#unhingedbutpretty

[chaoticbard]

Nyssala was in trouble again. She had just won a fair share of coin in a card game, but now the other players were looking at her with suspicion. And why wouldn't they? She had cheated, after all. Her eyes darted around the bustling tavern, searching for a potential way out of this mess.  Then, she saw it. Or rather, her. An imposing blue dragonborn, and not just any dragonborn: The Ravager, in flesh and bone. A name dangerous enough to make people think twice, yet with a friendly enough demeanor to not seem completely unapproachable.  Nyssala took a deep breath and made her move, standing up and gesturing to the dragonborn with a wide, conspiratorial grin. "Ah! There you are!" she exclaimed, loud enough for the suspicious card players (and pretty much everyone near them) to hear. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten our meeting.” She strides toward the other bard and links her arm with hers, leaning in as if they were old friends. "You remember, don't you?" she said, giving her a desperate look, combined with a sheepish smile. "You promised to show me that... thing. You know, the one you were talking about last time.”

It wasn't terribly unusual for complete strangers to approach her and act like they were old chums with her. In fact, that happened quite regularly. When someone was far too deep into their glass of ale, they thought they knew everybody.

{{ Perception: 15 }}

What was a bit unusual was this woman's entire approach. Her movements were grandiose, her words clearly an act for everyone at the table she'd been at because of her volume. The look in her eye was just perceptible enough to stand out...

What to do? Alaara's natural disposition was to help others, and she had no true grasp on what had occurred prior to having been asked for help without so many words spoken.

'Hmm. Find out the truth, then go from there,' she thought to herself.

{{ Deception: 14 }}

The bard leaned in in turn, flashing a smile.

"You're right. I was going to show you. But you promised not to tell anyone when we last spoke and you have to promise me now as well. This discovery I've come upon is substantial."

She gently tugged at the other's linked arm and started off to somewhere more private. As soon as she was certain they were out of earshot of anyone that cared, she gave her new 'friend' a look.

"You've asked for my help, you've gotten it. What was that about?"

@unhingedbutpretty

[velvet-reads]

📚 what’s better than book mail?

nothing. literally nothing. not even therapy. anyways here’s what just arrived and why i’m emotionally vibrating: 📦 my newest babies: – Bespelled by Laura Thalassa – Bewitched by Laura Thalassa – Filthy Rich Vampires 1 & 2 by Geneva Lee (filthy. rich. vampires. say less.) – First Time Caller by B.K. Borison (small town romance + radio? i’m in.) – Throne of the Fallen by Kerri Maniscalco (villain-coded prince? probably.) – Throne of Secrets by Kerri Maniscalco (same kingdom. more secrets.) – Wings of Starlight by Allison Saft (will this hurt me in a lyrical way? i hope so.) – Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (Mo Dao Zu Shi) — yes. that one. the one that devours you. – Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones (soft magic and boys in capes) – Castle in the Air by Diana Wynne Jones – House of Many Ways by Diana Wynne Jones (i needed the full chaos trilogy okay) ✨ do i plan to read them all at once? emotionally: yes logistically: absolutely not but spiraling begins tonight.

[shimmerbeasts]

Nyssala gasped as the cambion yanked her from her spot, effortlessly pulling her close. Moments ago, Mizora had been amused, but now? Now she snapped, and things were getting dangerous. Killed for mouthing off to a devil? She thought. Oh, man... What a dumb way to die. She clenched her eyes shut, already halfway through mentally drafting her apology. She'd beg for mercy, swear up and down it was just a joke, a stupid joke. She'd never ever ever do it again — pinky promise. But then… Mizora's cold hand slid down her back, sending shivers racing up Nyssala's spine. Her eyes fluttered open, and she realized where she was — practically smack between Mizora's breasts. Wait, wait, wait… what the hell was happening? Nyssala's brain short-circuited for a moment. Her heart hammered in her chest, her mind doing backflips. She suddenly felt her eyes go impossibly wide as she tilted her chin up to meet Mizora's gaze. On one hand, she was absolutely terrified. On the other hand? Oddly aroused. Her body had a mind of its own, apparently. Oh, man… What an amazing way to die. Despite herself, she let out a shaky, nervous laugh. “Well, I’ve never really had the best luck with moms," she quipped, her voice a bit more breathy than she wanted. "But I’m not gonna lie, the way you're handling things right now…” She paused, her eyes glinting with mischief as she spread a bold smirk. “I’m kinda leaning towards the ‘much more’ option.”

