#sanguisarcana

[acollapsar]

@sanguisarcana replied to your post: …………i know a man- (astarion NO)

" ... Why, you know what they say; if you are good at something, NEVER do it for free~ "

[cleric-archive]

MINDING    MY    OWN    BUSINESS    ﹠    @sanguisarcana    GETS    ME    GIGGLING    ﹠    KICKING    MY    FEET    ABOUT    SHADOWSTARION

[selunaris]

@sanguisarcana / continued.

This whole plan of being ' in charge ' was going rather poorly, Luna realised quickly. Still, such praises went straight to her head and it was not long before she was smiling back at Astarion, a dusting of warm pink across her cheeks.

The touch was feather light against her skin at her neck, earning a quiet intake of breath and the slightest angle of her neck away from his touch as she proved rather ticklish and sensitive. Gods, he knew exactly what to do and say to have her forgetting her plans of leadership here, to have her melt against his touch.

"No, I wouldn't..." Luna spoke softly, voice barely above a whisper as her gaze met his, unable to disguise to little shudder she made having his lips so close to her ear. "That said, I never offered you a snack. So what do you suggest, instead?"

[clara-eternal]

[ @sanguisarcana liked this starter call ]

Clara found herself unable to sleep, despite the tranquility of the night and the brilliant stars scattered across the sky. It was as if a lingering nightmare hovered at the edge of her consciousness, elusive yet disconcerting. Leaning against the sturdy trunk of a tree, she gazed up at the twinkling constellations, hoping to find solace in their distant light.

As she wrestled with her restless thoughts, a faint rustling caught her attention. Turning slightly, Clara's eyes widened as a figure emerged from the shadows, bathed in the ethereal glow of the moonlight. "Astarion?" she murmured, surprise coloring her voice. "What are you doing out here? I thought you were in meditation."

Though their acquaintance was still in its early stages, Clara couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue around the enigmatic pale elf. He was a man of mystery, with layers yet to be unveiled. Despite their occasional differences in opinion, she admired his charming demeanor and mischievous nature. Gesturing to the empty space beside her, she offered a warm smile.

"You're welcome to join me if you like."

[witchereyed]

@sanguisarcana sent: "i'm sorry, did you just say- silver's for monsters?" astarion hesitated. one look at that stupid necklace dangling from the man's neck and his elven roots could tell the damned thing simply thrummed with the arcane. it's been doing so ever since this fellow drew near. a gnawing sense of dread stirred within the pale elf. like he was being scrutinised... studied by eyes that knew plenty and a mind sharpened to a dagger's end. much too sharp for the pale elf's liking. "...well," astarion cleared his throat. subtle. "i'll be sure to point you their way if i happen to spot any."

"For many, not for all." Geralt's once simple gaze suddenly shifted when he noticed a moment's hesitation in the elf. An already observant gaze did truly begin to scrutinize Astarion, picking apart his appearance because he recognized that there might be something off with him. From how he spoke about the silver sword on the Witcher's back to how his eyes seemed to focus on the wolf medallion hanging from a pale neck.

Fortunately, his stoic expression didn't betray this change.

"Doubt you'll need to go through that effort," he commented. "I'm sure I'll spot them before you do but in the event I'm wrong be sure to say so. Might be able to make some coin during our travels."

[karsite]

@sanguisarcana : how do i not have one of those? (talking about his boots :^) ) / as said by garrus vakarian.

he's honestly surprised they hadn't run into raiders sooner. the road to baldur's gate is long with plenty of opportunity but even as days passed and their adventure continued, gale hadn't seen nor heard a peep. perhaps it was the odd characters that made up their traveling party that dissuaded most from taking the risk? most being the key word- this lovely bunch that leap from the brush seemed to think they had a chance. well, ol' gale of waterdeep would not go down so easily! especially not to a sorry sour group like this.

( if only he was not so distracted himself. ) he bends the weave, a warm welcoming flood of magic almost interrupted by astarion's words. " hardly the time to be talking about my boots, astarion! " the wizard is quick to respond despite the chaos that surrounds them ( freshly spilt blood soaks the ground, viscera coming dangerously close to coating the very boots in question. ) " when this little adventure of ours is all over i'd be happy to take you to the shop i purchased them from in waterdeep but until then-" a rough aborted gesture, his hands starting to glow with magic, "-can we please focus? "

[lunarrepel]

"So offended," Shadowheart stated of his incredulous tone, amused that he'd taken it. It was true that it may have been a bit ... purposeful ... baiting. Only because she knew he might bite the hook (no pun intended) unlike the others who would take it in stride. She watches his approach, unmoving even as he dared her to another game, that sprung a laugh from her lips.

