#windwithinmyveins: ceres

[bloodyarn]

@windwithinmyveins sent

꒰ Ceres tapped her finger on her bottom lip, a sign that the Changeling was once again not really listening to the others and was lost in her own little world, thinking aloud while standing next to Babette. "Is a wizard's spellbook like a cheat sheet for magic exams, or more like a chaotic recipe book where the ingredients sometimes explode?" ꒱

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      𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝘁𝗿𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝘃𝐞𝗿𝘆 𝐡𝐚𝗿𝐝 𝘁𝐨 𝘁𝐚𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝘄𝐢𝘁𝐡 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐞'𝘀 𝐞𝘅𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝘁𝐢𝐨𝐧𝘀 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝘄 𝘁𝐡𝐞 𝘄𝐞𝐚𝘃𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝘀 𝐧𝐨𝘁𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝘁𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝘄𝐢𝘁𝐡 𝘄𝐞𝐚𝘃𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝗿𝐚𝐥.    Unfortunately, he lost her since the part he spoke about Mystra. Forked ears twitched in the slightest, tilting her head towards the changeling but keeping her eyes trained on the wizard out of politeness.

     ❝ Definitely a recipe book. In Gale's case, anyway. ❞     Conspiratorially whispering to Ceres, the seamstress hoped their tutor wasn't catching onto the mundane chatter between the two. While a cheat sheet would make for a better comparison, the simple thought of Gale looking up spells like it were ingredients to a stew tickled a chuckle out of the hexblood.

     ❝ Does that make Mystra the leading chef   ? ❞

[powerfought]

@windwithinmyveins asked: After a grueling day, exhaustion gripped the entire party. Ceres plucked a few solitary notes on her lute, not enough to weave a complete melody, all the while keeping a close watch on the Wizard who faithfully prepared their nightly meal. The atmosphere in the camp was somber and draining. If this was to be their final night, before saving the Archdruid and being freed by the tadpoles, should it really conclude on such a melancholic note before they all part ways? With newfound resolve, she straightened herself and began to play her lute, filling the camp with a merry melody, inviting everyone to join in. Her gaze continually returned to Gale, and eventually, she began to dance around him, trying to motivate him to join as she sang along to the spirited tune.

gale’s gaze had long since fixated on the dancing flame before him. fire. it provided warmth, it cooked their meal, and yet despite all of its crude utility, it was also beautiful. so strange. he’d never noticed it before. perhaps it was the dark fate seemingly dangling over their heads, what parts of his mind remained untouched by the illithid tadpole intent on drinking in the joys of the world before turning thrall. 

he was so fixated on his thoughts, it took him several moments before his ears picked up on the lovely tune strummed by ceres’ practiced digits. looking up, he caught her in the midst of a twirl, and he found it impossible not to smile. in an effort to prevent their dinner from burning, he gave a wave of a hand, extinguished the flame, and stood so he might clap along to the beat and encourage her on. he wouldn’t embarrass himself with dancing, but he could at least do this. little did she know, this was exactly what he needed to raise his spirits from the depths of despair they seemed to linger in of late.

once her performance came to a close, the wizard stepped towards her, hands casually clasped behind his back. “that was lovely,” gale said, his eyes briefly scanning the small ragtag collection of fellow infected who were now serving themselves from the stew he’d made. “i’ve not seen this bunch in better spirits. they might not say it, so i will: thank you.” with that, he gestured to the stew pot. “shall we?"

[feuerwizard]

for @windwithinmyveins || cont.

Caleb watched Ceres carefully, his expression unreadable as she spoke. He knew there was more to her than met the eye, more depths hidden beneath a charismatic facade. It had been over a decade since Caleb had last attended any sort of party, and the influx of strangers into their campsite made him feel a bit uneasy. He could sense the buzzing chatter and laughter of the crowd, the clinking of glasses and the wafting aroma of alcohol. Despite his discomfort, he couldn't resist indulging in a few glasses of shitty wine to ease the tension in the air. As the crackling of the fire filled the brief silence between them, Caleb's tone shifted, carrying a note of conviction. “Nein, it’s okay. I want the tadpoles gone as much as you do.”

The human man despised the tadpole, a small but persistent creature that kept him tethered to the group whether he wanted it or not. The thought of his mind being an open book to his fellow members filled him with discomfort and set him on edge. The others were always quick to point out his sour mood, as if they relished in poking at his defenses. Perhaps they were all burdened by the weight of their circumstances, haunted by secrets and uncertainties that threatened to consume them whole. He took a swig from his wine, the liquid burning down his throat.

His mind shifted back to the book, the reason he had initiated this conversation in the first place. He couldn't shake off the dangerous aura that surrounded it, but Caleb was unable to suppress the overwhelming envy he felt towards Ceres’ possession of such potentially powerful arcane knowledge. But Ceres was kind, kinder than the most of the assholes at this camp. For now, Caleb pushed his curiosity aside to show some semblance of decency in return. “You’re doing a good job, being the face of this. I don’t think we would have made it this far without you.”

