#[ ALKAS ;; THE DARK URGE ]

[hell-alka]

Hi Minsc!! 👋

[melpcmene-arch]

astarion: it was a simple plan, i was gonna seduce, sleep and manipulate you. alkas: you what.

[bhaalswn-arch]

instead of loving alkas if he was a worm, would you still love alkas if he was in his slayer form

[melpcmene-arch]

"But I am, ain't I? No point in disproving it when it's obviously clear. I am a monster; bhaalspawn. I am tainted. I kill for pleasure, even though a big part of me refuses to do that. Yet I can't stop myself from these rancid thoughts. Unable to completely rid them away. I killed thousands. Do you still believe I am not a monster?"

"you're still not a monster." lips pull into a slight frown, arms crossing over her chest. "i don't care what other people call you. you aren't a monster to me."

[hell-alka]

Intimidating Vampire Lord🦇

[melpcmene-arch]

one-liner starter call. ( @darkysturge )

( You feel a connection - a familiar rancid blood calling out between the two souls. ) "You're... You're like... me, right?"

[bhaalswn-arch]

Also since I took the bd/sm test for Alkas-- well. Here's the results:

[melpcmene-arch]

Was affection ever part of his life? He had a feeling it had not been. He couldn't even remember anything from his childhood. Yet Alkas is confident enough to say that affection had been heavily lacking in most of his past. It was hard to ease up to it, yet it became a familiar experience with someone like Lucan who could keep him close.

His heart is beating, and it pounds faster than usual. ( Your so-called rancid blood is rushing to your cheeks, a faint thing that coloured even the tips of your half-elven ears. But you're too keen to ignore it. ) "We've all done things to survive. More worse than others. But I... I mean it. Take a compliment, c'mon."

An arm gently wraps around the half-elf's shoulder. Another affectionate gesture to keep the other man close. Something he knows he perhaps shouldn't do. But it's hard when it all comes so naturally. The redhead sighs at the thought, piercing golden eyes lingering over Alkas' figure before a smile forms over his lips. Alkas says he's a monster, and Lucan knows something in him is. But the man next to him now is far from that, he looks gentle even.

The words spoken bring a soft, low chuckle out of Lucan. "Too good, huh?" Pearly white teeth flash towards the other. "I don't know if I believe that, I've done quite a few things to survive in it, you know?"

[alkasden]

Receiving a message back, Alkas felt her chest tighten when Valentino's voice filtered in. Seeing his face in the recording, too, only made that love potion nag at her mind, making the cravings come back harder for him. She had to take a long breath to resist it.

Go to him. Go to him. GO TO HIM!

She continued to watch, the teasing shot of his body was only making it harder just before she noticed her own face. The threat of his words was that she would be known now through everyone Valentino had connections with. That made this chase all the more terrifying, the paranoia already making her dart her head around where she was.

He's going to find you. You want that, don't you?

Shaking her head, she holds a trembling finger up to her phone, intending to send another message to him. She hesitates, biting her oil-stained lip enough to make the dark substance drip down her chin. Was she even going to be safe in the Lust ring?

Run, bitch. Run.

She lit up one of his cigarettes, her hands shaking like it was the only sensation to keep her from running back to him even if it pulled her deeper into his grasp in the long run. No plans and no goals were made before her run. Only the urge to flee... and perhaps the intention for him to chase.

@the-delightful-temptation

[princguard-a]

not me mistaking @melpcmene 's Alkas for a squidman bc i don't know what a dark urge character is.

[bhaalswn]

Throws myself here-- 'cos I've been reading more of: Listen for the Lie, and Lucy has so much like-- "Dark Urge" thoughts in this. Annotating every bit of those dark thoughts right now 'cos it just screams out Alkas right now

[melpcmene-arch]

His eyes dart down at the crackling energy - a dark source; unknown eldritch horrors, or so Alkas had assumed. It was different from his own magic. His mind eases. Connection lost for the time being. He never knew that there was someone else like him. Right?