"It's been some time since then, though ... has it not?" She inquired almost innocently, catching his sleeve at the wrist, playful in tone and action, but not holding back the unsaid statement that they haven't had a moment like that, given all they've been through. "... since that little game of hide and seek ... and I think you'll find that I possess a little more advantages like you have. Namely ... some boots that assist with ... moving a little faster."

She was daring him a bit, that gleam in her eye very sharp, always up for the challenge, even if she thought (but would not admit aloud) that she might lose. Shadowheart was content ... regardless that they were having a moment to themselves, taking the chalice at the stem and toasting his with a small clink before a small sip was taken.

"Well ... while I may call it dated ... that doesn't mean I don't like it. Personally I think your look is not quite complete without the swish of a cloak. You could even grab a handful," She brought up her wrist to cover her mouth, eyes narrowing like she was miming a mischievous shadow. Something you may find as an illustration in a book of vampires, one that likely traveled to the masses as what they believed to be the norm. " ... put it up to your face like this and growl. I'd be intimidated, I assure you."

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[bloodczar]

Closed starter: @sanguisarcana

𝐏ower ˏ authority he relished in it as he commanded the spawn who were eager to accept his gifts 。Humans ˏ tieflings ˏ even elves became victims of his rein ˏ some succumbed to turning through more extreme means 。 Yet it was so beautiful to watch 。Crimson irises focused upon several spawn greeting him at once ˏ lips curling upright into a small smile upon seeing them kneel 。Ruthless yet fair 。Everyone earned their keep ˏ those that disobeyed or challenged him were sent to Godey for a proper lesson 。Or better yet sometimes he’d indulge himself 。Yet ˏ when the once comfort of his palace shifted into an all to familiar campsite crimson irises narrowed 。 What in the hells .ᐣ Another obstacle ˏ another reason for his rage to stir within his very soul 。Worst of all the bastard could have still been alive 。

Feet guided him to an all to familiar tent ˏ watching his sleeping companions ˏ and he remembered how much he loathed them to some degree 。Freedom to walk in the sun ˏ freedom to not feel a constant nag within one’s stomach to feed on crimson 。 They didn’t need to deal with it 。They never knew the constant state of nightmares nor the sheer desperation he felt in order to forget his wandering thoughts for the night 。Yet ˏ they knew enough to keep him around ˏ to provide the protection he needed 。 He was pathetic 。Delicate fingers slowly wrapped around a book he would have chosen to read on this night ˏ slowly scanning the contents within 。Corner of lip arched upright into a sneer as he found himself tossing said book 。Body swiftly turning ˏ eyes only meeting with familiar crimson 。 Pathetic 。 Weak 。This version of himself ˏ he wanted nothing more than to smack some sense into him 。

❛ 𝐖ell what a wonderful sight ˏ do tell me did you kill our pathetic master .ᐣ Did you enjoy the lovely screams he let out or did you settle to become a worthless little insect within this world .ᐣ ❜

[pluviacuratio]

@sanguisarcana || ♫

{ ♪ } -- She tilted her head, just like Scratch would sometimes do when you said a word that caught his attention. Bright eyes watched him a moment before she shook her head.

"No, I don't give away castoffs like that. I sell them! So, it's a gift! Of course, if you don't feel like you can get use out of it, I won't be offended if you want to sell it at the next merchant we meet."

Bella grinned wide then, setting her bag to the side. If that dagger didn't seem useful to him, she'd probably make it a point to find a better one. The cleric had made a small fortune by hoarding the things she found until they reached a merchant where she could offload it all. Things that were deemed useful were kept, but everything else was sold without remorse.

Perking up at the question he posed, she nearly snorted when she heard the wizard's name.

"Is Gale bothering you with his 'pish posh' and all that? Admittedly, after he saw fit to disintegrate a great pair of magical boots, the idea of giving him a bit of a poke is somewhat tempting."

[itsalcngstory]

" - I'm not lost."

Though the outdoors like this was a comfortable scenery for them, there's certainly the lightest air of worry despite their more calmedd tone.

"maybe you're lost."

@sanguisarcana

[recitedemise]

He's familiar with all sorts of age-old wisdoms. Among them, Gale can scrounge up several about devilled drinks. In the grace of company, they will well laughter and warmth, but downing them alone can prove something poisonous, tainted and curdled for both body and soul. Yet, tainted, as it were, describes him neatly... And whirling his tumbler, that amber liquor pour cruelly gleaming, he's every intent to try for a stupor--until, of course, he feels a gaze.

And make no mistake, that gaze is bafflingly piercing. Gale takes a sip, the skin at his neck crawling cold as ice. He's been gawked at before, sure, having just ended his day teaching sniveling undergrads, but this is different in a way that's daunting... And when the word strikes him, it stirs his gut. (Intrigue.) "Hoping to learn my particular brand of poison? Normally, I would hesitate to share in its full-bodied notes, but who am I to deny slaking a man's more intellectual thirst? Ha. Apologies," he smiles. "I'm usually better at this."

