#oc: damiar

[poisonousglitter]

Astarion casually mentioning to Gale that Damiar has a type. And Gale immediately takes offence and goes on a rent because he thinks Astarion is talking about Orin. And Astarion's eyes just flicker between Gale and Gortash and he doesn't understand how he is the only one to see that.

[minvaleria93]

Isabel and Dean on a mission to retrieve something very important

[simoan]

my name is simone

i am seventeen

my pronouns are she/her

i like to write and read

i draw *occasionally*

cats and frogs r my favorite

damiar is cool and hot

this is probably gonna be a fan account for my sexc hot amazing ocs or a shit posting account

[fiantodurihq]

+ 1 APP FOR OC - DAMIAR SINCLAIR

acceptances will take place today, april 18, at 5pm EST.

[poisonousglitter]

hello durge nation. finally decided to make a side blog to dump my bs on instead of just lurking

gonna kick this one off with a meme

[poisonousglitter]

Damiar doesn't like public speaking. Doesn't matter if it's in front of the Bhaalists or a dumb political gathering Gortash called. Both feel wrong. He feels off. Misplaced. Sticking out like a sore thumb. He knows he doesn't belong. His teeth feel too big in his mouth, too sharp, and his tongue just a bit too long and pointed. He clocks it up to the way Bhaal created him. Meant for blood and gore, not words and poetry. But the way everyone's eyes linger on him, observe, analyze, judge. That's not Bhaal's fault. Couldn't be. Can't be.

[poisonousglitter]

Damiar's not naive or blindly trusting. He's not delusional about Orin either. He knows she has no love for him, just like he doesn't for her. And he knows Orin better than to believe her to be a woman of obligations. But still, the way they indulge each other, the way they get lost together it's almost... Comfortable. There is a strange sense of domesticity in the blood and viscera.

And so her betrayal is an utter shock. Simply, because in his mind, there is no need for it. They are on the same level, right? They are doing this together, right? They are equal.

What he was never capable of imagining was her point of view. He doesn't realize when Orin is spoken of it is only in relation to him. He doesn't see the eye rolls when their men take orders from her without him present. He doesn't feel the red glowing eyes of Bhaal's alter burrowing into her back and dissecting her every step, only for the final judgment to be: you are not good enough. Damiar doesn't know, that her whole life Orin knows two things. That she will never be as good as Damiar. And that she has to prove otherwise in every step.

When it happens it finally clicks in his head. Somewhere between a cold edge of a dagger pressing under his ribs and insults spat in his face, his idiotic, self-centered, blind and dumb brain makes the connection. And it's not self-hate, or shame, or fear of his father that makes him give up and just sort of allow her to break his brain in. It's the fact that he has simply once again tried to fit his formless body into a space it never belonged in and this time it hurts. More so than ever.

[poisonousglitter]

Damiar is in the habit of sneaking into parties. Important ones too. He enjoys keeping his eye on the political situation of Baldur's Gate. From the inside. Plus, something about the sneaking and lying and pretend is just kind of thrilling.

That's where he sees Gortash for the first time. Still young and clawing his way up, but making every move seem effortless. And Damiar is enthralled. He has never seen someone so charismatic. Laughing and making idle chatter, masterfully slipping just a few important things between talks of wine and latest plays.

Damiar has never seen anyone to whom people flock like this, nearly universally falling under the spell of someone so funny, and smart, and natural, and charismatic.

And Damiar is enchanted. Because he recognizes that not a single bit is real. He is fascinated, because Gortash is essentially doing the same thing Damiar is. Only he makes it seem easy, like breathing.

[poisonousglitter]

my WOL 🤝 my durge

why don't we

just kill them

as a solution

to everything

[poisonousglitter]