#โ”€โ”€ ๐–๐‡๐€๐“ ๐ƒ๐Ž ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐๐„๐„๐ƒ? โ€ฆ ใ€ แด€๊œฑแด‹ ใ€‘
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sinistercall ยท 11 months ago
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A few goblins he could deal with. But HUNDREDS? Actually, hundreds?! The sweet little tiefling might be losing her mind, or she's too much of a BLEEDING heart for her own good. Astarion is already voicing his displeasure to the situation, whining loudly in hopes to be louder than WHATEVER power is compelling her to aid these strangers.
โ โ€”it'll take HOURS to kill them all. We should just go. โž
But it's too lateโ€” the paladin already pledging herself and EVERYONE ELSE'S aid to that pathetic grove. Wonderful.
โ Darling. Love. Kitten whiskersโ€” can daddy have a moment to speak to you privately...? โž He just wants to talk....
@sanguisstella
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ย  "๐ˆ ๐–๐ˆ๐‹๐‹ ๐‚๐‡๐Ž๐Ž๐’๐„ ๐“๐Ž ๐ˆ๐†๐๐Ž๐‘๐„ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐•๐€๐‘๐ˆ๐Ž๐”๐’ ๐๐„๐“ ๐๐€๐Œ๐„๐’ ๐˜๐Ž๐”'๐•๐„ ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐‚๐“๐€๐“๐„๐ƒ ๐Ž๐๐“๐Ž ๐Œ๐„, ๐€๐’ ๐–๐„๐‹๐‹ ๐€๐’ ... ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐‘๐„๐…๐„๐‘๐„๐๐‚๐„ ๐“๐Ž๐–๐€๐‘๐ƒ๐’ ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘๐’๐„๐‹๐…."
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There is a hint of annoyance in how she regards him, brow furrowed with a slightly wrinkled lip, although it is quick to fade into a more startled appearance once his previous words about leaving the grove settle into her mind. It was as though she could not hope to even begin finding an excuse for this type of complaint. Had she truly been sheltering a ๐๐„๐€๐’๐“ all this time? Ithuriel's ears swiftly angle down while her cerise eyes became swallowed with her expanding pupil, the abyss reflecting his wintry tresses - as though she were finally recognizing whatever darkness he may have been hiding from her. He had always been ๐‡๐€๐‘๐’๐‡ - a thorny maze hiding a beaten lamb, Astarion ... just a wee little ๐„๐‹๐…๐‹๐ˆ๐๐† when he had lost it all - with proper navigation perhaps she could reach him; or so she had thought.
The tiefling lets herself settle back into the reality of Emerald Grove surrounding her, freeing herself from the troubled, agonized misery that was Astarionโ€™s mind and heart. Lathander had kissed the Grove with gently cascading light - each blade of grass ignited into a beautiful shade matching the groveโ€™s title. The paladin's gaze flicks to the side as she drinks in the sight of children cuddled up to their grandfather under a peach tree fresh in bloom - even her Urge doesn't bubble in delight at the thought of their tattered bodies littering this wondrous space. Nausea settles in her stomach like curdled milk at the bottom of a glass - visible and conspicuous; she's unable to ๐‡๐ˆ๐ƒ๐„ her hurt and surprise - it paints and piles onto every feature of her face.
ย  ๐˜—๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ'๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ.