[emeraldruid]

@windwithinmyveins sent: ❛  19 .   a  kiss  during  a  fake  relationship.

Problem with a false relationship? The keeping up of appearances could be quite an awkward affair, and yet, you had to make every action hold up to the possible scrutiny of others. An odd line to walk to be sure. Fortunately, he was fairly adept at keeping his balance even with such a thin line.

Somehow this rouse of theirs was exciting, likely the reason he was able to engage with so little struggle. Why would he be resilient to a good time? All he had to do was keep in mind her personal boundaries when it came to his more unnecessary actions, the subtle touches, and the general invasion of her personal space. For him all in good fun . . . mainly, it would be all too easy to let this veer into something more than the pretend they engaged in. So Garreth reminded himself frequently to be mindful of his tactfulness.

A tactfulness he all but lost the moment she initiated a kiss. It was a mere public display of affection, no big deal, it would solidify their relationship to all watching if done right. He just about forgot that it was an act.

A hand pressed flat on her back, dangerously low, to draw her in nice and close. His other hand didn't allow itself to be left with nothing, slipping behind her head so she couldn't easily pull back. Fingers dipped into the hair at the back of her neck. Too thirsty for the affection to break the kiss himself when he knew he should.

[stella-sanguis]

@windwithinmyveins sent: “Okay, no, I’m not laughing. Not laughing. Are you okay? That must’ve hurt.” - (Muse of your choice)

" OF course it hurt!! That goblin threw a fucking rock at my head! " He winces, clutching his now pounding head. Oh gods, it feels like he has a black eye. Is his mouth bleeding?

" THANK you so very much for not warning me!! If I end up losing a fang, I'm digging the remaining one right into your neck! "

[oftempestborn]

{@windwithinmyveins liked for a starter}

"Are you all right?" Alluin hadn't even had time to cast disguise self before charging into the fray; without immediate action, the situation might well have proved deadly for more than just their hidden enemies. He could only hope that his hooded cloak, gloves, and long hair were enough to conceal his appearance.

[partygcthered]

@windwithinmyveins wanted a soft n eepy boi

Gale sat bolt upright in the middle of the night, staring off blankly into space, his hair mussed and a bit of dried drool on his chin. "I don't...I don't want the croissant with legs..." he whispered, terrified. "It's going to eat me..." Evidently his dreams for the night contained animated foodstuffs...

[alittlebitofmuse]

Ceres tapped her finger on her bottom lip, a sign that the Changeling was once again not really listening to the others and was lost in her own little world, thinking aloud while standing next to Halsin and Astarion. "Can a mimic mimic the mimicry of another mimic?"

Halsin blinked. They were debating the option of splitting the party to cover more ground in the Underdark. Her question was so unrelated and oddly phrased that the Archdruid really thought she just said the word "mimic" five times in a row and called it a sentence. He glanced at the other elf for anything to aid his understanding and saw Astarion regarding the changeling with a narrow gaze -- but something like amusement danced behind those crimson eyes.

" --Ceres, darling, the adults are talking, " he said smoothly, " Do at least try to pay attention. "

[dunerover]

@windwithinmyveins sent: 🕯️ Go nuts, whichever muse you think gives him the most thoughts

♫ Here comes a thought—

'Always sounded corny to me, but I guess some people kinda are like plants—meanest ones I ever found looked all soft and pretty.'

'But I've seen enough to know better. You're like me, aren't ya? You like the knife's edge.'

[deaddoveadventures]

As Ceres chest filled with Plushies and Blankets explode, it was Curume who caught them before they even touched the ground. And the moment of sheer aww and her heart beating up her chest, she noticed he also caught, and somehow, activated the little ring that was attached to her teddy, causing him to wear her clowns makeup, and also causing the changeling to give her best to not burst into laughing. "...t-thank you...this...was impressive...I...I... could you please...help me place them back?"

Curumë was completely oblivious to the colourful marks that turned his face into a ridiculous clown mask, even though he noticed that Ceres seemed to try her very best to hold back … something. Laughter? The Half-Elf quirked an eyebrow, but simply gave her a smile and a wink as she called his earlier feat impressive. „Well, all those years of climbing roof tops and pit-pocketing must pay off somehow.“ He replied, half-jokingly, before he added: „Where do they go? Simply back into your chest?“ Walking over to the box, he peeked inside. „To be honest, I didn‘t expect you to be a plushie kind of person.“ They were, in fact, really cute, though, even if he refused to admit that to himself.

