#🏹|| dronia

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"We all need to be touched." / from karlach

Pushing Daisies Sentences || accepting [🗡️]

|| @torntruth | karlach

Even after the horrors of the other night, they had easily fallen back into their nightly fireside chats. It was those very chats that had led to her not doing something drastic. Karlach realizing she wasn't showing up to their nightly chat had told her all she needed to know. Her mind is heavy with thoughts of everything that had transpired over the last few days, but she listens still, hears, and hangs on every word Karlach says. Their pain cannot be compared, and yet they can at least find comfort in the willingness to listen to one another.

When Karlach says that last part, Dronia gives pause. It's true, everyone did, but it means something else entirely to someone like Karlach who had been touch-starved for ten years. Something tugs at her, something in her heart that somehow still beats in spite of everything, and she reaches out, her pinky finger linking with the tiefling's before she moves to lace her fingers with the taller woman's. Red eyes look to her fiery ones, "we do."

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Fucking hell they're so cute. I can't. I am deceased. @torntruth look at our babies. look how happy they look!

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[ scars ] a gentle kiss on the partner's scar(s) , pick a scar or scars

🐝  *  ―  𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑬. || accepting [🏹]

|| @thcinfernal

She had given permission, wanted to feel like that part of her was sacred again, unsullied by the marks it bore. Not the ettercap scars, the sweeping gashes across her russet skin, no, the bite marks. Deep punctures in the flesh that had marked the end of the life she had known. They denoted a shame she carried on her flesh, in her marrow, throughout her soul. So when she tells Karlach she wants her to kiss her there, that she wants to reclaim what was taken from her, she means it.

It doesn't mean she isn't nervous to be touched there in such a vulnerable way.

Craning her head to the side, she allows Karlach all the room she needs. Hot breath graces her skin and she can feel her neck tighten and flinch under her lips as they hoovered just a mere inch above the marks. Her hands ball into fists in dreadful anticipation. And then, there it is, so gentle. Hot lips pressed against her cooler skin, gently lingering on the wound that has long since healed. She gasps, those fists loosening until she reaches one hand to tangle in Karlach's hair and keep her head in the crook of her neck. "Please," she barely manages, just wanting nothing more than for the tiefling's love to erase some of the pain she's been carrying in her chest for months. "Please."

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" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff!|| accepting [🏹]

|| @thcinfernal

The back of her hand wipes at her mouth as the two of them stare down at the lifeless body. Dronia's trying, she really is. This condition of hers is never going to leave and she's going to have to learn to work with it. And sometimes that meant satisfying her hunger with the wicked. No matter how much she hated doing so. She isn't Astarion, she doesn't have the years of experience nor the finesse he does in his kills. She's still wild and feral in her execution, a beast. Red eyes shine as they look at Karlach.

"They did..." They did. A man who was more of a monster than she is. "If I had said they hadn't, would you have thought lesser of me? Even if it was an accident?" Would you no longer love me silently hung between them.

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❝ that’s a lot of blood. ❞ Dame Aylin

*  ―  VAMPIRIC STARTER PROMPTS .  || accepting [🏹]

|| @fallesto | dame aylin

The ranger wiped at her brow, feeling the slickness of blood against the back of her hand. The battle had been fierce and barely won, but they stood where their enemies had fallen. She took no pride in taking a life, especially now. There were complications in it. A side of her that was dangerous and new enjoying the thrill of taking a life while the part of her that had always been there found no joy in the task. Life was precious and to be respected, killing was to survive and little more. Even her kills on the hunt had been quick and clean. The fewer shots she took the better, the less the beast had to suffer. This was different.

Horror hung over her at the sight that surrounded them. A massacre, how many of these shapeshifters and cultists were there? "There is so much death." Pulling a clean rag from her bag, she wiped down her face, trying to keep as much blood away from her nose as possible. She could feel it starting to overwhelm her again, a dangerous glint shining in her red eyes. "It feels like it never ends."