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"You are right, Astarion, it will take hours - hours to save over a hundred innocent lives from despair and dread; something many a person should have done but didn't. I will not fall into the category of people who stand idly by and let hundreds of lives be lost because ๐Ž๐๐„ act of altruism may disturb my day. I ... I had thought you would feel the same as me, but I ..." Her gaze begins to blank and the longer she watches him, the more her brows relax and lower into something far worse than anger; and even worse than disappointment - there was ... Nothing. Just like the falling leaves in autumn she was soon left barren and cold before him; there was no flame within her except the swirling bile in her stomach which threatened to bring up her breakfast. What kind of person would just allow such a slaughter to happen? What kind of person was he? The screaming thoughts render her nearly placid, and it was that distinct lack of ๐๐€๐’๐’๐ˆ๐Ž๐ in her voice that illustrated her true feelings hiding under all of this civility.ย 
โ€œThey called me ๐’๐ˆ๐’๐“๐„๐‘ - without hesitation."ย 
Those with rose and blushing flesh like her - swiveling horns and pointed tails; seemingly hell spawned devils - how kindly they'd regarded her ... How quick she was to melt into their warmth and gentle hand; family maybe, more likely something feasible and earthly to cling to. What feelings of dejection had she kept so feverishly ๐“๐”๐‚๐Š๐„๐ƒ ๐€๐–๐€๐˜? Had he not even been able to detect them? What yearning screamed and ripped itself forward even past her Darkest Urges? Ithuriel shifts her focus past him as though he has become yet another ๐Ž๐๐’๐“๐€๐‚๐‹๐„ for her to overcome. Her hand rests upon the hilt of her blade, yet her fingers never curl to unsheathe its mighty edge - instead she spares him one last glance as she steps to the side of him to approach the others within their party:
"You may leave, if you like, I don't own you. If you wish to go, then go - I will not stop you."ย 
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@sanguisstella
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sinistercall ยท 11 months ago
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what's your favourite thing about ithuriel's appearance ?
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๐”๐๐‡๐Ž๐‹๐˜ ๐€๐’๐’๐€๐’๐’๐ˆ๐ ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐‡ ๐–๐€๐’ ๐€ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐‘๐€๐‚๐‹๐„. ๐๐‡๐€๐€๐‹ ๐‚๐Ž๐๐‚๐„๐ˆ๐•๐„๐ƒ ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐…๐‘๐Ž๐Œ ๐€ ๐๐‹๐€๐‚๐„ ๐๐„๐˜๐Ž๐๐ƒ ๐Œ๐Ž๐‘๐“๐€๐‹๐ˆ๐“๐˜. ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐‡... ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐‚๐‘๐„๐€๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐ ๐…๐€๐“๐‡๐„๐‘ ๐“๐„๐๐ƒ๐„๐ƒ ๐“๐Ž ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐–๐ˆ๐“๐‡ ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„... ๐‡๐„ ๐Œ๐€๐ƒ๐„ ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐๐„๐‘๐…๐„๐‚๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐.
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Something I really enjoy about Durge as a whole is the fact that Bhaal had "given his seed" out long before Durge was even an idea - and instead, with Bhaal being on another plane, was sculpted from his very essence. Sceleritas Fel answers a lot of questions about Durge's past, and one of the questions able to be asked is in regards to Durge's mother; to which its discovered the character doesn't have one:
๐˜ ๐˜–๐˜œ ๐˜ž๐˜Œ๐˜™๐˜Œ ๐˜•๐˜–๐˜› ๐˜Š๐˜–๐˜•๐˜Š๐˜Œ๐˜๐˜๐˜Œ๐˜‹. ๐˜‰๐˜๐˜ˆ๐˜ˆ๐˜“ ๐˜š๐˜Š๐˜œ๐˜“๐˜—๐˜›๐˜Œ๐˜‹ ๐˜ ๐˜–๐˜œ ๐˜๐˜™๐˜–๐˜” ๐˜ˆ ๐˜‹๐˜™๐˜–๐˜— ๐˜–๐˜ ๐˜๐˜๐˜š ๐˜–๐˜ž๐˜• ๐˜Ž๐˜–๐˜™๐˜Œ.
I found this idea really cool because bodies are full of different colors, not just red but whites, blues, purples, all of that - so I had to sit and really decide what I wanted to do with them since I was dead set on making a tiefling. But of course being me I couldn't just leave her being standard red, and instead wanted to base her on something else in the body besides blood. Eventually I settled on having her visage be inspired by bleached bones and their raw marrow:
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There's many different viscera within the body, and I included the inspiration of veins and arteries as well - the blues lend themselves a fine contrast to the pinks and creams that make up her main body. The reason I went with bones specifically is because of their meaning in regards to Ithuriel's storyline: there is a degree of duality with regard to the symbolism of bones in that they can both represent death but also the indestructible part of life which endures beyond death. Not only this but in many cultures they are used toย encourage reflection on one's mortality and the impermanence of worldly attachments - and identity is a major theme of Ithuriel's story since she feels she lacks one at all.
