twenty7knives

[twenty7knives]

I've not been around for a while now (nor on my other blogs). Things have been busy with my study, I've been taking care of family due to health related matters and my muse seemed to hit and dip randomly. But I'm planning on returning, finally! So, I'll be working on replies and I'll slowly get back to people on here and discord. Apologies for having kept you waiting.

Contemplating an interaction or starter call whilst at it, hm..

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GET TO KNOW THE MUN !

ALIAS. Sage

AGE. 26

ZODIAC. Aquarius

HEIGHT.  1,73m.. 5' 8" (?)

HOBBIES. Gaming, writing, gardening, cycling, losing myself to my hyperfixations

FAVOURITE  COLOUR.  Oh, I can never pick.. moss green, ocean blue or maybe lilac

FAVOURITE BOOKS.  The Witcher

LAST SONG. Away With Your Fairies by Two Steps From Hell

LAST  MOVIE.  I haven't watched a movie in ages. NO IDEA. Possibly Jurassic Park.. I plan on rewatching Atlantis: the lost empire this weekend, so, that.

LAST  SHOW. Killing Eve

RECENT READ.  Do.. do fanfics count? No, New Spring (Wheel of Time) though I quit so.. I'll start The Neverending Story soon (yes, the children's book)

FUN FACT. I have a habit of quietly singing when i'm nervous whilst playing horror games, as a way to distract myself from impending doom. the more intense the game, the more intense my singing or humming.

TAGGED BY: I stole it like Nine-Fingers would 💅

TAGGING: @harpershigh @legatumlunae @astarigod @iron-hearts-ablaze & and anyone else who would like to do this! If I tagged anyone who already did this, I AM SORRY. Clearly I didn't see so please link me, okay thank you, bye.

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they made this cool new kind of sex toy, they're calling it a "knife"

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"Of course you'd steal Shar's dagger and doom us all with some ancient curse. Truly, what was I expecting? A quiet day? Silly me."

"Silly you indeed." Astele replied simply, eyes shining with excitement as she carefully inspected her new weapon. Like a magpie attracted to all things shiny, proud with its new find. "As if we aren't already cursed by default.. One more curse won't harm, whereas this dagger will definitely help."

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"Stealing a necromancer's mother from the shelf, really?"

..........

"...I'll give you cover."

A small, mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.. a telltale sign since young that she was up to no good. "It gives me the perfect opportunity to make a fitting 'your mother' joke.. I cannot pass on this."

Her smirk only grew at Jaheira's response, shrugging in arrogance. "I knew I could count on you." Now.. the time she stole the idol.. there's many instances, really.

And just like that, the rogue did what she did best; crouch down, hide and sneak her way around to indeed snatch the jar off the shelf.

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*drinking all the wine she could find at Moonrise's rooftop*

"If I go down, at least I won't go sober."

Astele looks at her in clear disapproval, hands perched on her hips before reaching out to snatch the last bottle out of Jaheira's hand and put it away. "You're like a walking molotov cocktail.. one flame and you'll get us all blown up."

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It is ridiculous that they needed a crisis that threatened the Swordcoast and beyond to actually take the next step together. And yet they did, and whilst the city was in bad shape, even Astele’s precious city could be rebuilt. The Guild invested a great deal in this, as well as support and well.. she suddenly has a bunch of children under her wing. So really, with all that has to be taken care of, Astele may need that gentleness Jaheira could so beautifully offer. Her partner, now.. finally.

However, patterns created are usually not easily broken. As proved to be the case when they walked the familiar streets, close enough to touch and yet.. aside from the occasional brush, nothing seemed to happen. Astele lightly turned her head then, having memorised every stone beneath her feet enough to be able to not pay attention where she went, and truly looked at.. her partner. And so, as they’ve been actively breaking patterns and rebuilding into something more the same way their city seemed to break and be rebuilt as well, Astele took yet another step. She reached out to take Jaheira’s hand, thumb gently caressing. No words said as Astele didn’t think it necessary, finding the silence comfortable all the way into the other woman’s home. It still sounds off to say that she is finding her home here, too.. and so she doesn’t. Still, the way she walked through the place would suggest otherwise. She felt highly comfortable here, with the bustle here during daytime and how every detail screamed Jaheira. Especially in the woman’s secret little grove beneath.

