#artisanals

[loath3d]

it's difficult to talk to the woman standing just a few yards from him, but if looks could kill... the distance would mean nothing to her. he shifts on his feet, leveling a half glare at her. ❝ stop looking at me like that. if you need to say something, just say it. ❞ perhaps xaden shouldn't take that tone with her. he's only just graduated, and her ranking is high above his own. he stands his ground, nonetheless, chin lifting ever so slightly.

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[shesnikt]

❛ you got a guy? good looking girl like you... ❜

 "I  don't  see  why  I  should  bother."  And  honestly,  she  doesn't  believe  the  words  to  be  sincere.  It's  nothing  personal.  Laura  simply  hasn't  found  much  to  be  behind  flirting  and  offers  than  just  basic  physical  gratification.  She  doesn't  blame  anyone for it,  but  she  won't  get  attached.  And  that  smile  on  @artisanals 's  face?  She  doubts  he's  thinking  of  much  else.  "Most  of  my  options  might  be  dead  in  a  few  weeks."

   Even  after  bonding  dragons.

 Green  eyes  flick  from  his  face  to  his  patches-  "That  includes  second  years."  -and  back  again.  Oh,  she  knows  this  one.  "For  someone  with  your  reputation,  I  thought  you  would  have  a  better  opener  than  that."

[riderheart]

   Brennan  had  said  the  first  time  she  was  late,  the  sleeping  arrangements  would  be  changed.  Or  rather  enforced.  He  didn't  say  anything  about  what  would  happen  if  she  didn't  turn  up  at  all.  Maybe  he  knew  it  meant  something  else?  Maybe  he  just  knew  that  it  wasn't  Xaden's  fault.  After  all,  @artisanals  wasn't  due  home  for  hours  yet.  Or  at  least  he  was  last  time  she  checked.  The  exhaustion  had  overcome  her  at  least  twice  since  then.

 Violet  was  slightly  more  awake  than  she  had  been  all  day  when  she  heard  footsteps.  Thick,  heavy  boots  thudded  on  stone  floors-  and  quicker  than  usual.  But  he  wasn't  running.  She  shifted  under  the  thick  blanket  when  the  door  opened,  then  closed  gently.  Heavy  lidded  grey  eyes  peeked  out.  Somehow,  with  the  dense  fog  weighing  on  her  head,  it  was  easier  than  reaching  out  with  her  mind.

   "Xaden?"

[faerieheart]

❝ no harm will come to you, you have my word on that. ❞ / aedion @artisanals

"i trust you, aedion. i have since we were children, but you can't change destiny." the words are a knife to her throat. to admit that there is no fixing this is not as easy even if she holds her chin up high. she will be strong. she will not be afraid. "i will do what needs to be done and that's that."

[ltr1ley]

@artisanals : ‘ you could’ve gotten yourself killed. ’ / gaz

it's like the nag of ringing in his ears, a constant ringing, gaz unfortunately is at the end of his own frustrations. eyes are tired behind the mask, a glimmer of something much more than the man would ever say because he never would. shoulders roll, easing some tension out from his body, always sore, always exhausted but he never said a word. eyes finally meet garrick's, a sound akin to a scoff leaving lips as he starts to remove his kit. ❛ we get ourselves nearly killed everyday, today is no different and tomorrow won't be either. ❜ as he sets his gear off to the side eyes leave gaz's, he knows he's being harsh but everyday is not a guarantee for them, anything could happen, even to skilled men like them who think they have everything under control.

ghost takes a moment to still himself, hands on the table in front of him. chest rises and falls, his heart beating fast despite his calm attitude. that constant ringing only seemingly getting louder by the second as silence hangs around them. they're a team, they're meant to help one another, have each others backs and he knows this. ghost also realizes that shutting garrick out won't do any of them good, communication is needed. swallowing thickly, a sigh leaves him shortly after. ❛ i did what was needed to be done, there's nothing changing it. i took a chance, a very calculated one at that, sergeant. had it not been for you, maybe i would have died but i knew you had my back. ❜ finally pushing himself from where he'd been, he walks over to garrick and puts a gloved hand on his shoulder, squeezing almost reassuringly.

❛ it wouldn't of been possible without you. ❜ his way of saying thanks, something no doubt the team was accustomed to by now. rarely have the spoken words of 'thank you' ever left his lips.

[crosaidi]

@artisanals inquired: “I hope this is important. For your sake.” / isa

Brows climb high, and he bites his tongue. " Oh, aye, for my sake, " he echoes, tossing his pack down near the fire; it slumps, not terribly full. " Now, before I go and possibly inflict some uninteresting tripe on yerself, if it's not important enough —— what, praytell, is goin' to happen? Just so I'm understandin' of all my risks. "

[kcrclrezni]

@artisanals from here (legacy editor)

Nikolai can understand restless hands and feels the need to keep his moving as he ponders Zafiya's answer, or rather, many answers. Clearly the second one - the yes - is what she seems to think reigns true. He clears his throat before he finally speaks. "Then what would you consider to be the reason why I shouldn't have you at my side?" He can't help but add in a little humor in an attempt to soften the mood and continues with, "Just don't say bad breath. There's things can be done about that."

