#yeeeeeeah lets gooooooo

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Not long after your silent plea, you feel heat prickle over your skin - up your spine and then stroking affectionately over your cheek. You catch a faint whiff of cherries, brandy, and smoke in the air. A familiar, deep and melodious voice speaks low in your ear - half echo, whispered only for your ears.

'Sweet little Doe,' he purrs, 'You know you always have my ear.'

You feel a power surging through you - something dark and hot. It burns bright within you like the flames of the hells. But it's yours. In your control. Magic tingles at your finger tips. It will answer your call. 'While I send word to your merry band of fools,' he murmurs, 'I'll enjoy knowing you called for my aid in your time of need... and knowing you've put this worm beneath your boot?'

The voice trails off with a dark, sensual chuckle. The hot caress strokes your cheek once more before the sensation vanishes like mist. The power, however, remains.

Raphael

The heat that moves through her burns hot but pleasant; she shivers at the familiar voice in her ear. I knew you would listen, she thought. You love me in your own way. She feels fondness, amplified by her situation; she doesn't shrink from this touch, nor does she feel fear anymore. Doe inhales, feeling invigorated, strong, and vicious.

'Thank you,' she breathes, not taking her eyes off Gortash. But her words aren't for him. The devil knows. Gortash reaches for her throat with his unbroken hand and she isn't quite able to duck away in time; her hands grab at his wrist and press against his chest, but his weight is too much for her.

The word comes to her tongue instinctually, the power guiding her.

'Dolor,' she hisses, feeling crackling, red hot energy forming in her palm.