Her name even means "discovery of God" - whether she follow the lifelong destiny promised by Father Bhaal or decides to free herself from it entirely.
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Another aspect of Ithuriel's design are the two dark crescents under her eyes, they're not actually markings but rather makeup that she puts on when she wakes up in the morning. This is more than a routine for her, however. Durge's storyline is rife with amnesia and while it isn't my favorite trope it does lend for some interesting explorations in terms of identity and what it means to connect with something specific from one's past. These markings are similar to a haircut or a tattoo for her; they are something she remembers being present on her body often, and she intends to keep them there as her reflection looks wrong without them.
This next paragraph is going to seem like its out of left field a little but I promise they all connect. Within the realm of DND devotion to Gods usually brings about boons or power that can be used by clerics, paladins etc - this happens whether someone is born into worship or indoctrinated. However if you dig a bit deeper into Bhaal specifically youโ€™ll find books and writings detailing how his devoted are gifted divine ecstasy. Joy and pleasure beyond anything by following his tenets - and considering some Bhaalists are necrophiles it definitely extends into sexual pleasure. A common reaction to sexual pleasure is to run the hands down the face, usually starting at the corner's of the eyes and following the curve of the cheek down to the chin or jaw.
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These marks that she is recreating with makeup are from the blood of hundreds (if not thousands) of sacrifices within Bhaal's name, each one having their blood smeared down her face while she writhed in pleasure gifted from her Father. Ithuriel before the tadpole was a massive hedonist, and while extremely logical and efficient as she is now, she enjoyed her worship and the gifts given to her by Bhaal. While Bhaal inflicts his spawn with dark urges/nightmares so they either submit to the depravity and become a worshipper or resist and Ithuriel, in her past, felt extremely loved and connected to her Father and gladly obeyed his doctrine. Currently she's unaware why she's so connected to these markings, or of their nature, and uses a dark carmine to rouge pigment to recreate the markings.
I also like her double horns and that she's built like a brickhouse but -
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sinistercall ยท 11 months ago
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what is something ithuriel needs to hear right now ...
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"๐“๐„๐‹๐‹ ๐Œ๐„ ๐–๐‡๐˜, ๐Œ๐€๐’๐Š๐„๐ƒ ๐Ž๐๐„, ๐–๐‡๐˜ ๐ƒ๐Ž ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐†๐Ž๐ƒ๐’ ๐–๐‡๐ˆ๐’๐๐„๐‘ ๐“๐‡๐„๐ˆ๐‘ ๐†๐”๐ˆ๐ƒ๐€๐๐‚๐„ ๐“๐Ž ๐Ž๐“๐‡๐„๐‘'๐’ ๐˜๐„๐“ ๐Œ๐˜ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐๐ƒ ๐ˆ๐’ ๐๐”๐ˆ๐„๐“?"
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She glances over to the strange being before her, she is aware of Lathander's code - to ๐’๐‹๐€๐˜ all undead and beseech their souls back into the great cycle so they may begin their journey anew. Somehow though, Ithuriel cannot muster the will to unsheathe her weapon - there are no signs for her to try and interpret, nothing to desperately cling to and call her forth into action. Instead the tiefling lowers her head to gaze upon her hands, clean yet somehow they still felt ๐’๐“๐ˆ๐‚๐Š๐˜ with blood,ย 
"Wanderer, who am I meant to serve? What am I ๐Œ๐„๐€๐๐“ to be?"