The moment they reached the bathroom, Astele started removing her clothes whilst observing the other woman with clear intrigue. Of course, the Guildmaster has always been intrigued by the way the High Harper used her powers; but her observation was much more gentle now, even if clearly impressed. She came closer, observing the tub filling, the water warming, the pleasantly calm scents finding her nostrils. “Show off.” Muttered only with affection, shivering softly as she stepped into the warm water, some muscles instantly relaxing at the warmth surrounding her. For a moment, she considered lifting her druid into the water with her, but decided against it. It could possibly ruin the gentleness that Jaheira had so beautifully created, and thus she gratefully sat down in the tub instead. “It’s the perfect temperature, thank you.” Still, the woman didn’t fully relax as her arms came to rest atop the tub, hands gripping the sides as she looked up expectantly. “Will you join me?” And that would make her relax.

She still remembers their first time, right after they had both nearly died and were caked in blood. They’d washed each other, and in desperation to be reminded that they were both alive, explored and anchored in each other’s bodies. And here they are again, over 14 years later, finding each other in bath yet again. Now without the threat on lives, the reminder of their lives instead sworn to be spent together.

A good thing Astele didn’t resist too much. Jaheira really didn’t fancy having to shove the Guildmaster through a Dimension Door like a sack of cabbages — or worse, slinging her over her shoulder like a prize stag while wildshaped into an owlbear. Oh, that would have been a story. But this was better. A walk home, plain and simple. Legs on the ground, dignity intact.

They walked through the winding alleys of the Lower City, construction sites flocking around them in the collective effort to rebuild the city, a good portion of them funded by the Guild's money. Astele's money. A financial help that gave the dukes no other choice but to accept it, just like they accepted any other rich merchant's help. Since money was the only language they understood, and Minsc's reassurances would do little to aid anyone's cause anyway.

The night was quiet, but not too quiet. Comfortable. Familiar. After so many years of sneaking glances in smoky back rooms, of stolen touches behind locked doors, of lives too tangled to belong to each other fully — Jaheira should have been used to it by now...

But she wasn’t.

She caught herself glancing sideways more than once, fingers twitching with the impulse to reach out and take Astele’s hand. To lace their fingers together like it was nothing. Like she didn’t live half her life behind masks and mirrors and guarded words. She wanted to look up at her, eyes soft, unguarded, and say gods, I’ve missed you — but the words hovered unsaid behind her teeth.

What if Astele didn’t want to take that step? What if she never intended to?

So she said nothing. Just kept walking at her side, close enough that their arms occasionally brushed. That was enough. For now.

At least they didn’t have to worry about being followed anymore. And once they stepped through the door of her home, the Harper wards humming softly at their return, Jaheira allowed herself to breathe.

The house was quiet, the kind of peace that only was possible when children were deep in their dreams. Only then, Jaheira gently took Astele's hand in hers. Without a word, she led her up the stairs, each step creaking softly under their feet.

Upon reaching the bathroom, Jaheira released Astele's hand, moved to the large tub at the corner and extended her hands over the empty basin, her fingers tracing intricate patterns in the air as she whispered an incantation. In response, a shimmering veil of magic unfurled from her palms, coalescing into a cascade of crystal-clear water that poured seamlessly into the tub, filling it with a gentle, rhythmic lapping.

Once the tub was nearly full, Jaheira's incantation shifted, her voice adopting a deeper timbre as she invoked another spell. A soft, golden glow emanated from her fingertips, descending upon the water's surface. The liquid responded immediately, rippling as waves of warmth permeated it, transforming the cool water into a soothing bath. The steam began to rise, curling in the air carrying the subtle scent of lavender and chamomile, herbs she had infused into the water countless times before for their calming properties, and now infuses yet again for good measure.

Satisfied, Jaheira turned back to Astele, a gentleq smile on her lips. "The bath is ready," she murmured, her voice soft, inviting.

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Astele barely registered that Jaheira had undone the bindings keeping her in place, the thought barely even clicking as she brought up her hands so she could rest her head on top of them. Finally, she opened her eyes again and turned slightly so she could look at the harper fondly. All fire previously felt now extinguished, leaving behind only comfort and warmth. “Aye.. because you guided me through.” Her own voice seemingly mirroring Jaheira’s, low and full of affection. No one else has ever seen and been with the Guildmaster like this, and no one else ever will. Over the years, they’d both become each other’s exceptions in many ways.