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i come from a hairy family. / from kristen.

the passion (1987) || accepting [🏹]

|| @torntruth

Dronia almost chokes on her roasted cockatrice wing, it almost feels as if Kristen just said whatever she could think of to get a reaction out of Dronia. And it always seems to work. She lowers the wing, dabbing at her chin with her sleeve, and just stared at her, an incredulous look on her face. At least the time it takes her to finish chewing her food and swallowing it down gives her the time to think of what to even say in reply to that.

"Do you just speak whatever you are thinking, Kristen?" She asks as if she doesn't already know the answer.

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this is just Dronia and Karlach with Dronia being the clueless one. || @torntruth

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💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment / from karlach

Nonverbal RP Starters || accepting [🗡️]

|| @torntruth | karlach

Karlach doesn't have to look at Dronia to know something is coming. Something very bad. The archer begins to withdraw slowly to the back of the group, pulling her cloak around her face and tying it up to cover her nose and mouth. Two reflective pinpricks shine in the center of her eyes. The sensation is overwhelming, dangerously so. Most of the bodies are just that now, bodies, ready for Kelemvor to reap, but some... some are still alive, clinging to whatever they could. How easy it would be to just end their suffering with her teeth in their throa no! No, no, can't do that, can't give in to this. She doesn't have the years of living with this that Astarion does, she's fresh, newly burdened with such terrible thirst. Another step back and she's running in the opposite direction.

She gets far enough, with her newly enhanced speed, that it takes Karlach a moment to catch up with her, feeling strong arms wrap around her torso, pinning her arms to her sides. But even the warmth of her restraining embrace doesn't snap her out of her thoughts immediately. She struggles and squirms, trying everything to get out of the bear hug, barely registering Karlach's attempts to calm her down with hushes and reassurances. The hug isn't meant to hurt her but to keep her from hurting herself or others, but Dronia can't see it that way, not now. Not when she feels like she's being threatened. "Stop! No!" She continues to struggle, but Karlach is too strong for her, "let me go... let me go!" She could thrash until she is in a good enough position to bite, but as she does, she sees the red flesh of her captor, feels the radiating warmth from their body... doesn't hear the heartbeat but the sound of infernal machinery chugging in her chest. This is Karlach... and Karlach would never hurt her. Her thrashing stops, her body drooping in resignation. If she still breathed she knows her chest would be heaving from the exertion, but she just lets her shoulders tremble as she's held there. "Karlach?" The gravel in her voice feels more pronounced than usual. "Just... keep holding me... please. Don't let me go back there."

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HOW IT STARTED VS. HOW IT'S GOING. -- a history of glowups ( and innocence lost ) .

tagged by : @torntruth

tagging : @seeasunset @nerimoi @waterdepths @vampiheir @betraal @sporedruids and you!

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🗡️||: Starter for @seeasunset // vasco

Dronia sat in front of the campfire, her thoughts preoccupied by the parasite that sat idly right behind her eye. It was an uncomfortable feeling, disconcerting. She could feel it and yet it wasn't exactly painful. One other sat at the fire across from her, the elf Vasco. He was a curious sort, he didn't seem infected but he was willing to come along on a journey that didn't concern him. She wondered why that was, he had no obligation to be here. Taking a bite out of the bread that was bordering on stale, the woman quirked a brow at him.

"I never got the full story from you," she said between bites, hunger still gnawing at her belly. "Why are you so interested in journeying with us anyway? We could turn any day and yet you seem unbothered. Most people would have left us to our gruesome fates."

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Fuck it, larger version because man I was happy with this wee little edit.

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❛ have a drink with me. ❜

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  || accepting [🗡️]

|| @divineflames

Dronia looked up from the arrows she was currently fletching at her tent. It had become one of several things she busied herself with at night as a distraction, a means to keep her mind off the last two months and the tadpole that occasionally writhed behind her eye. Haleth stood there with a bottle that looked like it still had a little dust collecting on the dark green bottle. Her dark brow arched in curiosity as she put her arrows aside. Inkblot, her raven, hopped a bit closer from his perch on top of her tent to see what was going on.