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"You know they call it the angel's disease." Cirith hums tracing their claws along the spine of the leather bound book in their hands, "They say you get prettier as your body wastes away. Your cheeks flush and you become sickly pale... thin. Some even claim it gives men better writing abilities, interesting isn't it? How everyone hates being sick and they're watching them drown in the decay of their own lungs yet it's painted as romantic." She places the medical journal back on the stack, "I think you'd make a pretty corpse." - @delphinixm
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๐ˆ๐… ๐“๐‡๐„๐˜ ๐‡๐€๐ƒ ๐๐Ž๐“ ๐๐„๐„๐ ๐“๐‘๐€๐•๐„๐‹๐ˆ๐๐† ๐“๐Ž๐†๐„๐“๐‡๐„๐‘ ๐…๐Ž๐‘ ๐Œ๐Ž๐๐“๐‡๐’, ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐”๐ƒ๐ƒ๐„๐ ๐“๐€๐‹๐Š ๐Ž๐… ๐ƒ๐„๐€๐“๐‡ ๐€๐๐ƒ ๐๐Ž๐ƒ๐ˆ๐‹๐˜ ๐ƒ๐„๐‚๐€๐˜ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“ ๐‡๐€๐•๐„ ๐–๐‘๐ˆ๐๐Š๐‹๐„๐ƒ ๐ˆ๐“๐‡๐”๐‘๐ˆ๐„๐‹'๐’ ๐๐Ž๐’๐„.
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However, given their relationship and how lacking in malice Cirith's comments were, the tiefling allowed herself to stay relaxed by the campfire and listen. In the silence between their voices the flames began to die down, forcing Ithuriel to bring them back to their prior flickering glory by prodding at the logs. Once finished she lifted her maroon eyes to the cleric, drinking them in as they spoke about the appearance of the sick and rotting. It was curious how mortals often tried to ๐ˆ๐ƒ๐„๐€๐‹๐ˆ๐™๐„ such horrors; but then again, Ithuriel understood why. It made things easier to accept - especially the fate all men must meet.
"It makes men less afraid, I think. To make pain and suffering shrouded in allure and beauty softens the blow of what is to come."
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But Cirith was different; fear seemed an ๐€๐‹๐ˆ๐„๐ concept and acceptance of death was a creed he seemed to hold very closeโ€ฆ and their compliment shockingly brought a small smile to Ithuriel's lips. The cleric's adoration of illness was no mere facade to comfort themselves ( ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ) , it was a genuine fascination and devotion for Talona and her divinity. Ithuriel found no cause for offense in Cirith's unwavering faith in the Goddess of Disease; after all, Talona's afflictions could be healed, ultimately fortifying those who overcame them. Cirith was practically immune to anyhing that could poison his body. It was far easier to understand this rather than the reverential brutality of the Bhaalist temple. Comparing one form of death to another โ€ฆ the ๐ˆ๐‘๐Ž๐๐˜ was not lost on her.
"Thank you, I think you would make a very beautiful corpse as well."
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โ”โ” @bells-of-black-sunday
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sinistercall ยท 9 months ago
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Are you planning on paying Astarion for helping you? Before or after your father kills you?
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๐“๐‡๐„ ๐“๐ˆ๐„๐…๐‹๐ˆ๐๐†'๐’ ๐•๐€๐‚๐€๐๐“ ๐†๐€๐™๐„ ๐–๐€๐’ ๐ƒ๐‘๐€๐–๐ ๐”๐๐–๐ˆ๐‹๐‹๐ˆ๐๐†๐‹๐˜ ๐“๐Ž ๐‡๐ˆ๐Œ ๐€๐’ ๐€ ๐Œ๐€๐‹๐„๐•๐Ž๐‹๐„๐๐“ ๐“๐‡๐Ž๐”๐†๐‡๐“ ๐‚๐‘๐„๐๐“ ๐ˆ๐๐“๐Ž ๐‡๐„๐‘ ๐Œ๐ˆ๐๐ƒ, ๐‚๐€๐”๐’๐ˆ๐๐† ๐‡๐„๐‘ ๐“๐Ž ๐…๐ˆ๐—๐€๐“๐„ ๐Ž๐ ๐‡๐ˆ๐Œ ๐ˆ๐๐’๐“๐„๐€๐ƒ ๐Ž๐… ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐Ž๐•๐„๐‹ ๐ˆ๐๐…๐‘๐Ž๐๐“ ๐Ž๐… ๐‡๐„๐‘.
