresistible right now. ❞

fable glanced up from where she was nervously tugging at the folds of her dress. unused to something both as expensive and revealing as the dress shadowheart had insisted she don, she couldn't help feeling uncharacteristically nervous. she was certain everyone at the party they were crashing would be able to tell she wasn't meant to be there. she looked ridiculous, after all.

except –– well, maybe she didn't? gale seemed to be sincere in his words, and as unexpected as they were (for fable blushed hearing them), something about the way his gaze raked down her body insisted that she ought to take the compliment... so she did. ❝ thank you, gale - tha... means a lot. ❞

she admired his new robes with a smile of her own. ❝ you look very handsome yourself. you wear that color well. ❞

SEXUAL TENSION : accepting.