@windwithinmyveins

[aroughtempest]

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜ - Durge!Ceres

@windwithinmyveins ¦ rivals (to lovers?) prompts [accepting]

Gale scoffed but held his tongue. Clearly, Ceres had little experience in the art of conversing with a wizard; they never fall silent. There is a great power in their words. Even when locked away in his tower, Gale loathed the silence and filled it with conversations with his Tressym or often discussions with himself.

Yet, he wanted that tome. A skin-bound book that seemed to ooze knowledge of a new branch of the arcane? Of course it piqued his interest. He thought he was being rather clever, talking about the work of necromancy as if he were an expert, hoping he would be given the tome. It turned out that the very act of just talking was enough to be offered the book.

"About the book? Certainly. However, I can't promise the book itself will remain silent. These sorts of texts are notorious for late-night and unwanted conversations. All the more reason why I should keep it safe with me."

[bloodyarn]

🎲 Changeling! ♥

⚝ 𝕂𝕀𝕊𝕊 ℝ𝕆𝕌𝕃𝔼𝕋𝕋𝔼 ⚝

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      𝐍𝐞𝘃𝐞𝗿 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝗿 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝘄𝐨𝘂𝐥𝐝 𝘀𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝘃𝐞 𝐞𝘅𝐩𝐞𝐜𝘁𝐞𝐝 𝘁𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝗿𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝘆.      Not a hero for countries or planes, but for that cozy little Grove they first entered some weeks ago. It filled the hexblood with a new sensation of pride, one she never experienced when stitching someone's shirt back up again. Not when someone told her she did well. This was greater. An excited clapping of hands, quick  &  accompanied by a bright giggle, as she dwells in the praise of Zevlor  &  some of his allies.

Babette was overjoyed about doing the right thing, saving so many lives. When the word 'celebration' fell, and they all decided on taking part in it, the little lady's nerves were all over the place.

Ceres was the poor victim of the seamstress' excitement. She simply stood closer than anyone else. And before the changeling could eventually speak her own excitement or whatnot, she could feel arms already around her, a happy kiss landing on Ceres' lips faster than both of them anticipated.

     ❝ A party   !   Did you hear that   ?   We will have a party at our camp, how exciting   ! ❞     Obviously, the woman did not quite catch up on her own actions. It took . . . about 10 seconds before gears begin to turn and shift.

      ❝ . . . You - . . . Uhm, let's go, okay   ?   No need to strike roots, right   ? ❞     How embarrassing.

[rubistella]

@windwithinmyveins || continued from x

“If you think that’s going to divert my attention from the issue here, you clearly have plenty to learn still.” Condescending.

One couldn’t simply just play a rogue’s very own cards against him and expect the triumphant effect of a royal flush. Rooting his feet to the ground, Astarion’s arms folded over his chest and he bounced his weight from one leg to the other.

“Well?” Crimson eyes swung from the visibly confused elven gent to the little drow lady. "This is the time you shed some light on what in the hells just happened there, my dear. There will be no visits to the tailor until I hear this."

It took two to tango and Astarion could prove himself to be just as stubborn as Ceres was. If not more.

[feuerwizard]

@windwithinmyveins asked: "19: sender sits in receivers lap" // 100 nonverbal prompts;; open

The sun had set over Baldur's Gate, casting a warm orange glow across the city. Caleb, exhausted from a day full of tasks and adventure, longed for nothing more than to retire to a cozy seat with a good book. The familiar weight of his spellbook hung on his hip as he made his way through the bustling streets toward their camp. Despite his weariness, the wizard luckily had enough energy left to conjure his tower for his companions this evening.

Once the tower was cast and the rest of his companions retired to their respective rooms (or elsewhere,) the human made himself comfortable upon the plush couch in the salon. With a flick of his wrist, he opened the book he had selected and began flipping through its delicate pages. Frumpkin, curled up by his side, occasionally nudging his hand for attention. As he lost himself in the words on the page, he suddenly felt a gentle weight in his lap, and looked up to find Ceres smiling at him.

A deep blush crept up his cheeks, causing them to glow a bright shade of crimson. He hastily set the book aside, his hands trembling slightly as he tried to regain his composure. With a small cough, he broke the awkward silence that had settled between them. “Hallo… have you come to read with me?”

[so-letspretend]

I wanna run in wide spaces Fly like the wind in high places Rush like water on my face With your hand in my hand I wanna dance into the morning Kiss you like you've never been kissed before me I would go anywhere you wanna go With your hand in my hand

Ceres @windwithinmyveins & my big boy Alexois @so-letspretend

[partygcthered]

❝ you've actually made me feel like a person again, like i'm ... normal. ... thank you. ❞ Fey'ri or Tav!Ceres?

@windwithinmyveins

Gale smiled softly and inclined his head. "I'm afraid it doesn't get you very far in life, dehumanizing others. It's always been my practice to see the value in others, and I wouldn't do my mother any great honor if I didn't practice the values she worked so hard to instill in me."