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i survived but how

#save game; ooc. #//insane today. just a lil bit #//but i made it to the other side #//im probably not gonna write or if i do it'll be minimal

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Every day I wake up and I think about Royal Prince Serendipity Angemont, a tiefling with two tieflings parents and a healthy infernal bloodline

#save game; ooc. #//shoutout to when someone (not here) was like ‘tieflings don’t have royalty’ #//THEY DO NOW #//I love the Angemont line #//they are fucked up meow meows

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Kisses?

#self rb #//I’m in bed…holding out my hands for kith…

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Impressively adequate, he'd take. Serendipity offers his own bow, unable to resist at the playful sweep of Astarion's arm. Easier to play while the atmosphere was still light; when would they get something like this again, after all? It's what has the bard laughing at the vampire's playful peacocking, but he offers a neutral shrug.

" Oh, the bard life still does, " Serendipity says, perhaps a touch quickly. " It's nice to knock someone over with laughter -- even better to insult them to death. " Oh, that was a particular favorite, sending someone to Avernus with a jibe at their mother. " I like being able to keep people stable enough to fight...when they're not, though, that makes things a bit more complicated. Thought practicing my aim might help simplify things a bit. And anyways, a good leader is well-rounded. "

More old words, from old days back in a pristine classroom. The memory sticks, and Serendipity is side-tracked by the phantom scent of still-wet ink, before he comes back to the present moment with a wave of his hand.

" While I've a few tricks up my sleeve -- " there's a flicker of flames that follow his fingertips -- " it is, admittedly, a heavy blow to my pride when I'm downed in two hits. And I do so enjoy keeping that in tact when I can. "

❝  oh,  i  can  offer  plenty  of  criticism  if  that's  what  you'd  prefer. ❞  the  spawn  is  quick  to  fire  back  —  though  there's  a  jaunty  undertone  to  the  words  that  makes  it  clear  they're  spoken  in  jest.  ❝  your  form  is  impressively ...  adequate  —  it's  your  focus  that  actually  needs  work.  although  i  suppose  i  can't  blame  you  for  getting  distracted  with  this  face  around. ❞  a  hand  gestures  delicately  to  his  own  visage,  the  declaration  punctuated  by  a  delighted  little  laugh  at  his  own  joke.

❝  in  any  case,  i  think  i'll  leave  gallivanting  around  the  stage  to  the  experts.  ❞   he  offers  his  companion  a  dramatic  bow  —  a  sweeping  wave  of  the  arm,  as  if  he  is  a  performer  beckoning  serendipity  to  take  his  place.  ❝  entertaining  as  it  is  to  play  pretend,  i  prefer  it  when  my  fights  spill  actual  blood.  it  feels  like  a  tease,  otherwise. ❞   like  dangling  a  scrap  of  meat  before  a  hungry  dog  and  failing  to  deliver.  and  teaching  children  how  to  shoot?  ugh,  that  just  sounds  like  a  disaster  waiting  to  happen.  they  would  be  lucky  if  everyone  left  such  a  hypothetical  lesson  with  all  of  their  eyes  and  fingers  intact.  the  elf  shakes  his  head,  as  if  trying  to  banish  the  thought.  no,  no.  he  thinks  he'll  stick  to  stabbing.

although,  astarion  supposes  he  is  still  quite  curious  about  what  kind  of  scene  he's  stumbled  upon  to  begin  with.  ❝  so.  why  exactly  were  you ... ❞  words  trail  off.  the  spawn  pretends  to  take  aim  with  the  crossbow  once  again  —  wavering  a  little  bit,  as  if  to  purposefully  poke  fun  at  the  missed  shot.  turning  to  his  companion,  astarion  cants  his  head  and  arches  a  brow.  (  almost  as  if  to  wordlessly  inquire  about  the  accuracy  of  his  impression.  it's  not  very  accurate.  )  ❝  looking  for  a  change  of  pace?  i  thought  the  bard  life  suited  you  well  —  but  i  suppose  i  can  understand  the  appeal  of  standing  back  twitching  your  fingers  while  everyone  else  does�� the  heavy  lifting.  literally. ❞  it's  very  smart.  a  bit  too  boring  for  his  tastes,  but  smart!