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An abundance of whispers assailed her consciousness as she observed ๐‡๐ˆ๐Œ, his unblemished form accentuated by the sunlight filtering through the forest canopy, and quelling the persistent murmurings reverberating within her skull soon proved to be a formidable task. It was a constant theme for Astarion that assistance should be reciprocated, and he made no secret of his displeasure at providing aid without remuneration. He repeatedly emphasized that every act of kindness was a transaction, not a ๐†๐ˆ๐…๐“. The hesitant mutterings in her mind harmonized with the memory of Astarion's voice, giving the impression of an accord between the two. Her heart felt tight.
Ithuriel's subconscious impulses took over as she set her book on her bedside table and found herself standing, her crimson eyes fixed on him, their intensity unyielding as she advanced closer. The wind carried her unfastened locks towards him, caressing her cheeks with a light touch as she entered his vicinity; as though Lathander was urging her towards him. A tempest of self-doubt and remorse raged within her mind, reflecting in the anxious creases on Ithuriel's face and the trembling vermilion curved ๐๐Ž๐– of her lips.ย Finally she found the will to speak:
"Astari - "
And all at once her mind was silent. Her scathing, censorious cries were abruptly quelled upon his gaze falling upon her, and for a few brief moments, a tender expression of affection reflected in his gentle, ๐‘๐Ž๐”๐๐ƒ eyes. That moment brought clarity to her - she was a unique form in his mental landscape. As the transient moment came to an end and time ensnared them Ithuriel found herself at a ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐’ for words as the vampire arched an inquisitive eyebrow. The subtle curve of his lip assumed an arrogant sneer - casting a shadow over the sparkle of his scarlet iris. The tiefling failed to catch his customary "๐˜ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ?" - far too preoccupied by the unexpected tranquility that enveloped her. The fragrance of his cologne was composed of bergamot, rosemary, and a subtle note of aged brandy; it radiated a warm, earthy scent, intermingled with subtle sweetness and floral undertones, allowing her to be ๐„๐๐•๐„๐‹๐Ž๐๐„๐ƒ by it.Upon recognizing the lengthy duration of her silent gaze, a burning sensation arose in the depths of her abdomen, accompanied by an intense reddening of her cheeks. The sudden anxiety that had taken hold of her caused her to stumble over her words, leaving her uncertain of how to proceed and struggling to construct a convincing ๐„๐—๐‚๐”๐’๐„ for why she was just... standing there.
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Ithuriel usually exuded an unyielding control over her surroundings; every environment she inhabited was subject to her ๐–๐ˆ๐‹๐‹ and shaped by her command. Leadership abilities came naturally to her, and she approached battles as if her bones had been specifically crafted for the task; emblems of dominance had been ingrained into the ๐Œ๐€๐‘๐‘๐Ž๐– of her being. How delightful to witness her emotional fortitude slip through her fiddling fingers; transforming the tiefling from a formidable ๐–๐Ž๐‹๐…ย into a meek ๐‹๐€๐Œ๐ in the vampire's company.
๐˜›๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐˜ง ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ.
