#DivineFlames

[narendrakumarchhabra]

[tenderhellfire]

Smooches !!!

Tender lips turn to press into her own - the action is almost unexpected, had Karlach not wished to sink into her warmth every moment she was awake. But such warmth, her warmth, could be swallowed up in an instant by the inferno reflected in every pore of her own skin. She could feel it now as the adoration swelled in her chest and flared outward into her shoulders, down her spine, and into her core. Sparks of flame flickered out and danced across the tiefling's skin, and finally zapped across against Haleth's lips like a small flame of lighting. 'Twas an apt description because it was fast, and it was hot - and Karlach was yet again robbed of a different sort of warmth, a different sort of affection.

That sought warmth she craved so much when she looked at the woman she desired. "Gods." There's a hum, "I'm dizzy.." And calloused work worn hands lift up - sharpened tips of fingertips almost graze her skin again to look over her face for any sort of injury. Almost - had she repeated that mistake until Karlach stops herself. Freezing midair- hesitating, and for a split second Karlach could feel her heart break all over again. Gods, what she would do to be touched again, to feel again, to hold and be held. The ache, the loneliness ate her alive. Karlach exhales, and turns her eye to her. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?

@divineflames wanted kisses BUT AT WHAT COST!!!!

[lastborne]

"I don't have a nervous system. I am a nervous system."

@divineflames from a meme I can't remember

A light laugh left Maheen as she looped her arm over Haleth's shoulder as they stood in front of the shop. "Nothing to be nervous over, there are no mimics in there, I swear." Ever since being told that Haleth had never been dress shopping, Maheen had been looking for any excuse to get her in a shop, and now was finally the time.

"It'll be fun, and if you don't like it after trying on a dress or two, we can leave. Deal?"

[countercharmda]

[ 24 ] a busy village market, shopkeepers shouting their prices and selling their wares to curious passerby.

Had he been anyone else, such a sight might've overwhelmed him. Fortunately for him -- and the rest of the party -- the sight of a busy market square has never been daunting to Serendipity. He dips through the masses of patrons, stopping on occasion to glance over his shoulder for a sight of his shopping companion, @divineflames .

" Alright, " says the tiefling, taking a crisply folded shopping list from within a pocket. " We should probably take care of this first before we explore, lest I get another lecture from Gale about it. But, after that...market place is our oyster, eh? I'd be curious to see how many 'rare artifacts' we can find around here. " This he accentuates with a wink.

[visionproductions2008]

🔥✨ Sneak Peek: More rough sketches from my upcoming web manga, 'Divine Flames'! Witness a tale where love defies boundaries, as a devil and an angel find themselves in a forbidden romance. Stay tuned for a story that blurs the lines between heaven and hell.

[tenthhell]

@divineflames answered:

There's a certain restlessness that comes with a sleepless night. Underneath a vast canopy of stars, trying to count them all does little to beckon sleep, and instead she finds herself sinking into boredom and the same idle daydreams that came when she was that awkward teenager so many years back. She remembers how vicious that itch for adventure truly was back then, and finds a simple irony in the fact that she yearns for it now. When all of this wasn't happening and the most trouble she had in her life was wondering what time supper was. What bliss. She supposes she ought not to look destiny in its eyes and raise a mental middle finger, but it's all she wants to do. Haleth doesn't tell anyone that she's scared to death. Before her life was filled with possibility and opportunity and now? Now the road before is paved with uncertainty and hardships she could never imagine. She would rather it was her and not others. Poor, unsuspecting people that would break under the weight balances across all of their shoulders. They were fortunate. She blinks, once, twice. Chases away the thoughts with a small shake of her head and rolls over onto her belly. The campfire's dying, and she finds a comfort in the bite of smoke and soft glow of light it gives off. She's often wondered about Orianna has been reading. She's tried to steal glimpses over her shoulders, but she is astute and notices quickly that she's watching. Haleth always looks away like a child caught with her hand in a crate of sweets she is told that she cannot have. Such was the curse of curiosity, she supposes.

