#lostindrink

[daedaluscried]

@lostindrink

“ Have you ever... seen a dead body? “ A pause as she considered the question, a smile growing across her face, “ Would you like to? “

[magicmirrored]

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”Hey. Whatcha doin’ out here this late? S’dangerous in this neck of the woods.” Despite the battleaxe resting on her shoulder, Laine’s stance is lax, and she eyes the strange man curiously before her eyes travel down to the wineskin. “Get back from a party that’s a bit too borin’ and wanted t’spice it up?”

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[forwardmoved-a]

        “i feel like we’re past the point of no return, mate.” it was as if the deep gnome had actually taken the other’s words in consideration and was going to move towards a better and more collaborative future with his party members. yet there was no one who was more eager to throw in the towel than he was. “anya has... disappeared, i don’t even know what went on there, but we’ve also got a hoard of zombies and an undead minotaur abomination who has the hots for me.”

STARTER CALL // @lostindrink

[fatesought]

( @lostindrink | is the most patient person on this hell site )

     Call it a calculated risk when Quarth stepped back from nudging the collapsed creature with the heel of his boot; a haphazard test for nerve responses in the padding of its foot. (The last thing he wanted was to turn his attention towards the human that he had found cornered by it, only for the damn thing to get up and take a swipe at his backside.) All the while, never once opting to introduce himself; not when he first so the fight break out, or made a point to intervene and help the stranger. "How are your hands?” he asked warily, “Those are rather important for a musician, aren’t they?”

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     ❝  i’m not gonna be long and then i’ll be outta your hair. promise me you’ll  TAKE  CARE  of pault -----  ❞   nessa glances up from her pack, expecting the figure behind her to be diath ; he’s always checking on her, ensuring she’s okay, and she know he doesn’t agree with her decision to leave. but she knows that even under the spell’s influence, paultin was right about her.   ❝  oh. paultin. i’m -- i’ll hurry up.  ❞

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[savagedesign-a]

liefdesverdriet

wordstuck.co.vu    prompts.    |    (    accepting.    )

liefdesverdriet    :    the    sadness    ,    depression    or    pain    one    feels    about    a    love    unanswered    or    love    that    is    gone.

The  head  clutched  in  their  hand  is  cold    -    features  permanently  contorted  into  an  expression  of  shock   ,  of  fear.  Portion  of  the  spine  hangs  from  the  neck    ,  skin  in  tatters    ,  dangling  from  thin  strings  of  flesh  and  veins.  It  bled  little    ,  small  dots  spattering  upon  the  floor  with  each  of  their  steps    -    it  had  done  most  of  the  bleeding  on  the  walk  back.  Their  home  is  empty  and  cold    ,  feeling  much  more  like  a  cave  rather  than  a  place  of  residence.  Lifeless  skull  is  dismissed  over  their  shoulder  as  they  enter  their  bathroom    ,  and  they  strip  to  their  bare  skin    ,  gazing  at  their  reflection  in  the  mirror  with  apathy.  What  a  beast  they  were    ,  caked  with  layer  upon  layer  of  gore.  It  served  as  a  protective  barrier    ,  almost    ,  isolating  them    ,  ensuring  their  safety.  As  water  begins  to  wash  away  blood    -    theirs  and  foreign     ,  they  become  vulnerable    -    just  as  weak  as  any  other    ,  flawed    ,  tainted  by  the  gratuitous  solitude.

They  wanted  to  imagine  imperfections  upon  their  fragile  muscle  being  traced    -    hands  gliding  over  sensitive  skin    ,  then  again    ,  if  their  own  spouse  could  not  bear  to  look  at  them    ,  much  less  touch  them    ,  then  it  must  be  a  want  that  must  stay  unanswered.  How  ugly  they  were    -    all  bones  and  skin  covered  in  foreign  blood    -    what  would  their  wife  say    ?  As  they  bathe  themselves    ,  they  pretend  the  hands  that  lather  their  body  and  trace  the  scars  are  not  their  own    ,  sliding  over  rough    ,  worn  skin  with  no  other  intention  than  to  make  them  feel  better.  Fingertips  drawing  designs  upon  their  sides    ,  their  neck    -    they  imagine  gentle  coaxing  being  whispered  into  their  ear  recounting  how  strong  they’ve  been    -    how  pretty  they  are.  Or  perhaps  no  words  would  be  said  at  all    ,  and  each  other’s  heartbeats  would  be    .    .    .    