“No, don’t. I want it to heal on its own and feel the process.” Because of course Astele enjoyed the pain and the process that accompanied it. However, even if enjoying the rough edges, the woman visibly melted underneath Jaheira’s soft touch. Muscles relaxed, eyes grew heavy, her smile became softer and a hand reached for the one tracing her lip, holding it tightly in her own. Even as she could feel shifting behind her, and gentle kisses tracing her skin, Astele refused to let go till she sensed Jaheira wanting to wrap her arms around her.

Unsurprisingly though, the younger woman shifted in the embrace and turned around so that she could look deeply into the eyes she’s come to adore for so long. So many colours seemed to dance within, like little flames flickering around a campfire. Still, she couldn’t help but close her eyes the moment Jaheira’s fingers found her hair and scalp. It’s always been a weakness, after all, shown once more in the way pleased hums fell from her lips. “I wish we could stay in this moment forever.” So much for the big, bad Guildmaster.. so much for how she used to be when they first met. One thing clearly didn't change though, as even amidst the gentle, Astele wasn't quite ready to give into resting yet. Hands reached out to gently pull the woman even closer, one holding her close whilst another drew gentle patterns alongst the other's belly, up, down and further down.. eyes opening once again to take in each and every little reaction. "But I can't possibly rest before getting a taste of you."

Jaheira's movements now were slow and careful, methodical even, as she removed the harness and moved around the bed to work on Astele's bindings. Each one came undone with the same steady precision with which she'd tied them, her fingers soothing as they traced over reddened skin and indents left behind.

She didn't speak at first. Just watched the way Astele shivered from the high of release and surrender, from trust that had been tested and not found wanting. There wasn't a more beautiful sight than to see Astele like this. Not only flustered, trembling and exhausted, but utterly satisfied.

Only then did Jaheira allow herself a small, fond smile. She took in the sight of the marks she'd left, the gentle murmur of Astele's voice. Her handiwork. Her triumph. "You held beautifully," she praised, her voice low and full of affection. "Just as I knew you would."

She moved like a healer in ritual, fingers glowing faintly with natural magic as she pressed them gently to Astele's skin, smearing salves into every mark, every tender swell. Her touch was soft now, calloused thumbs stroking over a pulse point, the shell of an ear, the curve of a shoulder... And over the bruised lip, along with a soft Lesser Restoration to stop the small bleeding.

She kissed Astele's hair, her temple, her spine, wrapping her arms around her from behind, pulling her close against the warmth of her chest. "Rest, now..." She whispered, fingers stroking Astele's scalp in a gentle, affectionate cafuné.

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After all this time, Astele truly shouldn’t be surprised about Jaheira’s acts of care. And yet, she’s still not used to it even now, an instinct to flinch away given.. though she managed to keep herself from doing so at the last moment. She’s safe. And so, her eyes fell shut as she allowed Jaheira to wash her face and she even found herself leaning into the touch.. craving it.

“Ah, well.. your efforts in teaching are finally starting to pay off.” She opened her eyes again, one hand reaching up to gently grab Jaheira’s hands, bringing it to her lips to place a gentle kiss upon it. Oh, how close they had gotten.. “The city won’t believe it.. the guildmaster casting spells and the druid throwing knives, hm?”

As soon as Jaheira stepped aside, Astele had cast Sunbeam and burned several opponents to mere dust. An improvement indeed, without the druid badly burned. Her druid, whom had taught her this very spell.

As their fellow companions scattered after the battle, Astele casually walked over to Jaheira, covered in sweat and grime. "You fought well, Harper.." No jab, just a genuine compliment accompanied by a half-smile.

Jaheira had just finished cleaning herself with a sponge and a bowl of fresh water she just created — not even close to a bath, but hopefully it was enough to take off the grime and soot from the battle.

Just the sound of Astele’s footsteps approaching was enough to bring a fond smile to Jaheira's lips. With a gentle wave of her hand, she cleared the used water and summoned a fresh bowlful.

"I could say the same about you, Guildmaster." Jaheira dipped the sponge into the fresh water and turned to Astele. Gently, she began to wipe the grime from her face.

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Why couldn’t she have kept her mouth shut? But no, of course not, of course she couldn’t. Astele hated to admit it, but she.. felt jealous. Jaheira always seemed to ask Karlach to carry her things, to help her out. And let’s not even start at them both being able to drink well together, unlike Astele who definitely cannot hold her liquor and is left brooding from afar.