It would have been a thing of ease to take offence with the nickname, Nyssala had given her. Most devils likely would have been offended and disgusted. A succubus might have salivated at being called an interplanar mummy, but unless the devil in question did not covet you as a toy for his private pleasures, they would have seen nothing but disrespect in those words.

Luckily for Nyssala, Mizora was not someone easily offended. At least not by something, which betrayed such obvious arousal and hunger. Even now with the poor drow pressed against her body and peeking up from between her perky, small breasts, the Cambion could feel her shiver, from fear, arousal and confusion. The same cold hand, which had trailed down Nyssala's spine, now found its way to her hip. Sharp claws tentatively scraped across her hip bone, letting the girl feel the oh, so gratifying sting of pain.

"That's quite alright", Mizora purred, while caressing the drow's cheek with her other hand, "You are in capable hands now." Her wings closed in around her and her latest target, making it so that wherever the drow looked, all she could see, was cool, soothing, corpse-blue flesh and membranes. The mischievous glint, followed by that bold smirk, caused Mizora to quirk an eyebrow, half expecting what the words would be, which soon after left the drow's mouth.

That same hand, which had previously caressed Nyssala's cheeks in a comforting gesture, now traced over her lips with tantalising fingers. The other hand still rested on her hip, however, now the claws clasped upon the protruding bone with a possessiveness to keep her latest catch in line. Mizora's eyes shimmered and shone like a cat's reflecting the light in the dark and her word was like poisoned honey, flowing freely into Nyssala's ears.

"Though I must wonder", Mizora whispered, "Just how far do you want us to push this 'much more'. I could give you pleasures far beyond the mortal realm, something, which makes you forget the constraints of flesh, blood and bone. I could make you feel as powerful as a pack of hellhounds, as fast as a Nightmare and as unchained as a tidal wave. That is if you can prove to me that you can take it. After all, experiencing something like the Nine Hells of Baator is not for everyone. And certainly not for someone, who has not offered me anything in return."

@unhingedbutpretty cont. from here.

[bloodyarn]

🥚

Nyssala shoves the gith egg into Babette's bag. @unhingedbutpretty

𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 . Give Babette an Egg.

     OUUUUUH  .  .  .    A  big  one   !   This  will  turn  out  strong   &   healthy,  the  seamstress  can  tell.  Maybe  the  chicken-leader  in  their  new  family.  Strange,  too.  But  she  loves  her  children  all  the  same,  freak  or  not.

    ❝  Little  Ferdinand,  Sebastian,  meet  your  new  sister  :  Elise. ❞

Mother hen score: 3

[silvertiefling]

"I love Presents. I mean Christmas. I mean - uh - love and togetherness?"

@unhingedbutpretty

Christmassy/Holiday Starters // @unhingedbutpretty

KATYA TRIES TO HIDE HER LAUGH and fails miserably. She also loved presents. And snacks. And -

"Y'ain't gotta pretend around me - I get it," she assured.

"... How d'ya feel about STEALIN' presents?"

[adorectrine]

There’s no need to reinforce Nysalla’s point with her over-the-top theatrics. She shakes her head, letting out an exasperated sigh, already feeling like she’s wasted too many words on her. She has no desire or patience to engage with the woman's stupidity any further. In fact, she's already tempted to break the deal they made.

For a brief moment, she considers whether the information Nysalla has is really worth the agony of traveling with someone so insufferable. She values peace and quiet—it allows her to think and recharge. "If you don't stop talking, I might just put you on a skewer and have you for dinner," she mumbles under her breath, hoping Nysalla won’t hear her. She could definitely do with less of the theatrics.

People’s attitudes toward drow haven’t changed, even in a place like this. She’s not sure whether that says more about her kind or about the people who so easily judge them. Despite that, she did pick up on the fact that Nysalla was heading in the same direction. She thought about asking more questions but was already too tired of listening to her voice.

