#wrlckd ▎sylvn.

[griefology]

@wrlckd :

"Excuse me?" His brows tip down, mouth falling slightly ajar. "You're telling me to leave? That I'm not welcome? I'm the one who paid for the room." He knows very well that she could afford to pay for the room herself, yet he had done so anyways, wanting to do something kind for her after they had snipped and snapped at each other the whole day on the road. "What if I told you that you're not welcome here? And then what?"

❝ mm, yes. i do believe that's what i said. ❞ nym lounges as comfortably as she can on the rickety little seat in the room, the table before her full of mead and breads and cheeses. it wasn't much, but it was certainly nicer than any camping accommodation. she should be kinder, she knows ——— but he's been on her case all day, and she was drawing it out out of spite. nym can't even remember what it was he'd angered her with, but she's fighting for it nonetheless.

❝ and would you ? tell me that ? will you tell me i'm not welcome ? ❞

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your eyes, stira. there is pain, endless and deep. but also devotion - blazing like the sun. you're in love, are you not? / @wrlckd

[lastborne]

"He saved me, again, and again, and again."

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*holds your hand and swings it a little bit when we walk*

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raheta can be found at @gildedthrns lorn can be found at @dreadspvwn ivy can be found at @herspawn maheen can be found at @lastborne dakara can be found at @gloomedhands astarion can be found at @thepalelfe sylvn can be found at @wrlckd sanderrac can be found at @fragilesilk

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[refabled]

@wrlckd : shippy starters ( x ).

❝ it's just this way, ❞ fable promises. branches crack underfoot as they follow a narrow path through a cluster of spindly-armed trees. leaving the bolster of the camp behind, fable tells herself that sylvn's hand in hers is just to keep from getting lost. but she knows exactly where she's going, and her hand is small and warm in his, so she's a little lying liar. cheeks burning, she flashes him a small smile before pushing a final, flowering branch. ❝ we're here. ❞

she realizes, belatedly, he may not appreciate the view. the placid lake below ripples with sunlight, the sky clear save for a few cotton-candy clouds. ❝ gorgeous, isn't it? I was thinking we could go for a swim... if you wanted. ❞

[ode-of-odr-archive]

// @wrlckd Raserei is his problem now

Well, it had been a time since he had been inside of a grove. And the last one had an ancient dragon as an archdruid. Though he doubted this place had a dragon lying about. If they did, the tieflings and the druids wouldn't be so scared of some goblins.

Though this Halsin was spoken of in high regard. That was promising in a situation that was doomed from the start. Still, as he looked around he didn't feel the power of nature, like he did in the other grove. He just felt fear. Tension so tight it threatened to snap. It called to him, beckoned him to make these fears bloom.

They just returned from attempting to kill Wyll's target, but that turned into something else entirely. And how the group had even more tieflings.

He looked over at Sylvn and the other companions. What a merry band of doom and gloom they were. He wanted to ask what was next, no he wanted to lay out a plan. But all he could do was feel this weight on his chest. What the hells were they supposed to do now. They had no real weapons or gear save for what they scavenged, and no money to help them if they had to rush to Baldur's Gate because Halsin couldn't save them.

"Well, if we plan on fighting a horde of goblins we are going to need to better prepare ourselves. There was that old temple near the crash. We might get lucky."

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@wrlckd

Warlock: What was it you were hoping I’d bring to the table - quiet obedience? No. I bring the storm, I bring chaos and your imminent destruction. You made a mistake.

Cleric: Warlock can we just have a normal dinner for once.

[dreadgloom]

[ GUIDE ] : in order to guide the receiver, sender presses a hand against the small of their back.

sexual tension prompts . . . accepting . . . @wrlckd

The muscles in their back tensed at the sudden touch. Pointed ears pricked up in alarm, ever alert for signs of danger . . . even as she found herself relaxing into the heat of the palm against the small of her back. Looking up at the half elf that towered over them, a small smirk tugged at her lips. ❝ You just cannot keep your hands off me today, ❞ the drow said, voice low so only Sylvn could hear what was said. ❝ Should I expect similar treatment when we get back to camp tonight as well? ❞

[gloomedhands]

@wrlckd [ tangle ] sender carefully knots their fingers with receiver's

Numbness began to settle in the depths of his dimming thoughts. Staring blankly out into the dark spaces of this horrid place. Only to feel several lifeless eyes stare back from the darkness. The brief glimpses of figures looming about outside the safety of the cleric’s magic. So grim and unforgiving it made the Underdark feel... safe. The one place that brought him so much torment and pain, his own personal hell, suddenly turned into that of a safe haven in his mind. How much more fucked could this place be to have him longing for it again? Hell-ish as the depths he once called home could be, it still teamed with life, light given off from the exotic fungi and plants that flourished in the darkness. People lived on and the wildlife still flourished. These lands… nothing could survive. 

The trees were rotted, the homes were collapsing in on themselves, and the scattered remains of those who perished left to decay where they fell decorated the ground. Death was not a new acquaintance in the hired blade’s life. No, he dare say they were more intimate. This was far less forgiving and it left him at ill ease. Yet not a soul would hear of it. Not of his woes with this place and the way it was slowly gnawing at him.

But some in this camp need not hear a peep of it to understand. As was evident when a warm hand carefully slides across his palm. Fingers intertwined together with a gentle squeeze. Dakara was drawn back to reality as he turned to meet Sylvn’s gaze. Concern mixed in those awfully pretty eyes of his. The ranger squeezes his hand as his free one moved to clasp over top of them. It was more than enough to ground him in that moment. “Nothing to worry about.” Confronting unspoken worry. Body leaned in as foreheads rested against each other, small smirk crawling across his lips ( though failed to meet pale hues ) . “My thoughts took me. Let us not stand idly for too long. Lest we wish to hear gossip of our laziness in camp.”