"Are you certain?" She replies with a smile that's a little too keen. "I shan't dog-ear the pages, Gods only know my mother will somehow find a way to give me a clip around the ear if I dare."

          The world had come crumbling down for so many, yet it was like standing in the eye of the storm, watching the world go screaming by when one's own world sits serenely in place. Drawbacks came with the tadpole, certainly ( when was the last time her connection to the Hells had felt so.... Muddled? ), but it held far more potential. Where the world dimmed in places, it brightened in others; each squirm seemed to bring about a new hue where there hadn't been one before, each connection like seeing with one's own eyes the vast bounties of the sea for the first time. It was a parasite, yes, but the catch with such relationships is and would always be to know the inner workings of one's foe; to know this would be to know how to drain every drop of power from it.

          But for now.... This area is woefully lacking in such knowledge. Therein lay one of only two reasons such a loft being like Orianna's own self would deign to help mere mortals; the way forward is unclear at best, to say nothing of the missing necklace containing several thousands of mortal souls. Replaceable, certainly, for the souls could be moved and removed at whim, but the actual metal and gemstones? Sentiment could never be replicated. Even with the same materials and shapes, she would always know it to be different from the one given by her parents all those years ago. No, regardless of the cost, it simply must be returned -- preferably, without any of her recent companions catching on to the importance of the thing.

          Thoughts already wandering from the tome under iron-sharp claws, she's taken to letting her gaze wander from place to place, occasionally settling upon the sleeping forms of the others. Or rather, mostly sleeping. Sleep seems to avoid Haleth on this night, judging by the way and frequency that she shifts. No doubt, trying to get comfortable. Trying to shake off the dogged thoughts that haunted them all, of late. Orianna might be alien to them all, in secret, but it's the few shreds that still links their lived experiences.

          Whispered word and flat palm conjures a tome from her library in Baldur's Gate -- one perhaps better suited to those not arcane-obsessed like herself: a tome regaling the fictional tale of a dragon masquerading as a human bard. It's a good read, if one Orianna herself hasn't read since first beginning her book collection. One that, hopefully, Haleth may find lessens the load bearing down on her mind, if only for a moment.

          "Positively," she replies in a soft whisper and bemused tone. "Books are invaluable, but so is the wellness of one's allies. Though, your mother sounds to be a delightfully wise woman."

[gloomedhands]

@divineflames [ SIGH ] "What did you do?"

A loud sigh and accusing tone tore the ranger from his busy thoughts. “What?” Cool annoyance laced within his words, he heard her just fine the first time, and he can sense Haleth preparing to repeat herself when he spoke up. Acting crude as he often did.

 "I didn't do anything---" the shift in his words heavily suggest otherwise, and he catches himself. Lips thinning and ashen brows furrowing tightly together as he looks over at the other. A quick glance over her and he's turned away again. All but scrounging through the pockets of the gutted corpse at his feet. Ignoring the mess that was surely going to stain his hands and anything he grabbed there after. “It isn't even your business but if you must know! I’m merely collecting… something that was stolen from me.”

Something in which he had previously stolen from someone else, but fails to mention that double thievery committed here. There’s a glint of metal caught in the sun as the item in question is freed from the dead man’s pockets. There was something arcane and precious about it. Hastily it was pocketed as Dakara stands. Tuning on a heel a petite looking bottle was tossed his companion's way. "Even something for you. Seems more a use to you than me. Shall we be going then?"

[thiefscant]

What's the lie your character says most often?

CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS — accepting!

"i'm fine," is probably the lie anais tells most often, solely because she spent her entire life telling it to herself. she does, of course, make the same claim to others aloud as well, even when she clearly isn't fine at all, more and more often as the game progresses.

