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I made another Astarion render. Look, I just need to get this out of my system, then I'll go back doing my other stuff.
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Anna wondered about the state of Charlie's head, wondered if he'd be calling his sober buddy to help him through this. Anna understood that while she could help with Charlie's sobriety, she could never understand it as well as somebody that has gone through it. It was why people partnered together when it came to sobriety, to help sponsor one another through the trials and tribulations.
Anna wondered about it all... but she wouldn't ask. She wouldn't dare invade Charlie's privacy like that... quite frankly when he spoke of ordering things from the store, she assumed he was making the call now. It broke her heart to know that he was struggling enough with this that he was considering to call this Emma person she had heard of...
But that was for another time.
Turning her attention to ordering the food, Anna helped Orion decide on what he wanted before she ordered it, paying for the meal... and as Charlie walked in, their order number was being called. "Just got called now," Anna said with a smile, taking a moment to kiss his cheek before fetching the food. "Alright lets go back to the car and do this stop, yeah?" looking to Charlie, her gaze shifted to Orion in a silent gesture for him to take hold of Orion's hand since her own were full of to go bags of food.
"What did you order, anyways?" She questioned as they emerged from teh building and headed to the car.
Orion sat in the back, wide eyed as he watched everything outside. New place, new people, he felt lost and confused but his mom had told him he would be okay. His dad was nice enough so far and Anna was kind. His stomach groaned, he hadn't eaten that morning and the idea of food and being able to sleep in a bed that night sounded like a good idea. As much as he missed his mom at this point, he just had to believe that she wanted him here for a reason.
Charlie had thought about what life with Anna would be like, occasionally he would think about a child that had her smile or adopted a child who needed a loving home. But it was something they hadn't talked at lengths about. Now it seemed like the universe was making that choice for them, another tribulation on the road of the relationship. The unknowns of this all was brining up that familiar need to drink, but he would hold off. He wouldn't allow things to crumble, not now. He had Emma to call later to help him through this.
Pulling up to the fast food joint, he was making his way over to the other side of the car to gather Orion, but was beaten to it by Anna. Watching how she helped him and held his hand, made his heart break for both of them. If the world had been perfect, Orion would've been hers.
With a smile at the child, he took quick strides to the front door and held it open for both of them. ❝ That sounds delicious. I'm just going to order some things from the store while you place the order. ❞ He kissed Anna's cheek and ruffled Orion's hair as headed in and he pulled up his phone to order something for pick up now that he realized a child would be the one to take up the guest room. New bedding, new clothes, seeing as the only thing he had was the backpack on his person and a lamp, he remember that his sister had been scared of the dark at that age. Perhaps he might be too. After placing the order for pick up, he headed towards the duo. ❝ We have to make one more quick detour before we head home. ❞ He smiled at the two before taking Anna's hand into his. ❝ Food ready yet? ❞
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Despite the grin, there seems to be something different about Rian in that moment, one that passes by so quickly Anthony isn't entirely certain he even saw it. He was extremely good at reading people, in catching the small changes in body language or expression ... and while he could tell something had changed in Rian, he didn't know the cowboy well enough to be able to discern what it meant.
"Ah," he begins, shaking his head. "Imagine being with the same woman for sixty years... I'm sure he had all kinds of stories to tell you." he doesn't mean to be a prick about it... he just was.
"What did he tell you anyways? Shit like how many times he was in the figurative dog house?"
IF ONLY ANTHONY KNEW WHAT Rian was really up to, who he was, what he did for a "living". Perhaps he'd see him differently, study the way his eyes CHANGE ever so softly from happy to sad in an instant as he looks around the room. He knows, deep down, there's someone here who will die tonight. And someone he will take with him.
The cowboy is still grinning, however, head tilted to the side and the drink now settled between one of his hands. His fingers tighten around the cool material with a GENTLE sigh. ❝ Here's to that. ❞ He raises his glass, takes a sip. The alcohol burns on the way down.
Anything to numb the feeling that's in his chest.