“Good.” A short reply, betraying nothing at all as she adjusted her gaze from Jaheira onto the blades she was cleaning. “No particular reason, just thought I’d remind you considering you’ve been encumbering poor Karlach for a while now.” Ah, shit.. there it is. And just like that, Astele ensured her gaze remained entirely fixed onto the blade.. oh so interesting. Fuck.

"I'm strong too, you know.." (seemingly out of nowhere, even if Astele could've been spotted brooding not too long prior)

Jaheira paused mid-motion, resting the mortar against the stone bowl as she looked up at Astele, brows furrowing in mild confusion.

"Why, I've never once questioned the Guildmaster’s strength." She smirks, trying to keep her voice light, but... That was an odd thing to say, and Jaheira wasn't one to let odd things go unchecked.

"In fact… Your strength is one of the few things I don't doubt in this chaos." She said softly, setting her tools and the half-done poison aside. "Why?"

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PICK A SONG FOR EACH LETTER OF YOUR URL

T: Take me to Church - Hozier W: Who Will Save You Now – Les Friction E: Enemy – Tommee Profitt N: Never Go Back - Evanescence T: Take the Crown – 2WEI Y: You Don’t Own Me – Lesley Gore 7: Seven Nation Army – The White Stripes (cheating a bit here, I know) K: Killer Queen - Queen N: Never Take Me Alive - I WAS THE LION I: I Could Tell You But I’d Have To Kill - Unloved V: Villain - MISSIO E: Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Tears for Fears S: Set Your World On Fire – I Will Never Be The Same

TAGGED BY: @harpershigh (THANK YOU, LOVED THIS ONE) TAGGING: anyone who wants to do this!

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hey… *presses your head to my chest* we miss you. and I know you’re probably busy with life and work and what have you, but just know that your absence has been noted and felt. *kisses the top of your head* I hope life is being kind to you

AAAAAAAAH. thank you so much for this kindness, honestly. i appreciate it more than you could possibly imagine. i have indeed been very busy (& still am), but i am planning on becoming more active again. slowly but surely.

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One of the many reasons why she enjoys submitting to Jaheira, is because she always gives her exactly what she needs. Astele lets out a soft hiss at the first raking of nails across her skin, though it quickly melted into a moan as she enjoyed the pleasurable burn. These would definitely remain for a while, gracing her skin and reminding Astele whenever she’d run her fingertips over them.. who would’ve expected that the big, bad Guildmaster enjoys being marked and claimed.

Of course, Astele was ready to complain the second Jaheira pulled out, leaving her empty and aching for her touch yet again. But the words died in her throat as soon as Jaheira leaned over her, keeping her quiet without even doing anything. Her arms tried against the bindings almost on instinct though, seeking ways to get closer to the other woman without any success. “I should hope so.” Her own voice barely above a whisper, surprisingly gentle as compared to her usual witty remarks. She didn’t even try and get Jaheira to continue what she was doing so good earlier, knowing well that she’d be properly taken care of.

Astele had to bite her lip to keep herself from moaning at being called a good girl, though couldn’t suppress the intense shivers running along her spine in physical reactions. Her back arched up, desperately seeking more contact. “Jaheira..” Almost a whimper, feeling the other’s tongue on the back of her neck, eyes fluttering closed. If she hadn’t fully submitted before, she definitely did the moment her hair was curled around Jaheira’s hand in a vice-like grip and the kiss behind her ear came. Astele felt her excitement peak once more, understanding very well what was about to come. The small smirk curling her lips showed so.

Her hips briefly twitched, a soft gasp in pleasure as the tips of fingers brushed over her clit with precision. Jaheira strums her exactly right, knows how to get her going and to make her lose her mind.. “Fuck.. oh, fuck.” Her voice came out high, coated in surprise as she was suddenly filled just like that again. Her pleasure climbed fast, her moans completely unrestrained as the strength seemingly left her body in favour of moving along with Jaheira as best she could with every thrust. It burned, it pierced and.. that’s precisely what made it feel so good. Sparks of pleasure so intense that they don’t only prickle her body, but her entire being. Every movement was so devastatingly precise that Astele very much felt like an instrument played with the utmost proficiency. All fire and heat, all coiling tighter and tighter until.. it snapped.