#charlatanry #turn based; replied. #v; bg3. #charlatanry: 001. #//kneejerk response to bow to someone else when they bow to u is real i think #//case in point: that one scene of sokka and aang in atla

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steeples fingers. villain / corrupted verse of some sort

#save game; ooc. #//yes this is bc don't make me by MALINDA is playing #//chaotic good ren....what would make you villainous huh #//'never was built to be this way but turns out the villain is fun to play' #//SLAYS

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kink: my special brand of Creativity 😈

" Creativity? Is that what we're calling it? " ...a slow grin. " Well. Never a dull moment while you're around, I suppose. That is certainly a plus. "

#mindhallow #letters; answered. #suggestive cw #//its the way that. this could be taken so many ways JDKLGJ #//tho he does mean it in the 'you are a fool but you are My fool' type of way

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he's doing his best not to be too obvious as he eavesdrops tbh

#dash commentary #umbralined #bonegrieve #//ren vc im not even fully listening there's just a Lot going on

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PRIDE & PREJUDICE PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the 2005 film

you must know... surely, you must know it was all for you.

are you out of your senses?

we've been nonsensical!

i have struggled in vain and i can bear it no longer.

are you rejecting me?

did i just agree to dance?

makes it all so much more enjoyable, don't you think?

you really do love him, don't you?

i appreciate the struggle you have been through, and i am very sorry to have caused you pain.

you're wasting your time with me.

count your blessings.

don't look at me like that!

only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony.

i'm very fond of walking.

no, i prefer to be unsociable and taciturn.

may i have the next dance?

these past few months have been a torment.

i wonder who first discovered the power of poetry in driving away love?

my brother gave it to me.

i have never been thus treated in my entire life.

do you talk, as a rule, while dancing?

so this is your opinion of me.

i had to see you.

it's been many years since i had such an exemplary vegetable.

oh, believe me, no one would suspect your manners to be rehearsed.

i've been so blind.

i've come to tell you the news.

oh, very well then.

i must ask you to leave immediately.

you have insulted me in every possible way.

not all of us can afford to be romantic.

i could not have parted with you to anyone less worthy.

i will never see you again if you do.

he looks miserable, poor soul.

yes. a thousand times yes.

i will not and certainly never shall.

i thought that poetry was the food of love.

you are too generous to trifle with me.

all of these things i am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.

there's a lot to be thankful for.

don't you dare judge me.

i don't understand.

thank you for explaining so fully.

now tell me once and for all: are you engaged to him?

if your feelings are still what they were last april, tell me so at once.

have you no objection other than your belief in my indifference?

believe me, it was unconsciously done.

what a shame, for i dearly love to laugh.

and those are the words of a gentleman.

my affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever.

you have bewitched me, body and soul, and i love... i love... i love you.

i love you.

i cannot tease you about that.

forgive me for taking up so much of your time.

how are you this evening, dear?

is this your reply?

they are far too easy to judge.

i do not have the talent of conversing easily with people i have never met before.

i thought you hated the man.

will that make you happy?

we're doing our best to find a fault in you.

i never wish to be parted from you from this day on.

i wish you would not call me "my dear."

perhaps you should take your aunt's advice and practice?

what endearments am i allowed?

please, do be seated.

one of these days, someone will catch your eye and then you'll have to watch your tongue.

people do not die of colds.

i was wrong. i was entirely wrong.

are you too proud? and would you consider pride a fault or a virtue?

this is a charming house.

i am well acquainted with you.

please do me the honor of accepting my hand.

what do you recommend to encourage affection?

what should i call you when i am cross?

are you... are you laughing at me?

i can admire you much better from here.

shall i call for some tea?

i cannot believe that anyone can deserve you.

i love you. most ardently.

good day. it's been a pleasure.

i have no idea.

did you walk here?

let us take a turn about the room.

it is a small kind of accomplishment, i suppose.

will you not join us?

i've never seen so many pretty girls in my life.

she is the most beautiful creature i have ever beheld.

why do you ask such a question?

what have you discovered?

we are all fools in love.

i have other reasons. you know i have.

i do not deny it.

#letters; memes.

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happy sunday uh um uh. cock and balls?

#save game; ooc. #suggestive cw #//idk if i'm feeling too spicy today #//but i am thumbs up at the dash #//might! try and write some

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Kisses?