❝ Met a man an' a woman yesterday, they were eighty-something. ❞ There was a few things he could say, however. ❝ Had been married for sixty years, they told me all sorts of stuff 'bout their marriage. ❞
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his fingers truly were masterful. If only it was his mouth ... he was downright sinful with his mouth. But there were obvious reasons why that couldn't happen, and as it were she was still a writhing, dripping mess for him with this alone. With her mouth parted ever so slightly to allow for soft little pants to slip past her lips, she stifled a groan as he spoke to her in the way that he did...
And as he called her baby girl again, she audibly whimpers...
Before cresting in her pleasure. Breath hitching and her eyes rolling, her body shakes as she orgasms around his fingers, the feeling a cascade of pleasure through her entire body... in the middle of the restaurant.
Coming down from her orgasm, Anna breaths out a heavy breath as she looks to Charlie, a wicked albeit wobbly smile on her lips, "that is what I want..." she admits. "Maybe when we get home we can do just that..." she cooes, finger tracing a path along his chest.
The sounds that came from his wife fueled him in a way that nothing else ever had before. It was the fact that he was the one that caused those moans, that made her act like this in public for him, for the need of him.
His fingers continued to their masterful work, carefully coaxing her orgasm from her. Fingers inside curling just right to hit the most delicate part inside, as his thumb picked up the pace of its ministrations of her clit.
Lips against her ear lobe, voice deep and husky, he whispered. ❝ I'd bend you over this table and pull up your skirt. I'd fuck you until you couldn't walk out of here. Is that what you want, baby girl? Is that what you want from me? ❞
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She grimaces as he snaps at her, hands remaining up between them... and while she was typically a pacifist to the very core, she still readied herself for a physical altercation to present itself with how upset Lorroakan was. With all that said ... she couldn't blame him. It wasn't as if she was giving him a whole lot of faith in her...
Maybe she was better off being dead then...
It wasn't as if she had a whole lot to live for ... hell she wasn't entirely certain she ever had anything to live for to begin with. Not that she could remember properly anyways...
and yet she pressed on.
"I can control it to a degree..." She amended. "I can't control the urges... but I can control how I react to them. If I couldn't, you and Gale both would already be dead..." she had the urge to slit Lorroakan's throat the moment she met him... and Gale? Well his arm would have been ripped off should she have given into the urges. "And just now... I was able to stop myself..." and they both knew if she hadn't, he'd have been dead yet again.
ℋe allowed her to explain —— simply because the inconvenience of killing her outweighed his desire to do so. Or so he thought, until she began to speak.
I can't control it.
There is something inside of me that craves blood.
Demands 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇.
"What?!" He snapped. Sadly, he believed her. The way she had looked at him, the blood-thristy mania in her eyes ; the twisted smile as she moved to attack him with the dagger... Part of him had hoped it was an external influence — a cursed artifact, maybe — but it seemed that wasn't the case.
"You think THAT is a persuasive argument for sparing you?" His tone dripped with incredulity and disdain, his words cutting. "If anything, that's even more cause for me to end you right here! Your lack of control is a danger we cannot afford," he spat.
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[ KISS ]: sender pins receiver against the wall and kisses them passionately. (aurelia)
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Aurelia had been teasing Pasha most of the night. Fleeting touch here, 'fuck me' eyes there... and a smile that promised all sorts of things when they were to get alone. Quite frankly, Aurelia couldn't wait to get Pasha back to camp... but it would seem that Pasha had other ideas entirely.
Traversing down a dimly lit road, the moment they were clear of everybody Aurelia feels herself being pushed against a wall, the cold brick a shock to her system as she gasps... only for the gasp to be swallowed by Pasha herself. Immediately moaning, Aurelia kisses her back with equal fervor, fingers delving into Pasha's hair to hold her close.
And once they were done, Aurelia gasps again, eyes opening slowly, "..You couldn't wait, huh?" she teases, smiling as a finger traces Pasha's lips "...Good.." and with that Aurelia kisses her again, pulling Pasha close.