Her eyebrows furrow when Nysalla suddenly moves too close. "It’s nothing," she groans, pressing her palm against Nysalla’s forehead to push her away while slipping her arm out of the woman’s touch. "You’re going to die if you don’t shut up," she warns, stepping back to distance herself.

What did she expect from a place like this—sweet, soothing sounds? This girl is unbelievable. It’s a wonder she’s survived this long.

As they traversed the cursed lands, she remained vigilant, her senses on high alert. One hand gripped a torch tightly, while the other rested on the handle of her sheathed weapon. The land was a desolate ruin, but the one small blessing was that Nysalla was silent. It made it easier for her to stay focused and alert to their surroundings.

"What are you..." she began, noticing that Nysalla had quickened her pace. She didn’t mind the change, but a little warning would’ve been appreciated. Struggling to keep up, she felt the toll of their earlier chase. She was exhausted, and it had been too long since she’d had a proper night’s rest.

Then, a sudden unease crept over her. Nysalla's relaxed stride had shifted into something more urgent. Suspicion flared—was Nysalla planning to use this as a chance to escape, perhaps even recruit allies to her side?

She charged forward, intending to tackle Nysalla to the ground, but stopped short as vines suddenly wrapped around the drow, halting her in her tracks. "Shit..." she muttered under her breath, slipping into the shadows for cover.

From her hiding spot, she carefully observed how the elderly figure nearby would react. The figure seemed familiar, but in her weakened state and with the torch no longer burning, the shadows only drained what little energy she had left.

Given Nysalla’s tendency to run her mouth, it wasn’t a good idea to let her do the talking—especially considering she might reveal her earlier intention to kill her. She couldn’t risk that.

Stepping out of the shadows, she spoke up. "She’s with me," she said firmly. "We’re not here to cause trouble. We’re... just lovers who got lost on our way, and we stumbled upon this place. We were being chased by monsters, and this was the first sign of safety we saw. We were hoping you could help us." Lying wasn’t her strong suit, but it was worth a try.

To make the story more believable, she discarded both her swords by the bridge. "My partner just got excited to see this place, so she ran ahead," she added, her tone more casual. But when she turned to Nysalla, her expression hardened. "Right?" Her blue eyes bore into Nysalla's, silently warning her not to say anything foolish.

@mysticrosed

"Dramatic?" Nyssala yelped, her voice rising in indignation as her head snapped up to face her, eyes wide. Her hands flew up in exasperation, gesturing wildly as if to emphasize the absurdity of the accusation. Sure, she had a flair for theatrics, but this? This was not one of those moments. "Excuse me," she huffed, placing a hand over her chest with a... well... dramatic flair. "I just don’t want to be eaten alive!"

"Would we find supplies there? And how sure are you they'll just let us in?"

"There's people there. Where there’s people, there’s supplies." Nyssala’s eyes flicked toward Karma, her mind racing as she paused, weighing her words. Should she tell the truth — that she was supposed to head there after a jailbreak from Moonrise Towers along with tieflings, deep gnomes, and a cousin she barely knew, but had been sidetracked by her? Or should she play it more mysterious, keep things vague and intriguing?

Her fingers tapped absently against her thigh as she debated internally, finally settling on a compromise. "Well," she continued with a casual shrug, "I was willing to try my luck there anyway, but I figure having non-drow company might make things... easier." A sly grin tugged at her lips.

Another haunting noise echoed, closer this time, much closer. Nyssala’s eyes widened, and in an instant, she practically launched herself at Karma, latching onto the paladin’s arm with a grip that could rival a boa constrictor. “Did you hear that?” she gasped, panic written all over her face as her body pressed against Karma’s side. Her hands squeezing her as if the paladin’s presence alone could ward off the creeping horrors. "We’re going to die, aren’t we? Aren’t we?"

They didn’t die, after all. At least, not yet. Nyssala led the paladin down the familiar path toward the inn, all while the paladin keept the hungry shadows at bay like...

A shield.

She is a shield, strong and bold, A heart of fire in the cold.

Like second nature, her mind began to weave a small verse, unbidden. It wasn’t the time for poetry — hell, it was never the time when death was stalking you in the shadows — but the poet in her just wouldn’t shut up. Nyssala clenched her jaw to silence the words forming on her tongue, frustration bubbling up as her mind betrayed her with every rhyme.

