#˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚ ft — aurora.

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↳ @faeswoon

❝ ... i'm just saying , it's not the worst deal , ❞ vhaalkrin's voice is velvety smooth and persuasive as he gestures , flicking the nail he'd been admiring . it would certainly amuse him to see what unfolds next . ❝ aren't you even a little tempted ? ❞

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@faeswoon

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER | S5E19: Tough Love

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well , well , well ---- forgive him if he expected some undivided attention from his favorite little bard . upon realizing she'd started playing her flute , mid conversation , mind you , his expression grows positively sullen .

❝ ---- by the hells ... are you honoring the dead sheep again ? ❞ a vexed knot sits between his dark brows . ❝ ---- they're dead . how much more honor do they need ? ❞

@faeswoon. closed starter .

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send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

↳ @faeswoon : 🕯️

it's a celebration . why don't i feel like celebrating ? she looks so happy . she is happy , isn't she ? it won't last . everyone's happy . the fire feels so warm . i don't belong here . the spirits are high . i've never felt more alone . everything is exactly how it's supposed to be . people are safe , people are happy . no thanks to me . i faltered . i stumbled . i don't do good . i can't . it's not in me . i'm not like them . if she wasn't here none of this would've happened . everything would be bloody . everything would be dead . when she smiles , her teeth aren't sharp , her lips are just soft . i don't know how to smile like that . i don't know how to move like that . i don't know how to look at people like that . i like the fear . i like it . i like how scared they are of me . i can't help what i am . even if i could , would i ? i like the way hands feel so tender when they touch me ; i wish i could spare them . keep them clean . keep them for myself . nobody's ever touched me like that before . she's such a hopeless girl . if she knows what's good for her , she won't spare me in the end .

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PROMPTS FOR THE FORCED PROXIMITY TROPE

↳ @faeswoon : just sleep in the bed with me. i'll even make a pillow wall between us.

❝ mmm ... ? ❞ red eyes swivel to its slitted peripheals to meet her resting form . consider his interest piqued . in any other mouth , he'd assume such proposal to be tauntingly indecent --- an unpoken invitation . but he knows aurora too well by now to believe this to be anything other than her own naiveté welcoming trouble into her own bed . ❝ a pillow wall , mm ? ❞ a flame of mischief licks the edges of his lips , threatening to curl into a smile .

vhaalkrin outstretches his long , pale limbs , before getting up from his seat . his looming figure towers over her , veiling her in shadows as he leers dangerously close , bending over her like an aparition . ❝ and why would we need that , mm ? ❞ his spindly fingers pressing against both sides of her fluffy pillow as if he was about to lean in and kiss her awake from a cursed slumber . ❝ you said i was like a brother to you , ❞ and he's clearly holding a grudge over that , endearing as it was . ❝ you should be fine with cuddling then , no ? ❞

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&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

↳ @faeswoon : ❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❝ when ? ❞ the word touches his tongue with surprised edge of disdain ; when in the nine hells had she decided he was safe ? that it was no longer a possibility ? was this a weakness on her end ... or was it one on his ?

the dark slant of is brows seems to harden , along with his demeanor . ❝ i am perfectly capable of playing nice when it is required , faerie , ❞ there it is --- that detachment ; he's been trying hard , harder than usual lately , to separate them . sometimes , as the jeweled red of his eyes flees scrunity , his gaze almost looks ... pained . ❝ there is strength in numbers ... even i can recognize that . the costs of killing you would have far outweighed whatever momentary joy it might have offered me , ❞ it's a lie , and an overt one , at that . with that , he refuses to meet her eye . ❝ move along now ... ❞

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the night envelops him , and he allows his heart to still , to take comfort in the dark familiarity of it , in the gentleness of her . what had happened to the reckless bravery inside of him ? had these wild adventures wore it out ? no , he knows he couldn't allow himself to stumble now , so close to the edge of the world . if all was lost , if there was nothing else to be done , he wanted to be there to see the lights go out . he wanted to see how it ended .