"I - " Half-formed sentences were stuck in her larynx, unwilling to be released - resulting in another stumble in her speech. "You - I was thinking - " Frankly by this point, she wasn't really ๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐๐Š๐ˆ๐๐† at all - her hazy brain had decided to fixate on the inviting fullness of his lips and to let her gaze trace over the peeking tips of his ๐‚๐€๐๐ˆ๐๐„๐’; evidentally they were more important to her than finding a suitable lie.ย Ithuriel's heart fluttered in the delicate column of her neck, stirring recollections of the feeling of his mouth against her skin. The impulse to press her lips to his was becoming almost unbearable; a token of gratitude for his quieting effect on her dark musings. ๐ƒ๐€๐Œ๐ ๐‡๐ˆ๐Œ. Damn him and his stupid tempting smile and stupidly husky huff of a laugh. The paladin knew she could just lean in and finally do it - to really make him shut up and stop ๐’๐๐ˆ๐‚๐Š๐„๐‘๐ˆ๐๐† at her fumbing torment. His arms around her waist and a tender remark about the allure of her lips was likely to follow. But of course, she stood there with fluttering ears sputtering out nonsense until finally something stuck - or made any bit of ๐’๐„๐๐’๐„.ย 
"A hunt - ! You should join me later for my evening hunt! I know it won't lend much to ๐˜-๐˜๐Ž๐” but - " Ithuriel paused for a moment to collect her thoughts, absentmindedly adjusting the hem of her dress, "I would very much appreciate it if you would join me in tonight's hunt, you're amiable company and a great shot. Maybe you can show me how skilled you are on horseback. I'd love to see you try to not fall off."
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โ€œ yโ€™know you are within friendly company.. no need to get defensive on me. โ€œ eilis sits by their shared campfire, eyes fixed on ithurel with a catlike gaze. analyzing her movements such a hunter stalks their prey.
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๐“๐‡๐„ ๐…๐‹๐ˆ๐“๐“๐ˆ๐๐† ๐Œ๐Ž๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐ ๐Ž๐… ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐–๐Ž๐Œ๐€๐'๐’ ๐„๐˜๐„๐’ ๐ˆ๐’ ๐๐Ž๐“ ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐Ž๐ ๐‡๐„๐‘, ๐„๐€๐‚๐‡ ๐’๐–๐ˆ๐•๐„๐‹ ๐’๐“๐ˆ๐‘๐’ ๐’๐Ž๐Œ๐„๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐๐† ๐ƒ๐„๐„๐ ๐–๐ˆ๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐“๐ˆ๐„๐…๐‹๐ˆ๐๐† ๐“๐‡๐€๐“ ๐’๐‡๐„ ๐‚๐€๐๐๐Ž๐“ ๐๐”๐ˆ๐“๐„ ๐๐‹๐€๐‚๐„.
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The precious bow of Eilis' top lip feels less like a mouth and more attune to a painted visage - a ๐Œ๐€๐’๐Š, the same honeyed concealment Astarion used to hide his sharpened canines. Perhaps that is why Ithuriel always strayed away from their newest companion despite their shared blood; and the realization chills the Paladin's ichor into a thick, viscous substance that threatens to stop her beating heart. However the icing of her veins is far from the bony vice of ๐…๐„๐€๐‘ but of ๐†๐”๐ˆ๐‹๐“ and ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐’๐€๐๐๐Ž๐ˆ๐๐“๐Œ๐„๐๐“; after all, who was she to judge what may or may not be ๐–๐ˆ๐‚๐Š๐„๐ƒ?ย 
For her own baseless prejudice to cast a shadow upon the welcoming light of her Morninglord - to have caused their new ally to bloat out their true self ... Their camp was a pound of strays and mutts; a welcoming solace from the brutal and harsh gaze of the outside world - and Ithuriel feels she has somehow trampled its sanctity by bringing in an unplaced drop of bigotry. No, this had to be ๐‡๐„๐€๐‹๐„๐ƒ. Suspicion and anger brought doubt and doubt created unbelief - a blade's edge to the carefully threaded tapestry of society and kinship - and she'd been a ๐–๐‡๐„๐“๐’๐“๐Ž๐๐„ against it.ย 
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๐˜๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ.
"You're right."ย 
Her once husky and rounded tone had become as delicate as a dew drop within the first rays of dawn, its usual harsh edge was whittled down into a smooth and sincere tone - a feature many people seemed to lack; her earnesty was palpable in its saturation of each word. Ithuriel's body rushes to keep up and her hips rotate to connect directly with Eilis' eyes. She wants her to know that she is under her ๐๐‘๐Ž๐“๐„๐‚๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐ - and that her feelings are true.