Her courage blazes, never fades, Through darkest paths, in light she wades.

Despite her reluctance, Nyssala gave in, the words slipping through her thoughts like a melody she couldn’t ignore. Fine, she’d finish the damn verse now and polish it later. It wasn’t like she’d die from a little distraction. Her lips twitched in a wry smile at the irony as she mentally smoothed out the lines, promising herself she’d make it perfect — if they survived.

As they pressed through the thick, oppressive darkness, the silvery glow of Last Light Inn emerged ahead — a welcome sight that felt like a blessing from the gods themselves.

Nyssala's heart raced with excitement, her legs moving faster than her thoughts. Someone in there had to know a way to help with the mess she was in, or at least offer some protection from... Well, from the paladin who just captured her. The thought of reaching the Inn sent her rushing ahead, completely ignoring Karma's voice behind her.

Nyssala’s footfalls quickened. The anticipation of freedom — or even just a moment to breathe — pushed her forward. She would be out of the cursed shadows soon enough, with real walls between her and the horrors.

She didn’t notice the subtle rustle beneath her feet until it was too late.

In one swift, treacherous motion, vines shot up from the ground and wrapped themselves around her legs and torso, pulling her to the ground with a grunt. She struggled, trying to free herself, but the more she fought, the tighter the vines became, constricting her movements.

"Straj!" she hissed, writhing as panic began to set in. She was trapped.

Karma's voice was distant now, echoing in her ears as she tried to call out, but before she could yell for help, a figure loomed over her. An elderly half-elf, her face twisted in the most unfriendly expression ever, approached her slowly.

Nyssala’s eyes widened, but her shoulders slumped in resigned frustration. With a mixture of reckless abandon and a hint of self-deprecating humor that only a person who knew they were royally fucked up could have, she threw whatever little she could of her hands up and blurted out, “Aw, for fuck’s sake, no one says ‘hi’ anymore?”

[fleshcarverfugitive]

........... wtf Nyssala? @unhingedbutpretty

"...Interesting."

ANOTHER BLACK OUT???? HUH??? HELLO??? NYSSALA INCOMING WITH THE STEEL CHAIR??? ))

[m-for-musings]

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Edit: got tagged again by @certifieddragonenjoyer so I added another oc (not a RP muse tho)

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Nyssala ( @unhingedbutpretty )

Erala ( @more-than-a-slayer )

Abaddon

Tagging @thetavolution, @darkmothersworn, @mysticrosed and everyone else who wants to do it lol

[more-than-a-slayer]

An independent, semi-selective Resist!Durge RP blog

+18 only, presenting themes such as gore, violence, blood, drug use, sexuality & sexual relationships, and other taboo, darker themes.

AU, multiverse, multiship, polyship, crossover, Other Tav's, Dark Urge's and OC's in general, rarepairing, crackships friendly.

Follows from @m-for-musings

All my characters are usually black or latin coded, unless specified otherwise. Also: No rush on replies! I’m pretty laid-back, so no need to feel pressured to respond quickly. I’m super low-maintenance too—if we don’t talk for months, I’ll still reply like no time has passed.

Resist!Dark Urge: Erala, the sorcerer/paladin that had enough confidence in her powers (or arrogance) to defy the gods.

Written by M, she/her, 30.

Seeking ascension along @mysticrosed

!!! ATTENTION !!!

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. This character is different from my Tav. Despite resisting the urge, Erala is an antagonist, a "monster", if you will. You can, of course, influence her behaviour in various ways when you have her as your companion, and there might be, of course, silly moments, but in general this blog in specific favours darker themes, such as: violence, injury, gore, non-con, dub-con, torture, (partial) vore, mental health distresses, gaslighting, manipulation, pain worshipping, and such. Please warn me about any triggers you might have, so I can actively avoid it in my writing. All of the said themes will be tagged in the threads, and under a "read more" cut.