That shock of white hair and those jewel-like eyes... He looks down at the bartop. Have they met before? / @sanguisarcana ♡'d.

[cleric-archive]

* @sanguisarcana / asked: }

"just… be honest with me, do you hate me?"

ㅤone    miserable    hour    rolls    over    in    pacing    ticks    out    of    the    old    grandfather    clock    enduring    its    sole    purpose:    time,    ﹠    underfoot,    glass    from    its    broken dial    door    crunches    against    her    leather    boots.    they're    hiding    out    in    the    outmoded    confines    of    what    used    to    be    a    cot,    ﹠    they're    exhausted.    mentally,    physically,    spiritually.

ㅤshadowheart's    will    is    lost    to    their    quarrel,    ﹠    she's    long    since    forgotten    the    catalyst    for    it.    before    now,    they    shared    glares,    barks,    ﹠    rage    on    subjects    rooting    from    their    shortcomings.    meaningless    disputes    concerning    their    next    move. when    she    looks    to    him,    he's    standing    someplace    farthest    from    her.

ㅤhe's    drawn    distance    of    all    sorts    between    them,    ﹠    shadowheart's    never    felt    farther    away.    she    goes    to    speak,    but    he    beats    her    to    it.

ㅤtime stills. ❝    ...how    can    you    ask me    that?    ❞    she    whispers,    ﹠    it    sounds    like    a    storm.

ㅤshe's    stood    like    a    stone    to    weather    the    winds,    the    pulling    shadows    of    gods—    gored    towering    foes,    burned    death    ﹠    dark    out    of    creatures    that've    never    before    known    light:    once,    herself...    but    before    him,    shadowheart    trembles.    why    is    that?    why    does    she    care    for    someone    who    casts    aside her respect?    someone    who    is    so    very    blind?

ㅤ❝    i    don't    hate    you.    ❞    her    jaw    moves,    gnashing    for    purchase,    but    for    a    beat,    she    can    force    nothing    but    desperate    keens.    her    mind    runs    amok.    when    finally    she    can    verbalize,    it's    a    mere    formality    of    her    mouth    catching    up    to    her    mind:    emotion    with    no    logic    to    carry    it.    ❝    gods,    astarion,    i—    ❞

[theclavv]

⌈ * closed starter for @sanguisarcana . ⌋

               masters  came  in  all  shapes  and  forms  ,  a  vampire  spawn  had  two  ,  the  vices  of  blood  ;  and  their  maker  .  to  create  was  a  vice  in  itself  -  a  devil  knew  of  this  .  for  there  was  always  one  weakness  to  every  creator  ;  their  creation  .  the  ilithid  ridden  spawn  was  such  a  masterpeice  . 

❝  a  little  canvas  of  white  ?  but  for  how  long  before  hunger  and  nature  takes  over  ,  the  white  splattered  with  the  red  paint  of  life  ?  how  long  since  you  last  embibed  ?  will  it  remain  vermin  or  something  that  walks  on  two  legs  upon  the  ground  .  ❞

[lunyte]

@sanguisarcana : ❝ if you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun. ❞

❝ what is it about me precisely which implies an unerring respect for rules? believe it or not, sharran acolytes understand better than most the importance of bending a rule or two, ❞ she responds, an elfin curl to her mouth. she recalls her youth clearly in that moment, all the midnight trysts and excursions in the name of subterfuge and honoring her goddess. viconia was none too pleased, but every rule shadowheart had stretched had been in the name of her lady.

❝ though I suspect you and I have similar understandings of fun... mine doesn't typically include my teeth in someone's neck. at least, not with the intention of filling one particular appetite, ❞ shadowheart smirks.

FLIRTY PROMPTS : accepting.

[fcllxn-stcr]

What made you pick up this character?

Canon questionnaire || Accepting

//Ok, a couple of things factored into this.

First of all, my husband was the one who introduced me to the game. From the beginning telling me, "Oh, Astarion is bad. He's whiney. Don't use him." Stuff like that. So what do I do with this info? I latched onto him and use him all the time. XD

Not only that, but I do seem to be somewhat drawn to vampires. Every muse that I've had so far has had a vampire verse (including my first and retired oc). I guess it's only natural that I went for Astarion. I'm also very drawn to his background and story. Some aspects I can also relate to, but obviously not all of them.

The second part was that it kind of stemmed from grief. I am better as far as talking about it now, but I won't mention anything here so I don't cause triggers for anyone.

But yes, Astarion has bitten me and now lives in my head rent free. Might as well put that energy to good use :3

[radiomurdeer]

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YOU ARE SO FULL OF SHIT

your English has always been great and damn you're full of poetry no need to fish for compliments if you want one I'll give it freely