❝ oh , but they're so oh , so pretty ... ❞ he'll pay for that later , but he doesn't mind . what's another cut , another gash , another strike ? pain exists to remind us we're alive . that we exist . that we feel . that we matter . ❝ - and awful ideas are so much more fun than the regular kind ! ❞ cue the cheeky grin , wiping away the hints of vulnerability off his face ; the dread , the fear , all replaced with that spark of chaos , of playful mischief , burning in the red depths of his lolthian eyes . ❝ not your type , mm ? ❞ no ... she's a romantic , isn't she ? just like every other damn person in this camp . he'd have better luck trying to woo a mosquito , these days . ❝ well , there's always the dwarf , you know ? ... i myself am very flexible , ❞ a necessary skill , really , given his line of work , but he's learned to enjoy it . ❝ -how do you feel about taking ? are you more of a giver ? ❞ intrusive , as he often is ; no fun being coy , is there ? especially with someone as guarded as aurora . he'd never pry any information out of her if he kept beating around the bush .

❝ mmrr ... ❞ he purrs , like a large feline , moving in the shadows with effortless grace ; he stalks her like prey , or so the movements of his body indicate , but as his chin comes to rest atop her hair , he's tame , if not wholly docile then momentarily placated . ❝ i think you just like hearing the sound of my voice , ❞ he teases , the lanky shape of his body crouching down to the ground behind her , wrapping itself around her like a snake ensnaring a baby bird ; the only affection he knows is the smothering kind . ❝ my little bard , ❞ he coos in a sing-songy lull against her ear , nibbling at the hard cartilage . ❝ please forgive my steps on paths unwise . ❞

tan skin is covered in gooseflesh like she's diseased ( well , isn't she ? ) , wide eyes like an owl bear pup's , blinking up at him like he's the stone father , the saviour . and , while he's not the most morally transparent of the camp , he's her friend ( and the only one who sought out her company , gazing into the embers like an elemental might pop out from it ) . guilt follows those small bumps that , if colored , would blend in with the rest of her freckles . he sighs because she is naught but a burden to their band of misfits , emotional baggage he's been forced to carry weighing near forty kilos ( oft weighing heavier due to her increased strength , thank you very much —- and the multiple cabbages she's persistent about stuffing in her backpack ) .

it looks wrong , that copper lock when it twines against his deathly-white ( even whiter ) index . she can't quite determine if that's because of the fresh colour or because of the . . . intimacy . ❝ you must know how awful an idea it is to trust devils , don't you ? ❞ gnaws on her glossy bottom lip in lieu of bringing up wyll again in the even that he will for sure not stay this time — even begrudgingly . wishes she could make of herself a home in the bundling of her forearms around the front of her knees . it's childish , but she feels no more ready for the task than a child . hells , arabella is certainly more apt to be a leader than the proverbial crown thrust upon aurora's head . she'd not even killed a being before their abduction , and now she rubs her hands raw with soap trying to rid the webbing of imperceptible stains . ❝ i consider it as legitimately as i do the drows from sharess' caress , ❞ the delicate thing huffs out , puffing up her flopping ginger bangs .

he draws her attention with a touch , has done so with far less . irises as bright as the shadowed grass juxtapose his hellish hues . that's what they are , a pairing of opposites . still , he plucks at a heart string like a lute , and one sharp canine pokes out from her upper lip as a half smile tunes like a violin . ❝ i do think it might be worth the attempt , vhaalkrin . ❞

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how much easier , simpler , would've been to storm off . but against every impulse , every fiber of his being , he stays . he's not sure why his feet don't hurry to seek solace in the loneliness he's grown so familiar to , why they had taken root where they did . but he stays . and with a defeated sigh , his face softens along with his resoluteness .

❝ no need for that face , now ... ❞ the thin cloak of anger he wore so well seems to dissipate as he looks down at his ... friend, and under the arch of his tongue , the charming lilt of his purr he now uses so soothe her , she could taste a drop of guilt . what an uncomfortable splinter she was , lodged in his heart , demanding softness out of his hard shell . the pale drow seems to fidget , uncertain , for a moment , before crouching down next to the bard , a gloved finger gingerly brushing against her tanned skin , tucking away a newly ginger lock with practiced gentility . ❝ i was saying we should consider the deal , that's all . ❞ he knows , as well as she , a devils deal is always a bad deal for those who are foolish enough sign it ; it's part of their schtick , isn't it ? and vhaalkrin is no innocent , no guillable child entranced by the wits of the devil who dangles them salvation on the tip of a hook ... he is however , willing to consider the possibility they are just that desperate . he doubts he would've come to their aid if they weren't .