[sunoath]

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too early? this concept was not known to aurelien. out of everyone at camp, he was always the first to rise even before the sun made it’s voyage across the vast sky. by the time he wakes the other, he had done all his stretches and was ready to move. “ too early? ” he repeats curiously. “ you will miss it if you dally any further. you must wake with haste. ” he speaks with a level voice and perpetually furrowed brow. aurelien moves to stand, more than content leaving the other to continue on in lonesome. he begins to walk on his own away from the camp. arms are folded behind his back and his stroll is collected. regal , with his chin raised and back straight.

eyes follow the other when he is joined by sylvn but his head remains facing forward. “ you cannot rush the celestial forces, ” scolds aurelien before they reach the top. this is where he stops walking and instead, sits on the grass on his knees. the hillside opened up to a lush meadow with flowers scattered throughout like colorful constellations. their petals were still closed from the night, shying themselves away from the moon’s gentle grace. along the flower meadow, large and ancient trees protect the small sanctuary with thick bark bodies and long branches housing rich green leaves.

“ sit. ” it isn’t a command though he certainly says it with natural authority. aurelien closes his eyes and bows his head, bringing one hand to clutch over his chest. the prayer is quiet and solemn as the sun overtakes the sky. the first few rays begin to shine their way through the darkness, bright beams finding their way onto aurelien. his hair glows an even brighter gold in the sun’s radiance, as if absorbing the very essence of it’s light. his hair is not the only thing that captures the brilliance —— the gold trimmings on his elven silk robes and gold jewelry worn dazzle in the attention spectacularly.

despite the unfamiliarity of his surroundings, of his situation —— this was an anchor for him. this would always stay the same. this is what he was designed for. he doesn’t say anything to the half-elf during this time, doesn’t even acknowledge his presence. no one existed to him right now other than himself and his god.

[spectrals]

@wrlckd — for sylvn.

He’d escaped.

He’d escaped.

He hadn’t expected for his summoning ritual to actually work. The way he’d struggled amidst own memory, wading through newfound suffering which sought to spit a thick fog over everything but, frustration contorting his features and thinning his patience. A prickle of hope, when he recalled one memory, one event, where he were to witness Prince Xeleth and Princess Xedalli showcasing their own summonings.

Mimic. Mimic. Mimic.

Sparks of gilded fire sprouted from his gestures.

It took an entire night for him to perfect the ritual, the morning peeking beyond the horizon and gloating at the bags hung heavy beneath his eyes. He didn’t know quite what to expect, but when a dragon seemingly materialised—it destroyed much of his humble, dour room. Thrashing and bellowing, as she was wont to do in such a predicament. Her long, snake-like body poured from the flank of the brothel and spilled out into the streets, many narrowly avoiding their demise, others … not so lucky. The crunch of bone, the splatter of blood, all smothered out by the tremendous thud of a thick tail slapping into cobblestone. The draconic being—a solar dragon—snapped her head towards him, her eyes like molten gold, like staring into the sun in the height of summer, as though trying to pierce his skull with her own thoughts.

Their connection was instantaneous. Xahillid knew what to do.

Their escape was messy. Brick and rubble left strewn, a building half collapsed, more than a dozen injured or outright crushed, guards firing arrow after arrow at the dragon as she soared above the fortified walls of Baldur’s Gate.

And they were gone.

A long, slithering mass wound the sky; her own vast playground. Streaked with gold that nigh blinded, haloed by the sun, an underbelly of silver and sides flanked with iridescent purpure—she was a sight to behold, that was for sure.

They’d been soaring through the skies for what felt simultaneously like days and mere seconds. Xahillid’s hand smoothed down her neck, and immediately, she knew. She began to descend.

Finding a large expanse of open land proved to take a dozen minutes, scouring where she ought not risk be splintered or awkward in her landing. Finally, somewhere suitable surfaced, and she dipped downcast, slinking until she alighted—a hearty huff of dirt and rock thrust outward from the heart of her underbelly as wings reminiscent of the night sky fluttered to a cease.

Xahillid gingerly, shakily disembarked.

[seluniite-archived]

i work in accounting so believe the math when i say loving spouse cancels out the atrocities. @wrlckd

[lastborne]

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

@wrlckd sent Nonverbal RP Starters | Accepting

"Hey hey, no. Syl. Sylvn."

The fact she used his full name was attention grabbing enough despite how her hands reached up to cup his face, making sure to be able to lock eyes with him and knowing that they were both stressed with the meeting that was to be starting soon.

She had heard the whispers about wanting to replace her guard, that he was too dangerous despite that the only marks on her body was from the muzzle that had sliced into her face to prevent her from casting spells, the healing resistant cut still raw and looked like it was about to start bleeding again which made her think there was some kind of poison or curse on the metal.

"You're not going to be sent away. I won't let them."

Her tail lashed, showing her anger even when her words were soft. After all, she wasn't angry at him. How could they think it was a good idea when he got her out, got her to safety.

"I'm so so sorry for taking that choice from you, but you didn't hurt me." Her pinky tapped against his neck but steering clear of the collar, not wanting risk making things worse.

"And if I have to stomp my foot at act like the spoiled noble, then I will. You're worth fighting for."

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