Astele released something akin to a battle cry as she entirely unravelled, her name rolling off her tongue as if a prayer of total devotion. Her body wasn’t her own anymore, reacting solely to Jaheira’s every touch before going entirely limp, sated. She was breathing heavily, skin shining from the light sheen of sweat. Her tongue briefly ran along her bruised lips, tasting that telltale metallic taste of blood.. she hadn’t even realised she’d been biting her lip at some point. She wasn’t aware of anything right now, allowing herself to float entirely in this complete bliss. “You are.. unreal.” spoken with something dangerously close to reverence.

The way Astele shifted — arching, inviting, practically begging — didn't go unnoticed. And when the request to mark her came, Jaheira didn't hesitate. She didn't even think. Her fingers curled against Astele's skin, nails dragging deeply along the curve of her hips. She carved a path just below the bone, slow and claiming, until her hands gripped the flesh of her ass with a possessive ferocity.

The marks she left weren’t careless — they were a hunter’s signature. Like a lioness raking her claws across a fresh kill, not to wound, but to brand, just as Astele wanted. To say this one is mine. Any other woman who'd ever lain in Astele's bed would know it the moment she saw it, and oh, if the idea didn't stirred a dark sense of pride in her.

She paused, sliding the harness out of Astele, admiring her handiwork with a soft caress. She leaned in again, her breath hot against Astele’s nape. "You'll feel me tomorrow," she whispered in her ear. "And you'll remember exactly what I did to you."

Jaheira's lips trailed over Astele’s shoulders in soft, reverent kisses, and her hands tugged at the ropes just enough to test their hold. Still firm. Still perfect.

"You've been such a good girl…" she murmured, her voice dipping into something velvety and low, sweet like honey but with an unmistakable wanton edge undeneath. Her tongue brushed hot up against Astele’s neck, lingering, savouring. "And good girls…"

A kiss just behind the ear. A hand curled firmly around her hair.

"…deserve to be ruined properly."

The hand tangled in Astele’s hair now pressed her head firmly into the pillow, holding her still like a hunted thing finally caught. Jaheira’s other hand spread wide across the curve of Astele’s lower back, her palm hot, fingers digging in as they found their way around the hipbone and slid forward to find her clit.

She wouldn't even need to move her hand much; just the right press of her fingers, drawn with knowing purpose, to accompany the rhythm of her movements. And when she moved, she drove into Astele again, pouring the full weight of her body into every thrust, like the earth itself pressing down to stake its claim with every sharp, resounding slam of the harness against Astele's skin.

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Well, she hadn't actually planned on drinking today.. but being asked like this? Now she simply could not back away - her pride prevented her from doing so. Even if her pride would probably be even more damaged after drinking..

"Perfect day for it, aye?" She looked down at another bottle she managed to snatch from the trunk, seeing it wasn't just wine.. it was something far heavier. Oh joy. But no, no backing off now. So, instead of being smart, the woman uncorks the bottle and holds it out to Jaheira, "care to join me?"

"Who says I'm gathering this wine for you? Perhaps I'd like a drink for once, too." (ignoring the fact she can't hold her liquor)

"Are you sure?" Jaheira asked, an eyebrow raised, knowing full well the Guildmaster handled her liquor like a baby owlbear on stilts.

She quietly began preparing Protection from Poison, just in case history decided to repeat itself.

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"Clearly, I am not." Astele almost barked out, arms crossing over her chest in annoyance. "What's so wrong about giving someone a heads up first? Maybe then you wouldn't have to deal with me darting off, as you call it."

"stop casting spells on me without warning me first! it's rude." (unsaid: you give me a jumpscare every time)

"Ye gods, must we do this every time? Stop darting off when I’m trying to keep you alive! I thought you'd be used to it by now."

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*watches Astele very half-heartedly struggle against the vines*

"Come on... You're not even trying."

Astele stopped her uninspired movements, looking over at Jaheira almost guiltily. Almost. Except, she didn’t feel guilty at all for enjoying herself more than she should right now. And being called out on it was enough to make her drop the act entirely.

“Well, that’s because I don’t exactly mind my current predicament.” Blunt as ever, accompanied by the smallest of smirks that she simply could not hold back.

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"Be a good girl and mind these bottles for me, would you? I'd hate to see them shatter."

It shouldn’t affect her. Oh, it really shouldn’t affect her and yet.. Astele found herself gathering said bottles into her pack with the utmost care almost on instinct.

Still, there was a part of her that wished to rebel and test, and so.. “And what do I get in return, hm? You know my services don’t come cheap.”