no matter . they weren't gonna die today , were they ? they had been lucky . luckier than most . with his thumb nestled under her chin , vhaalkrin lightly tips her head back , searching for her eyes . a shallow attempt at lifting her spirits . ❝ must i be the one to sing to cheer you up now , little bard ? ❞ he jests , finding a fond nickname for her to serve as adulation . ❝ our companions would never forgive you . ❞ he warns her , his expression gentle .

aurora's mind soars with each slow , measured breath in . a routine , something practiced and familiar , safe in an increasingly terrifying landscape . typically she soars to rock , to the safety of the stone father , her order members , her family . but , that pouty bottom lip begins to wobble in their memory , and not exclusively because she had grown homesick . no . aurora began to feel homeless , nomadic , drawn to nothing but the breeze as it whistled through the cuts in her flute .

❝ will you —- ❞ the bubblegum tip of her docile tongue flicks against the rounded edges of her incisors , instinct , training encouraging her to keep that jaw well tended to and shut . rapidly those weighted lids blink , trying to catch the ghost of herself in the flames fanned by his flagrant irritation . she'd made a mistake . found allegiances in otherwise unwandered territory . a friend by the blade two-fold , and yet she keeps reaching out , and reaching out like a molecule's worth of dust caught in the orbit around their planet , unable to stop , unable to leave . she forgets herself they're not friends . they're not even friendly . she decides to forget herself again .

the newly ginger extends her digits to his tight casual wear dipped in ink . like a kitten , she's clawed into the fabric at his calf , urging him to stop , to not run , to give her another chance . don't leave her , don't run away . if she's alone , they'll take her next , won't they ? she doesn't even want to ascend to the stone father's plane . please don't take her . ❝ stay . ❞ is what she offers instead , before drawing her doey , grassy irises up at the only one who has found her company this evening . ❝ . . . please . ❞

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for once there is awe , shock on his face . vhaalkrin looks startled , as if she'd just told him he was sprouting a tentacle . surely , she does not mean such a horrid thing ? there is color on her cheeks , and he can tell she's not immune to his charms . still , to label him such a thing --- to an sun elf of all things . ❝ ugh ... ❞ the sheer disgust weighs heavy on his tongue . had they not grown so close , perhaps this would've been when he decided to slash her throat . ❝ you know , if you wanted to hurt me , you could've just ... hurt me . ❞ the drow suggests , easily preferring the sharp sting of a blade on his flank than the wound to his pride .

❝ effortlessly beautiful with a sharp sense of humor ? i suppose we are . ❞ he'll try to take that as a compliment , even if he doesn't feel as though it was intended as such . ❝ why , of course , ❞ was that ever even a question ? ❝ he's naughty deep down , you know ? --- don't buy into the whole prim and proper act . ❞ perhaps part of him envies wyll's resilience in maintaining his matyr status , despite all the discouragement , and part of finds the hero persona perpetually vexing , which makes him want to watch it crumble into a ash as he watches . ❝ you lived in a little village , raising boars and oxes , did you ? ❞ of course she did . suddenly it all makes so much sense . ❝ what did you guys do in your spare time ? jacked off to corellon's statue after every prayer or something ? ❞ she can practically taste the disdain on his sharp tongue , though it is not necessarily aimed at her . ❝ of course he is ... sneaky little pervert . ❞ it's always the quiet ones , isn't it ? one minute they're playing with the weave and the next ... well , they're playing in the weave . treacherous little wizard . this has absolutely zero to do with his misplaced jealousy . ❝ ... i'm not a vampire spawn , if that's what you're thinking . ❞ granted , it might be an understandable assumption to make . ❝ i'm szarkai , little elf ... a ghost spider , if you will . i am ... blessed . ❞ the cloud of sullenness which lingered over his head seems to momentarily dissipate as he ushers those words . ❝ the spider queen weaves us in this image so we may advance her plots on the surface without drawing unnecessary suspicion . ❞