#save game; ooc. #//kisses……..? #//I’m almost done with my shift 🥺

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Send more silly things I demand it

#save game; ooc. #//it is very quiet and I have not slept yet #//this is lighthearted but also. hello. come talk to me and engage w me

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Gale va: thigh jobs :)

LISTEN

#letters; answered. #suggestive cw #//he has…good thighs. okay

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IMPORTANT. I will be hopefully playing the boy in a one shot soon

#save game; ooc. #//the DM: he’s gonna be sad #//me: he can be sad he’s a meow meow

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i was going to write more but alas my brain has stopped working. come talk to me about anything while i go mobile?

#save game; ooc. #//grabby hands at u all

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It's a small sort of marvel, Serendipity would give him that much. There was something quite natural about Astarion with a bow -- and he didn't do half-bad with that crossbow, either. As the arrow hit its mark, though, it was hardly the most impressive thing that the vampire had done.

" My, my, " the bard says with a low whistle. " That was -- genuine advice! I was expecting a backhanded jab about my form, at the very least. Color me surprised. "

Despite his own teasing, he'd do his best to remember those pointers the next time they were needed. Which, given their present situation, would likely be the morrow. A shadow for another moment, Serendipity decides. Best to revel in the fact that he'd gotten a genuine laugh from the other.

Serendipity doesn't rush to take the weapon back, and instead opts to put his hands on his hips. " Soon enough you'll be teaching little refugee kids how to shoot, " he continues with a wrinkle of his nose. " Or even choreographing fantastic fight scenes for the masses! You know, every arrow always strikes true in the plays...tucked nicely in some poor thespian's armpit. "

he  sees  the  flicker  of  annoyance  before  his  companion  has  the  sense  to  cover  it  up.  being  a  nuisance  is  one  of  the  spawn's  greatest  pleasures  —  a  tiny  scrap  of  power  he  can  claw  for  himself  with  minimal  fear  of  repercussion.  even  now,  astarion  still  finds  he's  prone  to  slipping  back  into  those  old  habits.  the  headache  he  brings  may  very  well  be  a  reprieve  from  the  one  caused  by  the  tadpole  —  in  that  regard,  he's  being quite  helpful.

❝  you  know,  this  isn't  exactly  my  kind  of  private  performance. ❞   give  it  a  go  for  himself?  show  him  how  to  aim  properly?  astarion  hums  thoughtfully  as  he  considers  the  offer  (  or  challenge,  really  )  before  ultimately  shrugging.   ❝  but  sure.  i'll  bite. ❞  he  supposes  it's  fine.  he  supposes  even  if  he  does  end  up  making  a  fool  out  of  himself,  serendipity  clearly  did  so  first  —  and  he  can  spin  some  excuse  about  not  wanting  his  companion  to  feel  bad.  it  would  be  a  defense  transparent  enough  to  make  paper  look  thick  by  comparison,  yet  it  would  still  shield  his  pride  if  nothing  else.  sauntering  over  with  the  fluid  grace  of  an  unbothered  feline,  astarion  snatches  up  the  crossbow.  he  tilts  it  to  and  fro  in  his  hands  —  not  so  much  stalling  as  he  is  unapologetically  nosy.  a  serviceable  murder  weapon.

❝  aim  with  the  tip  of  the  arrow. ❞ advice  (  genuine  advice  )  unearths  itself  from  some  long  buried  part  of  his  mind.  he  isn't  sure  where  it  comes  from.  truth be told, he  isn't  sure  where  he  learned  how  to  shoot  to  begin  with.  ❝  most  living  targets  are  a  tad  more  agile  than  your  average  tree,  so  do  try  to  take  into  account  where  they're  going. ❞  loading  the  crossbow  with  a  satisfying  click,  astarion  turns  —  then  takes  aim  and  fires.

he  doesn't  hit  the  precise  center  of  the  tree  —  he's  an  inch  or  two  off  from  his  intended  target.  still,  a  delighted  little  giggle  spills  from  the  spawn's  lips  at  the  sight. huh. he did it. and he's  actually  having  fun.  ❝  easy. ❞

#charlatanry #turn based; replied. #v; bg3. #charlatanry: 001. #//IN REN'S DEFENSE he likes a rapier more i think #//much more dramatic #//also plz appreciate some teasing

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What kinks can you see my character having?

#letters; memes. #suggestive cw #//it's sunday eve why not

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‘I can make him better’ ‘I can make him worse’ I can make him. A grilled cheems

#save game; ooc. #//it’s me I’m him #//it’s a treat for how hard I worked today #//and afterwards I might continue on my fantasy final