RULES — About Mun

About Muse: Erala

OTHER SIDEBLOGS:

@harpershigh — Jaheira RP blog

@unhingedbutpretty — comic relief with tragic past drow Tav

@grovesguardian — Halsin RP blog

Threads & Tags

Wyll — Assurance

Kitty — Fireball

Kitty — L'Apprenti sorcier

Minthara — No Gods, No Home

Astra — Blood in the Water

#[ ooc ]

#[ headcanons ]

[iron-hearts-ablaze]

"You know, I've always been drawn to people who are dangerous." From @unhingedbutpretty

𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 || Accepting

"Hm," Karlach looked across at Nyssala, voice low and eyes hooded slightly. She understood the draw to danger. It made things less boring for certain, that hint of sharpness to a flirt... Not knowing whether you were going to get hurt, or receive pleasure. Hells, perhaps both at once.

"Can't get more dangerous than a girl on fire. A shame I can't do anything about that kind of heat, eh?" She grinned.

[grovesguardian]

An independent, semi-selective Halsin RP Blog

+18 only, presenting themes such as gore, violence, blood, drug use, sexuality & sexual relationships, and other, darker themes.

AU, multiverse, multiship, polyship, crossover, Tav's, Dark Urge's and OC's in general, rarepairing, crackships friendly.

Follows from @m-for-musings

Also: No rush on replies! I’m pretty laid-back, so no need to feel pressured to respond quickly. I’m super low-maintenance too — if we don’t talk for months, I’ll still reply like no time has passed.

RULES — ABOUT MUN

My other blogs:

@m-for-musings (main - mun) @unhingedbutpretty (drow oc for D&D and BG3) @more-than-a-slayer (Resist!Durge for BG3) @harpershigh (Jaheira for D&D, MTG and BG3)

Credits: Divider by @adornedwithlight PSD colorings by @ariapsds Icon border by @underesources Banners & promo by @noahsresources Tags:

[ ooc ]

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[ musings ]

[ NSFT ]

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[chaoticbard]

Where Do You Need to be Kissed?

palm.

you give and give. you are a gentle heart, broken but still standing... always lending a hand for those who need it, expecting nothing in return. you deserve someone taking your hand and kissing your open palm, the hands which have selflessly helped so many others.

Tagged by: @iron-hearts-ablaze

Tagging: @lcftyambiticns @dvilsdesire @shimmerbeasts @unhingedbutpretty @unfortunatedarling and you!

[shimmerbeasts]

Pet Name / Nickname for Mizora From Nyssala @unhingedbutpretty Interplanar mommy :D

Nicknames/Pet Names||Accepting.

A hearty, rumbling laughter filled Mizora's belly. The Cambion buckled over in front of the drow, her wings opening just a touch and her tail swaying from side to side. Oh, that was such a droll, little thing! Drow culture had an obsession with two things: Self-preservation and the worship of the female. So, of course, Nyssala would pick a nickname based on something female.

Gasping for breath, the Cambion rose and properly looked at Nyssala. Mizora wiped away a tear from her eye, even as her stomach quivered from some left-over giggles. Her wing opened and angled itself sideways. Taking hold of the drow with the help of her claws, she urged her so close that the poor thing practically bodyslammed against her, forced to peer up at her from between her breast, stomach touching stomach.

Languid arms loosely wrapped around Nyssala's shoulders and corpse-blue, chilly hands caressed her spine. The wing, previously nicking into her shoulder with the thorn on its top, folded neatly behind her back. Mizora's voice somehow became a comforting whisper and a seductive hum, all at once, an alluring lullaby, which lowered your guard and made you want to snuggle even closer to her.

"Begs the question: Nyssala, what kind of Mummy are you looking for? Because I could easily be a mother figure if that is what you need." Her head inched closer, hot breath whispering against the drow's ear as Mizora practically purred. "Or I could be much more if that is what you desire."

[harpershigh-arch]

An independent, semi-selective Jaheira RP blog

Just like my other blogs, this is +18 only, presenting themes such as gore, violence, blood, drug use, sexuality & sexual relationships, and other, darker themes.

AU, multiverse, multiship, polyship, crossover, Tav's, Dark Urge's and OC's in general, rarepairing, crackships friendly.

Follows from @m-for-musings

ALSO! No rush on replies! I'm pretty laid-back, so no need to feel pressured to respond quickly. I'm super low-maintenance too—if we don't talk for months, I'll still reply like no time has passed. 😊

Portrayed by M, brazilian, she/her, 30. Making good retirement plans (but not really) with @mysticrosed

SOME HEADCANONS FOR JAHEIRA pt.1 SOME HEADCANONS FOR JAHEIRA pt.2

Note: If you want to ship your character with Jaheira, consider giving this a read!

