#˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚ ft — alasdair.

[demonwebs-a]

Casts Tashas Hideous Laughter on him. Casts Tashas Hideous Laughter on him. Casts Tashas Hideous Laughter on him. Casts Tashas Hideous Laughter on him---

❝ AH - ! ❞

[demonwebs]

he's not very proud of that one , actually - he's usually better at this , but it's out there now , he has to stand his ground .

❝ - ! ❞ there's a sudden , sharp recoil - a flicker of horror in the way his pearly red eyes widen for a split second , visceral in the way it tugs at those deep-rooted insecurities , making his discomfort visible despite his efforts to quickly compose himself . ❝ ... i do not . ❞ yet his hand inadvertently touches the spot as if trying to reassure himself , showing the cracks in his steely . ❝ i don't ! ❞ he barks at the web on the wall , leaning away , a knot sitting between his pale brows . ❝ i'm not . i'm barely thirty ... ❞ he blushes from embarrassment . had he even told any of these losers his real age yet ? mumble , mumble . ❝ everyone thinks i'm pretty ... ❞

That insult only got a cackle out of the fanged satyr. They'd expected better from the sharp tongued drow, what had made him lose his bite just now?

Still, it wouldn't prevent them from giving a retort of their own. "My, jealousy isn't a good look on you. By the gods, is that a wrinkle already?" They lean forward, but not close enough to touch, feigning shock. "Perhaps not a savage, but surely a budding hag all the same."

[demonwebs]

❝ you wish . i think you're an ugly ... ugly ... furry ... person . ❞ no , he does not . he would probably sell his armor just to pet his ears . this is unimportant right now . ❝ that's not mine ... i don't go around screaming my problems into random spider's webs , i'm not a savage . ❞

"Oh, like you're doing right now, mister 'ghost spider'. You know, I think I saw a cobweb in the corner over there. Why don't you go talk to it instead?"