"Is that the blush we found in that decaying cellar?" Her expression had the faintest trace of amusement as she looked to Haleth. "It will probably knock us both on our asses." She stood then, tilting her head in a gesture Inkblot recognized as a beckon. The bird landed on her forearm. "Honestly, a drink sounds good right now. It's better than thinking about these damn tadpoles all night."

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‘  babe?  ’

morning after starters. || accepting [🏹]

|| @thcinfernal

The morning light trickled into the inn they had rented in Suzail. Staying in the capitol of Cormyr is their best bet for studying patterns and finding where Demasc is operating. Unfortunately, it also meant having to stay closer to the heart of the vampire's operations and it left her on edge, like a prickling at the edges of her mind. Despite assurances that Demasc wouldn't be able to control her the way Cazador controlled Astarion, the fear still remains.

She stands at the window, staring outside at the rising sun. Last night had managed to help her sleep without that dread seeping into her bones. Karlach had seen to it, and thoroughly so. And still, Dronia couldn't help but stir earlier than usual, peeling out from under the heavy arm of her lover needing to look to the skies for guidance. Karlach's voice pulls her from her thoughts, the archer turning to look at her with uncertainty painting her features.

"Good morning, my love." She pulls her loose hair into a quick braid, moving back toward the bed and sitting beside Karlach. The cool morning air felt nice upon her bare skin, as did the heat that radiates off the tiefling's. "Did you sleep well... for what little time we actually slept?"

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❛  someone  once  told  me  they  were  scared  of  the  truth  in  my  eyes and I called them a coward.  ❜

𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑺 𝑽𝑶𝑳. 𝑰 .   || accepting [🏹]

|| @spiderwarden

The archer's arms folded over her chest. Minthara put forth an air of intimidation as if she was the biggest threat in the room at any time. Maybe that was how things worked in Drow culture, but they were on the surface now and that would only get so far. She's wondering if saving her at the towers was a good idea, after all. Minthara constantly seemed to be getting under her skin, whether she liked it or not. Or perhaps it was all incredibly bad timing that they met when they had.

Regardless...

Dangerous red eyes met dangerous red eyes, a scowl etching into her usually amicable features. "Hm, somehow that doesn't surprise me in the least. You seem to feed off the fear of others like a leech."

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🏹||: Starter for @tadventurers

The glowing mushrooms were the first thing her eyes caught in the Underdark, the way they lit the path with such brilliant colors, unlike anything she had seen on the surface. It almost made not seeing a sky above her far less disorienting. Inkblot disagreed, not sure what he was doing without a sky above him. It was wilderness, sure, but the ranger felt entirely out of her element. She stuck close to Rajya, just taking in everything about the new surroundings like a child experiencing wonder for the first time.

"Father always told me to never enter the Underdark when we were hunting in the Spiderhaunt Wood, but he never told me how strangely beautiful it all is. This is unlike anything I've ever seen." She said, turning to Rajya. "And I have no clue how to navigate any of this."

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🏹||: Starter for @mk19s

The stench of the goblin camp reaches her nose from their perch at the top of the hill. Rank. Nostrils flare for a moment, red eyes narrowing against the harsh sun. Their latest companion, Cross, crouched next to her as she plotted their approach to the camp. He wasn't the most agreeable she's met, but strange times called for strange bedfellows she supposed. Sazza had mentioned a priestess in the camp who could help relieve them of their tadpoles, but just as important, they could eliminate the threat to the grove and ensure safe passage to the tieflings. Poor things without a home of their own anymore, she knew that feeling well.

"Sazza said we were true souls, so that may be a way to get us an easy into their encampment. I'm not usually one to suggest walking in the front door... but that may be our best bet." She turned to Cross. "What say you?"