#◜ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓 — ( and it's been a test to make it here; you know my faith had faded through the years. ) / dakara. ◞

[orexias]

mains updated. , as per those who liked my mains call.

raheta can be found at @gildedthrns lorn can be found at @dreadspvwn ivy can be found at @herspawn maheen can be found at @lastborne dakara can be found at @gloomedhands astarion can be found at @thepalelfe sylvn can be found at @wrlckd sanderrac can be found at @fragilesilk

my mains are defined as individuals who do not need my permission to send asks (prompted or otherwise), write starters (plotted or otherwise), or involve me/nesta in their headcanons, metas, or other works.

[orexias]

the latent whisper was a tavern that, frankly, should fit the clientele that dakara sak'oan and nesta d'angelis make up. they are well aware of the kind of people they are perceived as-- dark, dreary, unkind, unsettling. it is up to them as to whether or not they accept it or if they run from it. regardless of such a thing, nesta speaks the language of mercantilists in the form of gold, and she slipped the jovial, gluttonous barman an extra set of gold to ensure that they were not followed. that they would be safe here. safety implied survival, of course, and in doing so, the two of them found themselves sharing one room the more lucrative choice.

sharing a room implied quicker reaction, if one of them were in trouble, and more importantly: it allowed them to take shifts. nesta was to sleep first, staying up late into the morning to protect dakara from those they both were fleeing from. they just had to make it to baldur's gate, to get answers. to find some semblance of privelege, privacy, safety. 

she returns from the bath-- a communal thing at each end of the hallway, divided not by sex or gender but instead by whether or not someone needed to take a hot bath or needed to take a cold bath-- to find him reading. makes sense; they'd stopped and picked up a handful of reading materials at some stall in the last town they'd reached. he's peaceful, here - the way his hair is down for once, his earrings removed and rest in a small pile on the sidetable of the bed they're expected to share. it is a pity, then, that peace is anathema to consumption.

she sits perpendictular to him, her legs draped over his lap, her body in some strange L-shape that provides him all of the comforts of mortal interaction but all of the displeasures of a lack of personal space. nesta chuckles mischeviously as she invades his space, as she is wont to do with anyone she travels alongside - many of their mutual companions have experienced exactly this, a hunger for comfort as she prepares to protect him, as is he is about to begin protecting her.

@gloomedhands , ❝ you know, if you want to spend time with me, you only have to say so. ❞

" i could, " she says earnestly, shrugging one shoulder in amusement. she chuckles, here, eyes closing as she has shifted her head from the pillow to his shoulder, draped across him like a fine mink scarf in her all-too-plain disguise. " but this is more fun. read to me, won't you? you can stop when i start talking in my sleep. "