"i prefer to work/be alone," comes in at a very close second. this is yet another lie they've told themself their entire life, because it was easier to believe they were better off on their own than admit they might like having other people in their life at a time when they had no one. this is a lie that very slowly unravels as they bond with their companions after the nautiloid crash.

[dearfr1end]

@divineflames ... liked. scrawny - wallows

he doesn't mean to be so jumpy, but most sounds do this to him. make him jump, the hair on the back of his neck standing on edge, body tensing. the sound is nothing, though, a simple animal moving through the brush. he gets a look from the other, and he blushes. "ah, i'm uh. easily startled. i tend to freak myself out. sorry." not exactly the kind of person you want on your side, typically.

[herspawn]

"Are they cute?"

A laugh leaves her mouth as she gently tugs the other along. " Haleth, You think I would just check someone out like that? What kind of person do you; " She pauses, looking back to see if they were out of earshot.

When she confirmed that, she looked back before nodding. " Very cute. Beyond cute, beautiful. "

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 // accepting

[lastborne]

⋆ "was that lightning?! that was definitely lightning, right?"

@divineflames sent X

Bright laughter left Maheen as she darted out of the tent and spun around in the rain, bright eyes nearly glowing in the dark of the night.

"It was!"

It felt like she could feel the power in her blood growing as lightning streaked across the sky. It was her favorite type of weather and it never failed she would be playing in the rain as Talos sent light slicing through the sky.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

[limpfisted]

‘the circumstances may have played out the same way regardless of anything you or I did.’

"It's my fault. If I had----" Wyll swallows, and then lets out a hiss that matches the steam engine. His fist beats against his chest---All hail the Blade---and then drags up his face, held too tight against Mizora's eye as the socket bleeds pure, clear, angry tears.

He wants to fall to his knees. He wants to scream, he wants to wail, he wants to beg to every God that will listen and even the ones that won't---that they bring his Father back. The ship is full of so many people. Free and saved. He should be happy. They saved everyone, and their lives are so valuable, and they've done so good, and perhaps, in some world, some universe far beyond where God's are good and just and listen instead of letting devils reign and Father's die----his Father would be proud.

Does it even matter anymore. Of course it does, he reminds himself. Every life matters. Baldur's Gate matters. He does not regret a single thing. He chose this. He chose this. He chose this. And yet, and yet---

His Father looked at him as he opened the door, and there was---shock, and then recognition, and then he turned to run, and then he did not look at Mizora with so much as fear, simply looked at Wyll with the most disgusting, vicious sneer, his lips pulled, his tongue sucked, his cheeks thinned, as if to spit on him. And then the life was snuffed from him. An hour glass smashed. There was never enough time. To forgive. To forget.

Wyll will remember that look from his Father, the fierceness in his eyes, and then the laziness of his lids as recognition left him and was marked with a settled judgment. As long as he lives.

"I was meant to sell my soul for him. I already did. I already chose him once. I would have done it again." Wyll's voice comes out ragged, a tempest storm trapped within a whisper, not a prayer to the Gods but further punishment from them. He can never share the depths of his pain. He can only cry, cry, cry---and he smiles, still despite it all.

"I'm---I'm so glad we saved everyone else. You did--------did good work, today, chief. We're all free." What a punishment. What a death sentence to them all. "Thank you. Thank you for your--------" Pity. "Kindness."

"I'll be alright. Much to celebrate, now. And work to be done."

All the Gods have ever given Wyll was a cold shoulder. A warm shoulder to cry on can be just a damning. His old spot in Hell would be a better comfort, now.

[visionproductions2008]

🔥💫 Sneak peek at the latest rough thumbnails for 'Divine Flames'! Witness a tale where love defies boundaries, as an angel and a devil find their hearts intertwined in a forbidden romance. Stay tuned for a journey filled with passion, conflict, and celestial intrigue!

[narendrakumarchhabra]

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“Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.”

— Franz Kafka

[tenderhellfire]

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