                                                                             enough.  

The  fantasy  that  they  had  created  for  themselves  was  just  that    -    a  fantasy    ,  and  they  were  reminded  of  that  as  a  calloused  finger  catches  on  a  particularly  sensitive  patch  of  skin.  A  sharp  inhale  is  given  in  response  to  the  unwelcome  sensation    ,  eyes  which  had  been  previously  closed  suddenly  opening. 

Hands  fall  to  their  side    ,  and  their  head  is  set  upon  a  tiled  wall    ,  unmoving  as  the  shower  head  spits  water  devoid  of  heat    ,  at  someone  devoid  of  love.

[populaice]

                    ❛   sorry  for  the  intrusion,  sir.  i’ll  be  out  of  your  hair  in  a  second,  i  promise. ❜   the  woman  was  sheepish,  hands  grasping  each  other  close  to  her  sternum.  his  seemed  to  emit  an  incredibly  CHAOTIC  vibe,  &  she  didn’t  want  to  upset  him.  ❛   i  just  want  to  say...  well,  more  like  tell...  you  have  a  very  strong  aura. ❜  

  &.        @lostindrink     /     sc !

[toalternate]

           “PAULTIN--!”           Dainty      body    carries    weight     towards    the    bard,    smile    spreading    like    warm    sun    in    an    otherwise     dark     room.    Can’t    hurt    sunshine!           “What’re     you     doin’    in    here    all    alone?”

          @lostindrink     call.

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"A bard, are you?”

It was a late night in that tavern, though something hung in the air that caused its patrons to sink low into their seats, and the overall atmosphere to feel somewhat oppressive. Sefris jingled a few coins in her hand as she glanced to the bard’s instruments.

“Wouldn’t happen to take a request for a bit of coin?” Gray eyes traveled down to the mugs near him. “Or would you rather me pay you in drinks?”

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[plainborn-a]

@lostindrink // x.

❛ i have come to accept the fact that you will do something to stress me out at least once a day. ❜

[daedaluscried]

@lostindrink

“ ... Hey, are you going to buy something or just hang around all day? “ Suri leaned across the bakery’s counter. Not that it really mattered. They hadn’t had customers all day.

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“You don’t get it.” Golden light seeped into his wounds, magic trying to seal his wounds shut. Is she shaking? Just a bit. “You are worth it, and you know why? Because you have people who care about you. You have people who would risk themselves for you out of genuine care. Not out of moral obligation or because it would benefit them to have you alive. But because they care about you. You may be surprised to hear that I don’t have a death wish, that I want to do good in this world and I’m trying my damn best. I’m not intentionally looking for death.” Sefris looks him over a bit more to check for any more wounds. “But there will be other clerics who will do the exact same job as I do in the exact same way and the world won’t change. It would change without you, because no one else could be Paultin Se.ppa.”

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lostindrink replied to your post

well we sure are a wish you wished you never made

haha! funny!

[sulliedtm-blog]

         FALLEN    AASIMAR    looks    to    the    side,    pressing    lips    to   the    tip    of    glass.     A    little    less    strong    than    the    usual     mead,    which    the     opposing     seemed    to    KNOCK    BACK    like    it    was     NOTHING.           “...Gods,     you’re    really    going    to   town    on    that    tankard,   aren’t    you?”

                  @lostindrink      //      starter     call.

[codedsarcasm-archived]

     paultin was on the ground, presumably spitting out a mouthful of blood. the only thing he’d have seen was a pair of boots step in front of him -- someone placing themselves between him and his nearly victorious opponent. the figure’s hands held tight to a pair of daggers. it could have been diath. it wasn’t.

     ❝  HEY --- i don’t fucking think so.  ❞   nessa didn’t spare her friend a glance; she’d assess his condition once she’d killed this asshole.

@lostindrink.

[forgerytm]

          “LOOK    AT    ALL    OF    WHICH    SURROUNDS     ME.    I’m    supposed    to    call    this     HOME?”         Waterdeep     SUCKS.    The    young     wizard    could    talk    about    that    endlessly.    She’d    HOPED    the    bard    would    understand.

                 @lostindrink      //     THE    EXIT    --    RAZIA’S    SHADOW