#orin was just having fun. god forbid women do anything

[accultant]

"When did you get this?" [from Vayu :3c @halfdeadsacrifice]

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Vayu's hands were always warm. Calloused and strong, but never anything less than gentle when holding Iago's own - it was nice. Nice enough that when they laid beside him, facing him with their hands between them, they could almost fall right asleep. Almost. They're still awake when he speaks and open an eye to see what he's referring to.

His fingers trace over their own, stopping over the pale, jagged rings around the knuckles of their pointer and middle fingers.

Their hand twitches and they frown as if scolding it.

"Oh, you know how familial spats can get," they respond, morbidly lighthearted. Before they hastily add - "Not Puck."

They flex those fingers a few times before continuing flatly, "The other Bhaalspawn, Orin got bored one day and ran off with them. She isn't exactly known for her sportsmanship, though, so she refused to give me a single hint where she hid them. Not even a riddle. Where's the fun in that?"

Puck was able to find where she hid the digits around the temple before they had gone completely cold and dead, thankfully. The process of reattaching them isn't anything Iago ever wants to go through or think about again, but the only lasting damage is the ache when it rains ( most of Iago aches when it rains, though, so that isn't saying much ). They close their eyes again and tap those fingers against Vayu's palm, "You would think a riddle would be common courtesy."