#🌟muse: runaway noble

[midnighttaverns]

ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥: : (Modern Verse) Vixen has completely forgotten about something important to (Your Muse). She has no clue what it is, so she tries to play it off

𝔻𝕪𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕔: Partners or close friends

𝕆𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠: All

The young woman had walked into the space, opening a bottle of pain killers. She looked tired and frustrated. "Hey. Where have you been all day? I tried calling you when I got off work like twice." Her tone made it seem like it was just a normal Monday afternoon. Clearly, she wasn't tracking anything important. "Whatever, you want to go to that taco place down on Main Street? I haven't eaten all fuckin day."

@indiestarter

[midnighttaverns]

"Hm...? I just came to check on you as all. I felt the need." The half elf's had looked at him with a light smile. Physical touch was very natural to her, and she often touched others without thinking too much about it. Small boundaries like that were not taught to this noble child. Which....is shooking all things considered.

"You've had your nose in that book all night. I expect that from the likes of Gale....has he started to rub off on you?" She teased him kindly and leaned on the chair he was sitting in.

The rogue drew in a quick, tense breath, the feeling of fingers creeping along his pale curls and just ghosting over his neck made him shudder. He was surprisingly sensitive when it came to a gentle kind touch - unexpected as it ever was. Rather than lash out, as was his first thought, he let out a measured breath. He focused on the good of the contact instead.

"Need something, darling?" He asked, turning his gaze away from the book that had been his focus only moments before.

[midnighttaverns]

ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥: (Aftermath Verse) After all is said and done, Vixen returns to Baldur's Gate semi permanently. For a short while, she managed to hide from her father, but...he found her. Yay....

𝔻𝕪𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕔: Partners, close friends, party members, whatever works.

𝕆𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠: All

"Dear gods, what is this?" Vixen sighed....she knew exactly what it was. Her father didn't really know how to apologize. Not properly, at least. So he would bombard her with gifts until she stopped being mad. Which explained all the wine, cheese, and sweets that filled the table in the room. "Toss.....Toss all this out."

@indiestarter

[midnighttaverns]

ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥: (Main Verse) Vixen is horrible at reading maps and understanding direction. Despite knowing this, the party always lets her play navigator always. So now they're lost(AGAIN), and it's almost time to make camp.

𝔻𝕪𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕔: Partners, close friends, party members, whatever works.

𝕆𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠: All

The half elf stared at the map in her hands, confusion highlighting her features. "We should be...." She muttered to herself as she tried to make sense of it all. "Here. But....Where the hells are we?!" She grunted out in frustration. Why does this always happen to her?! It was like some devil cursed her from birth and, for some unknown reason, made her a horrible map reader.

@indiestarter

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