#✨— — traveling companions;; erys (tav)

[wizofwaterdeep]

the three best friends that anyone could have

@oathwilled & @sorcerav

[wizofwaterdeep]

@sorcerav this is erys and gale

Who romanced who, amirite

[wizofwaterdeep]

@sorcerav asked: "[ injury ] a careful kiss on a partner's wound to make it all better" // different ways to kiss someone;; open

A heavy sigh upon the wizard's lips, a dark shade of bruised coloration upon his tan cheek, not quite so different from the purple hue of his robes. Fighting has never been a particular asset of Gale's—he is hardly helpless, of course. However, their journey's rather dirty, merciless realities have proven a difficult adjustment to his comfortable life in Waterdeep. Never perceiving himself as one to scrimmage for survival, now there is little choice.

He is exhausted, looks it too. Covered from head to toe in a disgusting, pathetic array of bruises and blood. A rather nasty wound upon his left shoulder is the current recipient of Erys' careful attention, her calculated hands make quick work of him. How lucky he is, truly, to deserve her concern when the sorcerer is hardly in better condition herself. A soft press of lips upon his cheek earns a grateful smile. "All better now, much appreciated." His tone is impatient, eager to focus on her needs, "Are you okay? Relatively speaking, of course."

[wizofwaterdeep]

@sorcerav asked: "for one muse to wake the other because they’re having a nightmare // "Gale, darling," Erys lightly strokes the wizard's hair, brows furrowed in concern as she attempts to gently coax him awake, "you're having a nightmare — come back to me." // morning after starters;; closed

Brown eyes jolt awake, breath hitches, caught within the back of the wizard’s throat as careful dusky lavender hands prod at his arm. He’s quite disoriented—a typical phenomenon following a particularly unpleasant nightmare—until gaze fixates upon his lover’s familiar features. Erys. No longer trapped within the world of his nightmares, greeted instead by the comfort of his warm bed, his tower in Waterdeep, and the woman he loves steady by his side. The sun has yet to rise, a room bathed in nearly total darkness. Well, for him as a mere human, that is. “Apologies, it was not my intent to disturb you, my love.”

[wizofwaterdeep]

✿ // teehee

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  illithid tadpole buddies

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  possibly married one day

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

[wizofwaterdeep]

Cautious hands stir upon instinct, observing attentively as the drow stumbles a few paces back into his space. He is immediate to act on catching the woman should she fall, however, she quickly regains her confident (albeit intoxicated) posture, instead leaving Gale to mask his concern. With disaster averted and wine bottle in hand, the wizards nods an appreciative thanks. One mere sip of vulgar goblin wine is enough to place a grumpy pout upon his lips, Waterdhavian wine would never taste quite so uncivilized. But alas, he has little option and refuses to allow Erys the satisfaction of proving her more— unfavorable assumptions of him.

"Well, some believe stars are simply holes in the crystal sphere, or perhaps designs created by the gods themselves. Were I a faithful Selunite, I may wager stars are a symbol of my goddess. A bright light of hope fluorescent through total, complete darkness." A thoughtful hum, "That is what you have been for these tieflings today. For all one knows, the stars shine a little bit brighter because of your good deed."

Erys arches an irritated brow at his quip, though in her current state of inebriation, she can't help the low chuckle that escapes her. "Wine or not, it seems you're embracing your usual bumptious charm." Her voice, typically edged with sharpness in conversations with Gale, now carries a more playful note, harmonizing with the triumphant energy of the party.

Nose wrinkling, she considers the wizard for a moment before gracefully extending the half-empty bottle she'd been hoarding in his direction. "Why don't you try and play catch up, hm?" she challenges, a wry smirk playing at the corner of her lips. A drunken Gale—oh, that would be a sight to behold. His comment about the beauty of the evening prompts her to gaze up at the stars. Turning on her heel, she aligns herself with his direction, the intoxication causing her to clumsily step back, deeper into the space before his tent. "Not unlike most nights," Erys remarks, casting a sidelong glance in wizard's direction. "But the stars do seem a bit brighter tonight. Do you think there's a reason for that, oh studious one?"

[wizofwaterdeep]

"Did you just—" He sounds exceedingly exasperated, irritation quite evident by the grumpy frown which graces his features. Erys is certainly not going to achieve what she wants by mistreating his books. "Too cruel." Evidently, he married a bloody cat. Acting out and knocking his belongings every which way whenever she so desires his undisturbed attention. With a huff, the wizard kneels to retrieve his book from the floor. And oh, Gale notices the manner in which she twists her body to provide him quite the show of her body as he's situated below her.

"Oh, I don't think so, my darling." he tuts disapprovingly and sets the book down upon his desk, "Violence upon my books is off limits. Now, say you're sorry." Has he paid too little attention to her as of recent? Perhaps so, to illicit such a reaction. Truthfully, Gale has been rather distracted with his work and he will admit as such, as long as she promises to leave his books alone first. "Typically, one would use their words to express what they want."

"Looks a bit crooked to me." Okay, now she's being a bit petulant, but it can't be anything new or surprising to the wizard after all this time. Surely there's a part of her that considers leaving him be, knowing that her husband will be in for a late night if she's to get what she wants -- but she can't be completely to blame, can she? No, it's the damned thunderstorm's fault. Had the weather been calmer, she'd be in the middle of her favorite tavern right about now, downing drinks and exchanging quips with friends new and old. Alas, now she's utterly bored and in desperate need of attention -- surely he'll understand later.

The drow crosses one leg over the other, a lavender thigh emerging from under the silken fabric of her robe. "Mmh, not exactly what I had in mind, but I'm always up for trying new things." Erys muses, reaching over to grab one of the open texts in front of Gale. She makes a show of sifting through the pages, letting out a heavy sigh only a few moments later. "On second thought, you're right. This does seem rather dull." The book is slammed shut, and Erys tosses it carelessly to the floor where it hits with a loud thud. A mischievous smile tugs at her lips, followed by a shrug. "Oops."

[wizofwaterdeep]

Insufferable. Utterly and absolutely insufferable. The wizard knows precisely what she is plotting here—a slender leg prodding into his workspace, a sheer black robe draped loosely upon her alluring figure (one she knows he enjoys, mind you.) And he has quite the sneaking suspicion there is nothing underneath said robe, though inquiring on such would only encourage her misbehavior further. Professor rolls off her careful tongue with provocative fluctuation, he should not blush, though he certainly does.

"My head is on perfectly straight, thank you." Oh, but even Gale knows he is fibbing quite pathetically. Admittedly, work does keep him quite busy these days, and while he is not entirely opposed to indulging his wife's desires, now Erys has turned this into a game. One he is determined to win. "Perhaps you would like to aid me in my research, considering you are sitting on my desk. Though you might find it rather dull."

@wizofwaterdeep; ❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜ // darker vibes

Erys sticks out her bottom lip in a dramatic pout, glancing down at her husband from her seated position atop his desk. Admittedly, she's trying to get a rise out of him, knowing that he has a late night of work ahead of him for reasons she, frankly, hadn't been paying attention to earlier. Was she a poor influence, attempting to distract him despite his pleas for concentration? Absolutely -- but, in Erys' mind, Gale knew this would be the case from the moment he'd asked her to marry him. Lucky for her, he always manages to take the bait.

"Why? Is it preventing Professor Dekarios from focusing properly?" she teases, the slender legs that hang off of his desk swinging lazily. "A pity. I assumed the smartest man in all of Waterdeep would have an easier time keeping his head on straight."