Alkas looks at the dead body, then back towards the tiefling. They were unfamiliar. However, the connection was not. ( You never thought there would be more people like you; past hidden, obscured from your view. But would it be the same for them? You could only wonder ... ) His gaze drops to the half-skeletal fawn. Hm, cute and yet oddly morbid. But cute nonetheless. "I do, yes. Do you have that thing squirming around? Back of the eye? In your head too?"

( ✹ ☽ ) THE CRACKLE OF dark energy sat within the clawed hand of the tiefling as they'd come across the man who stood above a body of his own make. their head tilts, lip twitching as the familiar surge of connection dug into their mind like the thorns OF A ROSE.

AH . . ( YOU'VE FOUND SOMEONE LIKE YOU )

THE CRACKLING ENDS, though ready to strike at a moments notice ; TRUST WAS EARNED. ❝ NO ONE IMPORTANT. but we've a connection, do you not FEEL IT ? ❞ eyes narrow while fingers brush atop the head of a half - skeletal fawn WHO PEAKED AROUND the tiefling's robes.

[sanguine-salvation]

Eliza brings them a tea, an alka seltzer, and a big breakfast. "Partied hardy my love?"

"Mmmghh... that is one way to put it..." They grumble through their hands, the sheer exhaustion and ache oozing from each word like they had to drag it out of their damn mouth. "Haven't been out like that since that night in Monaco..."

But the smell of breakfast and tea lures them out from under their fingers. "Mm... Rózsám, that smells nice, what is it?" They crack an eye open against the urge to just stay in some self-imposed dark.

[movedofunderdarks]

[ 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐢𝐫 ] : sender is holding the receiver by the throat. ( dark urge timeee )

HANDS round his throat, Tazengar opens his one good eye to stare at his assailant. Alkas? Eyes widen momentarily before realisation dawns. His hands come up, fingers circling @bhaalswn's wrists and tugging downward. The Urges have taken him over - Tazengar recognises that even as he fights to breathe with such limited airways.

{ ... could hit him, hurt him to free yourself . . . } he ignores the tadpole's temptations, knowing it's the last thing they need. Instead moving his hands to Alkas' face, cupping familiar cheeks; thumbs brushing the smattering of freckles. He hopes this works - because if it doesn't : he's a dead Drow.

" Al..." He chokes; willing himself to be able to speak once more.

"Do not go far from me. " fight it.

[stxrmstained]

biting your lover’s lip amidst a kiss .

Sharp canines press into his lower lip, piercing skin without a warning. If that is the dark urge crawling out, ravening, craving for a taste of freshly spilled blood— Seira fails to notice, too drunk in want, heat and passion.

The pain makes him gasp, and tighten his grip on Alkas' jaw, pulling away from their kiss and vicious teeth to lick their lips, tasting himself in them. Metallic. Not unpleasant, but not ideal. He has had his own blood in his mouth way too many times, and right now would rather have Alkas instead. With a thumb on his lower lip, that caresses briefly over his scar, he prompts the half-elf's mouth open. Warm breath from a hungry sigh is poured in it, and his tongue soon follows.

[melpcmene-arch]

It won't happen again, I promise. Alkas raised both eyebrows. Then his eyes soften for a fraction of a second before an air of amusement took over. "It won't? Shame." He began, the corner of his lips curling. "It's been so long since someone had attempted to choke me out. Jokes aside. I suppose these things do happen. Yet I question why that had happened. Was it a nightmare that kicked your fight or flight instincts? Or something else entirely?" ( The idea of prodding around - connecting two parasites together crosses your mind, however, you think that Seira would not appreciate that. ) "Whatever it was, I guess I'll be sleeping a little less close to you."

"Perhaps." Addressing the subject directly is... embarrassing at the very least. It's a part of him that he would have rather kept hidden from his travel companions... and everyone else. That nobody woke up to see them rolling on the ground is a miracle that he is immeasurably thankful about.

He ignores Alkas' tone, his own more grave. Either he takes the chance and talks now, or he'll keep avoiding it forever. "About that..." he starts. "It won't happen again. I promise." Or so he hopes.