RULES FOR INTERACTION ABOUT MUN

OTHER BLOGS:

@grovesguardian (Halsin RP blog — low activity) @unhingedbutpretty (my first RP blog for a Tav) @more-than-a-slayer (Resist!Durge full of spite)

Threads:

Isobel — Overworked and Exhausted

Karlach — Alight in the End of a Tunnel

Mizora — Retract the Claws

Silvius — The Oak Father's Presence

Spittle — Full of Many Things

[avernusfuries-a]

For the first time in a long time, Karlach felt as though she was light enough to simply float away. Up amongst the stars, she would've liked to have thought that she would not have to worry about too much. Not her engine. Not Zariel. Not... Gortash. Perhaps she would save the whole floating off into the stars until that was completely resolved.

Karlach sank back into the softness of the pillows, and the hand not reaching for the mouthpiece of the narghile moved to brush against the cover of it. Not the fanciest, but comfortable enough and the texture of them felt lovely against the palms of her hands. Gods, she'd forgotten about pillows, squidgy and squoogy. Delightful.

She took another draw in it, and this time she didn't splutter her way through the exhale. It didn't catch at the back of her throat as it had before, but instead ... Smooooth. She wondered if this was what the dragons in storybooks did in the aftermath of their fire breath. The only dragon she had ever seen in her life had been near the mountain pass, but a sneeze away from where the Rosymourn Monastery lay gutted and broken.

Karlach eyed Nyssala, and for a moment, she considered mulling over the question. "I hope they're all lonely. Bunch of rat bastards that they are." Even through the haze of a comfortable high, there was hatred in her words. World would be better off if they did not exist at all. But where men and their greed existed, there would always be someone there to offer them their heart's desire. For a price.

The tiefling let out a grunt. "Are you seriously telling me that you would subject a puppy to devils? Pet or not, I wouldn't. Give me the puppies. I got two hands for a reason, I can take head-petting in shifts."

"Hah! Look at you, already handling it like a pro!"

Nyssala took a deep, slow drag from the narghile, her lips wrapping lazily around the mouthpiece as the fragrant smoke curled in her lungs. A heavy cough announced that the herbs hit her for good.

She let herself melt into the cushions beneath her. She exhaled in a long, relaxed breath, watching the smoke swirl in the air like a dancing ghost before disappearing into the dark.

Her pupils dilated, and the world became soft, blurry at the edges, the tension in her body evaporating like dew under a warm sun. Across from her, Karlach leaned back, her massive frame sprawled comfortably, fiery skin glowing faintly in the low light. Nyssala's head felt light, like it was stuffed with feathers, and a grin spread lazily across her face.

Her mind begins to wander off into some distant, foggy thought. She pulled at the narghile again, the smoke making her thoughts slow down even further, everything feeling wonderfully distant and silly. A laughter bubbled up, for no reason at all.

Everything was just... funny.

She squinted at Karlach, her eyes wide, her head tilted. "Do you think... do you think devils ever get lonely? Like, Raphael? What if he’s just really sad 'cause no one hugged him? Or Mizora? What if she's just a bitch 'cause her mom doesn't love her?" She threw her hands out dramatically, almost tipping over from the movement, her body rolling with the motion like jelly.

Nyssala snorted, her laughter turning into a full, tipsy giggle fit. "Well, my mom doesn't love me either, nor Minthara's. I think that explains the bitchness." Another pull at the narghile. "Not that I want to hug them, those assholes can suck it, but like, what if they need therapy?" She doubled over, laughing uncontrollably, her shoulders shaking. “Or a puppy! Like, what if Raphael and Mizora just needed a puppy?!”

[soulswearied]

@unhingedbutpretty to Gavin

15. gently tracing their fingers on one of mine’s scars.

@unhingedbutpretty

"Mnh?" He was half asleep when her fingers trailed down the nasty looking scar on his side. "S'old, Nys," Gavin's stupidly tired brain was a bit confused at first. But then he realized she was asking where it had come from. "Uh, shadow druids. I was uh, twenty, I think. They were bears, and they were angry."