"You're right, and I'm sorry, Eilis. I have not treated you fairly, I have given you a scornful gaze more times than I have the others for less egregious offenses. It was ๐–๐‘๐Ž๐๐† of me. None of this is your fault, I have been childish and susceptible to the very hatred many use to scorn our kind and even those from the Hells that others deem worthy of hatred. That brought weakness and strife between us ... and if it is alright by you, I would like to follow in the path that Lathander extends to all - a new beginning for us both - one free of my prior mistakes and shortcomings." The corner of her lip lifts in a hopeful, inquisitive twitch, "I would like to get to know you better - if you'll still have me. I want our bond to be more than just an uneasy alliance in opposition to the Absolute and the horrors it is trying to bring.๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ
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dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.
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๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“ ๐–๐€๐’ ๐’๐‡๐ˆ๐๐ˆ๐๐† ๐–๐ˆ๐“๐‡ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‹๐”๐Œ๐ˆ๐๐„๐’๐‚๐„๐๐‚๐„ ๐Ž๐… ๐’๐„๐‹๐”๐๐„'๐’ ๐†๐‘๐ˆ๐ ๐€๐’ ๐ˆ๐“๐‡๐”๐‘๐ˆ๐„๐‹ ๐“๐‘๐„๐Š๐Š๐„๐ƒ ๐‡๐„๐‘ ๐–๐€๐˜ ๐…๐€๐‘๐“๐‡๐„๐‘ ๐…๐‘๐Ž๐Œ ๐‚๐€๐Œ๐ ๐“๐Ž ๐‡๐€๐๐๐„๐ ๐”๐๐Ž๐ ๐€ ๐๐„๐€๐‘๐๐˜ ๐’๐“๐‘๐„๐€๐Œ - ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐…๐‹๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐€๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐”๐’ ๐‘๐ˆ๐๐๐‹๐„๐’ ๐€๐‹๐Œ๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐†๐ˆ๐†๐†๐‹๐ˆ๐๐† ๐€๐’ ๐“๐‡๐„๐˜ ๐’๐–๐ˆ๐‘๐‹๐„๐ƒ ๐–๐ˆ๐“๐‡ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‚๐”๐‘๐‘๐„๐๐“.
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The tiefling finally had a moment to slip away from her companions to spend a night with herself; horrifically enough she cannot recall the last time she didn't smell of ๐„๐€๐‘๐“๐‡ and ๐ˆ๐‘๐Ž๐. With how many battles their journey had torn her through she was shocked that she wasn't somehow covered horn to tail in gore - needless to say being at camp was a welcome rest. Ithuriel nearly glows when the rays of silver moon light passes over her form, lithe fingers eager to unbraid her long hair and let it flow freely down her back; within the crisp night hair she suddenly realizes why fae hold their gatherings at these hours. Selune's wild and freeing call infected everything around the Paladin - crickets screaming, bats calling, the bubbling flow of water just ahead. Golden clasps fiddle between her fingertips as she finally releases her cloak, allowing it to fall slowly onto a nearby boulder. Although she is quick to startle when a sharp 'ahem' fills her ears upon the untying of her collar - cerise eyes flicking around quickly to locate the origin of sound only to meet crimson.ย 
ย  "Astarion - ?"
ย  Good evening, Darling.ย 
ย  Fluttering ears fall flat against her head as her gaze descends from his face farther and father until she meets water; his body shimmering within the moon's playful effulgence. The blood in her cheeks rises to the surface in a surprisingly demure display as she registers his next request: to ๐‰๐Ž๐ˆ๐ him. In her mind she scoffs but her body does not heed her command, she finds herself wishing that her companion might rise from the water and untie her attire. To feel the caress of another without fear of harm - the thought is too sweet to bear, and she waves it away from her fantasies. There is a strange ๐ˆ๐๐๐Ž๐‚๐„๐๐‚๐„ in her next movements; belts unbuckling, leather sliding, the fall of fabric ... Her sheer underdress but a ghostly sheet barely able to cover even the flushing red across her chest, the moonlight behind her reveals every slope and curve of her silhouette. Ithuriel pauses a moment to drink in the way Astarion almost seems to ๐’๐€๐•๐Ž๐‘ her - yet the furrow of his brow reveals his shock that she would agree to join him. She cannot tell if he is happy by her decision, or now finds her just as wretched as the others that gaze upon him hungrily; it was always difficult to tell where his true intentions lay versus the mask he put on. She expected to never be able to see past it, as if he would remove it for her - a foolish mistake if he did, she thinks and ruminates while gazing upon the vampireโ€™s expression, there was no goodness within her, what could she possibly offer him?