ebony lashes like furry spiders' limbs flutter as he nears , attention flitting to the glistening reveal of his glinting , ivory stakes , prominent on either half of his pearly mouth , almost no difference between the alabaster of his skin and the white of his teeth . he's so close and so empty in the iris that she feels no different than a horsefly caught a web . but , if living on a farm had told her anything , wriggling about doesn't save you . she might have even sung a little prayer in the privacy of her doubly-occupied mind's eye to corellion that her cheeks do not flush the way she feels they might when her heart skips a beat at the stark reminder she's no more prey to the gnolls than she is to vhaal ( if she hadn't grown more agnostic with each encounter of a different pantheon every hundred meters ) . ❝ oh , do stop it , vhaal —- ❞ with a huff in the face of his flagrant dramatics ( as though she wasn't starting to blush ) and a palm arriving to her belly gently , drawing her attention back to the licking flames . her stomach suddenly hurt . she absentmindedly wondered if he cast something under his breath to prove a point that he could remorselessly hurt her . a jack of all trades past and luck on her side allows her to fib calmly : ❝ you're like a brother , you know . ❞ and , they do say it's no good to play with your food .

❝ shadowheart and yourself are birds of a feather , ❞ an easy remark to volley back at his apathy towards loss . supposes the two goddesses , from what she's studied and ingested , are of a similar flock themselves : unrelenting devotion from apostles , promises of no promises , and an eternity you hope for but are never guaranteed . more and more aurora leaned heavily on the whimsy of the weave to guide her ; at least it wasn't vengeful . ❝ are you trying to have wyll's heartbeat leap out of his throat ? ❞ clearly if it was trivial , a regularly brandished insult like ' bastard ' , why would vhaal encourage her to put their companion on stage for show and tell . ❝ does it involve his breasts ? or , his penis ? ❞ aurora was taught both were taboo , though not as much as the sloping to point of her ears . part in parcel why she preferred her plaits ; nothing to rub against . her earnestness was perhaps too much for that eavesdropping noble , and aurora could do nothing but huff petulantly once again , nothing more than an aged up child to their nomadic pack , clearly . ❝ the farm was rather large , and the village no more than twenty or thirty . i'm left to infer a lot of what appears to be modern . ❞ a gaze flits down to her rose and ivy sleep blouse and trousers . ❝ gale's teaching me to grow with the weave . it ought to help me not be so —- ❞ a weary sigh . ❝ trusting . ❞ how many times was their trouble expedited because aurora befriended first and asked questions later ? she decides quicker than she would've if she was just a young girl that he doesn't hardly care to listen . she's no more offended than if lae'zel had walked away if aurora asked to braid her hair ; they are without , to her . ❝ what about you ? you don't appear to have the coloring of us ' surface dwellers ' . ❞ she steals the insult with a soft smile .

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the playfulness of his tone crumbles into ash in his mouth , and suddenly there is a sharpness to his features she'd not seen before . ❝ the tieflings are dead . and we will be too --- soon , if we don't figure a way out of this . ❞ does she not realize they were not the heroes of this little tragic tale being spun by gods and aberrations and devils ? they are just pawns . they have only been just pawns . one wrong move could mean death , yes . but standing still was just as dangerous . so forgive him , for wanting to at least consider a solution . they were running out of time , and though he has no qualms with the emperor , he was also extremely hesitant to rely on an illithid with their lives .

❝ the night of the attack ... ❞ as the drow's red eyes shift away from scrutiny , there is a flicker of vulnerability in him . fear . fear . he was scared . ❝ i felt my bones ... shifting under my skin ... my body ... ❞ if they hadn't gotten there in time ... he felt the change . he felt himself breaking , slipping away . as if he remembers , suddenly , who he is and what he is , vhaalkrin promptly swallows down that disgusting taste of fragility , choking it down with rage . ❝ --- forget it . ❞ she didn't seem at all inclined to even listen to him . there was no point to this .