[heartsbreaking-migrated]

@artisanals sent [TEXT] - i’m sorry.

[ MSG : leo ] it's okay we're both busy [ MSG : leo ] i was in court all day and didn't get to check my phone until later [ MSG : leo ] you can get me apology takeout tomorrow

[featherstcnes]

azriel knew about being a burden. his childhood was enough proof of that, and despite the years he spent alive, the memories wouldn't escape him. he doubted they ever would. and it was why he didn't blame rhysand for putting him in this position -- for making him check in with people around prythian. for making him keep tabs on any information about amarantha. about the people that had been close to her, so that rhysand didn't have to. azriel kept his information close to him. detailed records of what he found out from various people that he'd been tasked after.

but somehow, despite the distance he'd traveled, the people he'd met, he always ended up here eventually, across from @artisanals.

artisanals asked: ‘ i didn’t want to be a burden. ’

" you're not a burden, " he managed out in response to zafiya's words, his eyes flickering over to her as she spoke. he was leaning against a wall, his wings tucked tightly against him. " if you want to talk ... talk. " how was he supposed to deny someone that? and isn't this what rhysand wanted? information? he told himself that was what he was listening for. he told himself that was why his shadows stirred slightly at the idea of listening to her talk, of listening to her open up even the slightest bit. " my silence isn't disinterest, " he started, voice soft. his arms crossed gently in front of him. " far from it. "

[loath3d]

it's late, far too late for even xaden to be out wandering the courtyard of basgiath, yet here he is — and there she is. ❝ hey, you! first year! what are you doing out so late? you know better than that. ❞ he knows who she is — audra, she's in his wing — and he's never seen her step out of line like this. while surprised, he'll continue to approach her with his hands in his pockets, only stopping for half a second when he notices the tears sparkling in the dim lights outside on her cheeks.

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[harmsdealer]

@artisanals

even though he wasn't much of a drinker—not for moral reasons; alcohol was simply hit and miss when it came to his metabolism—kei found himself frequently invited to blow-outs on the upper east side. he knew why, of course: his utility as a versatile plug made him worth the summons. and drugs were easy. servicing the brat pack always made for a lucrative night's work.

they'd reached the part of the evening where his human company began thrashing at each other under the guise of dancing. he surveyed the floor with morbid interest from the safety of a table, until a presence at his shoulder broke the reverie. he turned his head, then shot vargas a perfunctory smile of recognition. not for the first time, he wondered why liquor could make some humans behave so erratically and others... less so. ❛ how come you're not gripped by the desire to show them how it's done? ❜

[palespawn]

❝ it’s not slander if it’s true. ❞ / erik

“ it's slander if i say it's slander, ” astarion snaps back, true or not. he was a great many things, but a liar and a cheat? well. the man didn't need to say it so loudly!

“ honestly, all this buzzing about my tent, disparaging my good name ... if you're not careful, i might start getting the wrong idea about you, darling. ”

[shesnikt]

❛ i told you not to fall in love with me. ❜

 "It  was  one  smile—"  Not  even  a  whole  one  really,  more  of  a  smirk.  And  of  course  she'd  turned  her  head  hoping  @artisanals  wouldn't  see.  Fuck  if  that  helped.  "—it  does  not  mean  I'm  falling  in  love  with  you!"

[bhaalborn]

@artisanals said: the ruins of an ancient structure lost to time from isa

their surroundings feel familiar in a sort of way that the dragonborn CAN'T QUITE QUANTIFY, like stepping into a dream they'd forgotten, or into the threshold of something that'd been stolen from them since before the moment they could open their own eyes.

the cobblestones are blackened with age and there are cracks in the walls, ceilings and floors. wilted overgrowth sprouts from the edges of every orifice, forcing the fissures wider, but all seem to stretch futilely towards the center of the room where a stone chair sits.

. . . some sort of throne.

ulysses waltzes up to it and grabs the arms of the seat, hefting themselves up the three feet or so that's its built from the ground and sitting in the cathedra with little preamble. they settle comfortably- dwarfed by the largeness of the structure, built like it's made for a giant and not a man- AND GRIN.

" i think this suits me quite well, don't you think? "

setting prompts, ALWAYS ACCEPTING

[heartsbreaking-migrated]

she was glad that he was laughing and smiling despite the circumstances. karen wished he was more concerned that he was bleeding, but she was becoming used to people being less concerned than they should be. "don't try and get out of this calling me pretty," she shook her head, a soft blush spreading on her cheeks. she was relieved that leo hopefully couldn't see in the dim light. "i worry about you no matter what." she reached towards him, looping her arm through his. "let's go, i think we might need to get you to the er."

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