ย  An exhilarating rush sparks in her when she watches his lids fall halfway, eyes lock onto hers in a way that already strips her nude. Her head swims with dazzling illusions, her lips yearn to be kissed and the shame nearly swallows her whole when her chemise circles her ankles and she steps away from the pale fabric. Her long hair cascades over her shoulder as her feet and strong legs slip into the cool water - the ends of her wintry tresses catching on the current to paint her into a picture of grace. Sheโ€™s a strong form with flesh as white as bone - a gentle peach tone encircling the framework of her body; ๐Œ๐€๐‘๐Š๐„๐ƒ in scars - from claws to bites. The stamped skin tells of a life much longer than her young appearance, a full life that had been torn away and worn to nothing after the tadpole ate her memories. Her steps come to a rest as Ithuriel raises her face to the moon, drinking in the moonlight with deep inhale; she can feel him watching. She does not remember the last time someone else had witnessed her form like this, the last time she had wanted someone to look upon her - had she ever felt like this before?ย 
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ย  For a moment her tadpoles squirms uncomfortably and produces a strange, distant image of someone that causes her cheeks to flush darker. Perhaps before she had wanted someone to see her like this ... was this someone from before the Nautiloid? A deep voice cooed in her head as she stood, dark hair and eyes like the abyss locked to hers within her memory. The stranger's features are decidedly less chiseled than Astarion's but they hold a bubbling sense of determination and ambition - his brow is furrowed and his smirk is turned in such a way that Ithuriel finds her body growing ever more hot. Who was this person ... Someone who promised her rule, power, friendship; an ally - maybe ๐Œ๐Ž๐‘๐„ . Only when her mind focuses once more unto the companion before her does she realize just how ๐…๐ˆ๐—๐„๐ƒ her stare had been, her eyes burn from lack of blinking, and her expression relaxes once more. How long had she been standing here before him looking to be worshiped like a ๐†๐Ž๐ƒ instead of her usual self - sacrificial martyrdom?ย 
ย  What parts of her had been snuffed out in order to try and "be better"?
ย  Selune's silver embrace finally coaxes her forward and gives her the strength to meet Astarion's eyes once more, her own husky voice low and gravelly as she ๐’๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐’. The tiefling feels her skin tickle as each pore raises into goosebumps - the heat she had felt with the stranger stays and lingers, deciding to comfortably nest in her thighs once her inner flame decides Astarion is worthy of her attention. Now pointedly aware of the tension in the air she sank down into the river's water - its cool touch eliciting a quiet ๐Œ๐Ž๐€๐ from her lips. Her wisping lashes fell heavily halfway down her eye, blown pupils hazing over as he filled each blackened pit. Her ears remain alert as her jaw falls ever so slightly agape to reveal small canines, eager and ready to ๐๐ˆ๐“๐„. Her visage has transformed into an ethereal siren, dark gospel pulsing in her veins that beckoned him forward into the danger that was her very being, her heartbeat crooning to him like a ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„๐‘. It seems that she has grown comfortable. Cherry lips curl upwards into a sneer as she lifts her chin and sews her fingers between a lock of pale hair; revealing her gleaming breast in self - satisfaction. Even the waves within the river seemed to turn and bow before her, she felt powerful with his wanting gaze upon her;ย 
ย  "Well, Astarion, what of it then? What now that you've gotten me naked before you - did you think I would turn into a blushing, stuttering maiden like those within your seemingly countless romance novels?" She scoffs with a playful glint in her eye, bringing her head down to slick the bangs off of her face, "Are any of them even good?"
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