❝ if their opinion is truly so invaluable to you , ❞ unlike his own , it seems . ❝ perhaps you'd be better off taking them along with you , instead . ❞ the drow stands from the log with a scowl , brushing the ash off his leather pants , eager to storm off somewhere more isolated .

her freckled , bunny nose finds itself crinkling in distaste and fatigue has her wincing at his protest , bare shoulder hiking up towards her ear before a meditative one liner soothes that tense muscle back down to better align with her collarbone . blood is sticky against her throat like spilled wine , staining her cloth armor that is hours overdue for a change into more commonwear , but aurora has been silent , stuck on her haunches , gazing into the busy fire just to watch those thermal fireflies die . no matter , it's just like everything else , destined to perish . ❝ you're speaking of your own secret desires , again , vhaalkrin . ❞ thumb and forefinger pluck at a ginger lock , staring at it with a certain degree of dysmorphia . she's no longer the same young girl belonging to the order of the stone father , following his decree mindlessly . no , these days her mind is ruthlessly preoccupied . why can't she be granted the same ignorance she had in the beginning ? before the perished . before the cruelty . and , to some extent , before vhaal . those red eyes look particularly beady against tired sun . ❝ i'm sure the tieflings would endorse your flippancy —- ❞ after elturel fell into the hells ❝ –- or , perhaps karlach too can see the genius in such an idea —- ❞ after she escaped hellish servitude . thumb and index reach out to the dancing flames , hypnotized to touch until just so she remembers herself , and she snatches her fingers back . ❝ the artifact —- orpheus —- keeps us safe . why don't you ask wyll about his opinion on trusting devils ? ❞

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coldly , he seems to dismiss the very possibility of her finding him visually unappealing ; his fluffy cinammon lashes bat up at her , suddenly morphing into a malicious stare . ❝ oh , please ... are you saying you haven't entertained less than innocent thoughts about me ? ❞ the dulcet notes on his tongue carry an underlying taste of arrogance . ❝ little elf like you ... you must be thrilled to see a drow from up close like this and not be tied up in your own intestines , mmm ? am i your first ? ❞ that thought seems to excite him , for some reason .

❝ ah , that's good . it just might . ❞ but he says it with the flicker of a smile , almost as if the thought of it all erupting into flames could not bother him less . it does , of course it does --- he wouldn't be traveling with these people if it didn't . but he keeps whatever he really feels safely veiled beneath a curtain of cynicism . vhaalkrin tactfully avoids further scrunity , crossing his legs and leaning his long torso backwards , thankful for the abrupt change of pace when she starts playing . good , he thinks . things were getting a bit too personal for his taste . after a moment , a quiet , hummed 'mhm' vibrates from his tongue . he looks pleased with her efforts , and he always looked pleased to hear her spew such things . ❝ you have a knack for songs , and i have a knack for ... well , you know , ❞ the pointy edges of his canines peek out of hiding as he smirks . ❝ other things . ❞ besides , it was difficult to live with these people and not conjure up mindless insults daily . if he had to stand around a corner one more time while gale rummaged through books , things were gonna be set on fire . ❝ a cuck is --- ❞ he pauses , deciding that - no , it'd be funnier if he wasn't the one answering this question . ❝ you should ask wyll ... i think he would explain it better . ❞ better ? maybe not . but it'd certainly be funnier . ❝ so , you've lived in baldur's gate , all your life , and you're not used to disparaging remarks ? ❞ the drow raises an eyebrow , looking mildly skeptical . ❝ you didn't leave the house much before there was a tadpole in your brain , did you ? ❞

a little giggle splits her lips just to bounce from the plush of her mouth like butterfly's wings . even without that wooden instrument pressing into her smile , if one stared intently enough , they could see microscopic weave glitter , fluttering down against her bloodied armor in an almost cocoon of delight . ❝ hm . ❞ that little bard muses , blinking up her leafy gaze at his bloodless , intimidating visage ; her smiles are hardly concealed , emotions worn on her sleeve , unintentionally becoming caretaker to the group of misfits , when all she wants is this squirming thing to be yanked from her frontal lobe . she hasn't written a hymn she considers novel since .

a little smirk , something borrowed from his mischief , crinkles her freckled nose . ❝ inconceivable indeed . ❞ both of her little palms , growing weak with the sudden effort of carrying around a steel short sword with the callouses to match , splay outward , trying to find heat in the dead of this new moon cycle . in their shared pause , she can hear lae'zel sharpening her aforementioned weapon ; aurora traded her soap . ❝ if it's a family name you yearn , volo can pluck valor from a redcap . so , he ought to have no trouble with you . ❞ those new bumps in her hands rub against each other before long , thick lashes regard him fondly in the face of his damning threat . ❝ —- i wouldn't miss it for the world ending . ❞ and , wouldn't they know a thing or two about that ? quickly , as though she's suddenly preparing for a recital , aurora shifts the weight in her hips , turning to bump a knee against his thigh , palms conjuring a sinewy , amethyst weave . ❝ behold ! ❞ bellows that small frame . ❝ the noisy cuck ! ❞ dense psychic magic then flips over a nearby bucket , flopping it with a rattling cacophony onto its side . she's positively beaming with pride . ❝ do you make these things up ? i'd never heard someone mentioned with such disregard in all of my upbringing in baldur's gate , and well —- ❞ what came after . before her glowing visage can grow sombre , she continues . ❝ what even is a cuck ? ❞ she swears she can hear the bark of astarion's noble laugh .

