#//maestrojax

[psionicmolotov]

"Kimmuriel, can I borrow your hand for a moment?" If Kimmuriel offers it Jarlaxle is just going to hold it and smile at him.

"More of your strange trickery."

He doesn't pull his hand away, though. He seems Pretty Okay With This Happening, actually.

[psionicmolotov]

"Do not get used to such admissions. And do not grin at me like that."

👌 (despite his best efforts)

send me 👌 if your muse would bang mine // @psionicmolotov

"I am shocked, I never would have guessed." of course that was a ruse, a grin on the drows face as he looked at the other.

( Its ok Kimmuriel. I don't think anyone would blame you. Jarlaxle least of all )

[bloodyarn]

@maestrojax @gemshroud

Amazing wingman 👏👏👏

bonus:

[harpershigh]

❛ stop asking me if I’m ok I’ll literally make out with you. ❜

Jaheira blinked, utterly caught off guard, her head tilting slightly as if trying to discern whether she’d just been challenged or warned.

“Was that... meant to deter me or encourage me?”

[gemshroud]

@maestrojax continued from here

Entreri continued scowling. It wasn't uncommon for Jarlaxle to disappear for a time, and though Entreri knew better than to trust whatever he was up to, there was a certain level to which he did trust that Jarlaxle could take care of himself while doing it. To see Jarlaxle return in this state had been actually surprising. Uncomfortably so.

He curled his index finger under Jarlaxle's chin to frown more discerningly at the blood on his mouth, a rough thumb coming to trace just beneath his bottom lip. Artemis Entreri did not have hands entirely capable of gentleness. His hold was firm and probably stung. His eyes scanned carefully for any open cuts but found none, just leftover blood, presumably spit out. That was possibly worse.

"How did you manage to get yourself captured?" he asked, somewhat accusingly.

Because Jarlaxle didn't get captured. That was the whole point of being Jarlaxle.

Entreri was trying hard not to think about the hitherto impossible possibility that Jarlaxle might not have returned to him at all.

Instead an acidic sort of anger boiled in his chest.

[relentlessgrief]

@maestrojax sent:

"I got the great gromph himself to enchant a bottle of wine for us. If you wish to chat still."

So Jarlaxle kept his word.

With a newly vested interest, Connor is suddenly... All ears. Figuratively, of course.

"Always. It's quite lonely. And it's quite an honor to be able to speak to the legend himself."

[bloodtwin]

@maestrojax ❝ Drawn & quartered. ❞

[never-surrender]

Send “UNF” to pin my muse against the wall with DESIRE - Aurelia :3

PIN MY MUSE \\ accepting

She didn't even know what was happening. One moment she was indulging in a kiss... and the next she was pressed against the wall. Unable to help the gasp that escapes her throat, her back bows into Jarlaxle's body, an act that presses them firmly together than they already were. "well.. now that you have me here..." she trails off, a flirtatious smile making its way to her lips.

[accultant]

"Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?"

That one makes them laugh, something close to a snort, a small smile behind their hand. Iago leans back where they sit and makes a ' go on ' gesture with their other arm.

"Oh, that one isn't half-bad. Horribly cheesy, but you're getting close to endearing. Yes, do try again," they tease. "From the top. Maybe with a strut this time."

[fleshcarverfugitive]

@spiderwarden @maestrojax

how this feels rn

[chaoticbard]

it's hard to focus when i see him walking across the room.

Alaara couldn't help but chuckle. "Jax. You're absolutely lost to him. Positively, utterly, infinitely lost."

"If you don't go say something to him, I will. On your behalf. If I were you, I'd worry about that. I have my kazoo with me."

[psionicmolotov]

✧

✧ I would kill you. (Did once, doesn't any more.) ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[psionicmolotov]

Kimmuriel, with his usual strictness, would not allow lovers regardless. He is no doctor, but crowding the bed and fooling around as Jarlaxle so enjoys doing would not be conductive to his health (and also it would just result in someone else getting sick, which would inevitably become yet another problem to solve).

"Do you wish for me to hover over your bedside?" he says dryly, raising his eyebrows briefly. Amazingly, this doesn't seem to be entirely pure sarcasm, and sounds almost like a legitimate offer.

"You need to rest." Kimmuriel is enforcing bed rest whether you like it or not, no sneaking out.

Make jarlaxle rest // @psionicmolotov

Jarlaxle felt truly miserable, but it was still trying to get up and run off on some hair brained adventure. Though he was soon stopped by his first. For truly, who else could make the crafty drow stay in his bed? Well, beyond a lover, but he doubted that was going to be kimmuriel. Especially with jarlaxle looking terribly sick.

He groaned and laid back in his bed. "I assume you are going to babysit me all day?" He said, knowing that the other male didn't need to. For only he knew where the leader was, and he knew most of his tricks. The mercenary leader knew when he had been beaten and sighed. "At least I don't have to do any work now."

[bloodyarn]

@maestrojax @gemshroud

They cheer him on whenever he breathes!

[harpershigh]

❛ i don’t think any of you understand how important i am to the plot. ❜

Jaheira couldn't help but snort, amusement flickering in her eyes despite herself. She leaned forward, letting her tone drip with exaggerated exasperation. "Oh, please, Jax. Everyone knows just how essential you are to this grand misadventure of ours." She paused, just long enough to deliver just the right amount of drama. "You're the very reason it’s all gone sideways to begin with."

[gemshroud]

Leaves him a small container of sweets, dark chocolate covered coffee beans, with a small note on top. It reads 'For you I hope you like them. They are bitter like you <3'

Entreri scoffs. Jarlaxle likes to pamper his pets, it seems. The magic shirts, the nice hats... And these quaint little snacks. Entreri continues to chafe at it, because the day he doesn't anymore will be the day he loses. And in the world these two men live in, the day you lose is the day you die.

Entreri has operated this way since childhood. Aligning with powerful patrons and "allies" enough to advance in the world but never giving up that last sliver of autonomy he holds clutched most tightly in his fist. Jarlaxle understands, because he's done the same.

Entreri inspects one of the seemingly innocuous little chocolate beans between his fingers and finally pops it into his mouth. He makes a face.

They're really good. Bastard.