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the drow's face immediatly scrunches at the thought , a tight knot hardening between his brows as his mouth pops in protest . ❝ oh ! what is it with you people and picturing me suckling and sucking things ? ... honestly . ❞ and he has the perverted mind . sure . ❝ it's not like he forced it down your throat ... being an illithid and all , he probably could have . ❞ vhaalkrin pushes his elbow to rest against his knee , cushioning his chin in his palm as he stares up at her , pondering . ❝ i'm just saying ... it would be nice to no longer be under the threat of ripping out your skin and becoming a tentacled monster ... don't you think you're being a little drastic with that comparison ? so the ox-eyed devil stirs up a little chaos in the hells ... would that be so bad ? he'd probably come up with a nice rhyme while he does it ... i'd think you of all people would appreciate that . ❞

this time , as the fire crackles , spitting little heated dragonflies into the oncoming dusk , something delightful just can't manage to crawl upon her fatigued appearance . it's as if they're caught in a book with an endless scroll of chapters , and she's never been so nauseated with homesick in her brief life . ❝ it's about as downright terrible as suckling from the teat of a displacer beast . ❞ and , she hadn't even needed to cast a spell for that one . ❝ no more tempted than when the emperor suggests i consume a horrible phantasm of a tadpole —- it's no better than the absolute , you know . ❞

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❝ ---- did not . ❞ the denial leaps from his tongue like a habit , swift and precise , refusing to indulge ; and he sounds most offended the little bard thing would even dare to suggest such a thing ... no matter how true it was . ❝ well ... it'd be more of a climb , really . ❞ he drawls in jest , a touch of mirth on the edges of his lips ; it's funny of her to think he'd be allowed to leave such a place at all , but for the sake of her distress ... perhaps it'd be worth trying . although , having his soul eventually dissipate and merge with lolth's , thus serving its purpose to increase her power , does not sound like such a terrible way to go , if you ask him .

after a second of contemplation , the drow leans closer , his perilous red eyes ignited with a feline-like glint . ❝ ... but you will play a song for me , won't you , little fairy ? ❞ he teases , not seeming to upset to ponder on his eventual demise . ❝ make it ... sweet . sing about how inconceivably beautiful i was . if it pleases me ... i promise not to haunt you too terribly . ❞ death was a certainty , after all --- for them , perhaps , more than most . not that he had any intention of going gently into that goodnight , now . if he ought to die , he'd do so exactly as he'd lived : with claw and with teeth . ❝ ... mmm , yes . where were we , again ? ❞ he gives her back her personal space , for the time being , a finger tapping against his lip thoughtfully .

an eye floats from behind the sanctity of a closed lid , arriving at his positively distressed visage ( in contrast , he only looked a little dejected when kagha had attempted to murder a child ) with the speed of a being who has responded quickly to too many cries of fire just to find nothing but a closely lit match . twirling , cerulean dust settles as she draws her lips away from the wooden mouth .

❝ you hadn't hardly minded when i coaxed the squirrels to dance in the grove —- i would even venture to offer i saw you wince with the effort it took not to grin . ❞ not that she could confidently say she's ever seen such delight written on his features . but , she's nothing if not submissive . after all , she can palm the passed animal's sunken wool and sing its skyward carrying melody after this mosquito had decided to slumber ; she absentmindedly wonders if he would have liked that joke . her voice carries like a song , long after she's stowed her instrument . ❝ as though you wouldn't come down from the steps of lolth's kingdom itself to haunt me if i didn't play you a hymn when you die . ❞ thick , ebony plaits swish as she fists her flute back against her ivory chest plate . ❝ —- what is it you were sharing ? were you going on about more curse words for me to learn ? ❞