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[ KISS ]: sender pins receiver against the wall and kisses them passionately. -faror to halsin maybe :3c
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Halsin quite enjoyed Faror's company, that much was obvious by her continued appearance while he was studying. Though with his studies finished now, he was keen to return to his quarters and rest.... it would seem that Faror had other ideas entirely. Feeling himself pushed against the wall, before he can ask what was happening she was kissing him, effectively quieting any protests... not that he would have protested, but still.
It takes a moment for Halsin to get his bearings (ha), but once he does? He's holding onto her hips, drawing her close and returning the kiss with equal enthusiasm, moaning as he does so.
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[ COVER ]: while hiding from persecutors, sender pushes the receiver against a wall and uses their body to hide the receiver’s face from view. (For Astarion)
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It was quite the challenge to maneuver around without being seen when there was a wizard with him. He was used to thieving alone, though he did suppose having a wizard with spells did help a bit. Not that it seemed to help now, the guards realizing a theft had happened in their midst. With the sounds of them coming closer, Astarion finds himself quite surprised to suddenly be pressed against the wall...
Though it was entirely like him to take things up a notch. Their positions already gave the illusion of intimacy... why not make it a real thing?
Physical acts of affection in public tended to make people uneasy, which meant they had a higher chance of getting away with what they were doing now. So with that in mind, Astarion cups the side of Gale's face, drawing him closer...
And kissed him.
It was no languid kiss either, it was one filled with passion and desire, a need for Gale that Astarion had felt for days on end now. Keeping his ears trained on the sound of the guard, he listened as they rounded the corner...
Only to fumble and stutter their apologies before rushing away to leave Gale and Astarion alone. Pulling away from the kiss, Astarion can't help the wicked smile that rises to his lips, red eyes aglitter with success. "Remind me to invite you along on more excursions," he can't help but tease
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[ SHIELD ]: in order to protect them from physical harm caused by a third party, the sender shoves the receiver against the wall and shields them with their body. (for Aubrey)
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She wasn't good in fights... she did her best work when she was fully supporting people in their own fights, so that's what she did now. Casting bless, guiding bolt, and whatever else she could think of for her companions... and it was almost enough. Almost. For a smart enemy goes after the groups supports first and foremost...
And that's exactly what they did.
Helpless to what was about to happen, it was clear she was the only one frozen in spot... for between one breath and the next Gale was before her, hands shoving her back against a wall as he takes the brunt of the damage. The blood spray splatters against Aubrey's face as her eyes widen...
And something within her snaps. "Gale!" she screams his name, helping lower him to the ground as the cultist advances... though before they could get much further, Aubrey allows her magic to flow through her, standing from Gale to place her hands firmly on the Cultist's face...
And from her mouth, words of power came that disintegrated the poor sod where he stood. Quick to kneel back down, Aubrey's expression was fierce with a myriad of emotion... but her first order of business?
Healing Gale.
"It'll be alright, I promise you. I'll get you fixed right now.." she urges, hand cupping his face as her other hand presses to his injury... and from her hands flow magic once again, though this time its to give life rather than take it away.
The fact that she had taken a life period was enough to have her hands trembling, a sinking pit forming in her stomach that made her want to vomit.
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5) our muses are on bad terms but reunite after one of them nearly dies. // for Anthony
Beck and Anthony were always at each other's throats it seemed, constantly locked in a back and forth battle of wit and desire, and this mission was no different. Caught between a rock and a hard place, Anthony had continued ahead without Beck's permission, disappearing from view for several minutes. Only for the sound of the explosion going off... followed by eerie silence.
Anthony had been blown up.
The last thing he remembered was his fight with Beck, the way they had gotten into one another's faces (quite literally), spittle flying between the two as Anthony rode a fine line of insubordination....
The first thing he becomes aware of when he finally resurfaces from beneath the crushing weight of unconsciousness is the beeping. The insistent, constant beeping of his heart monitor. And the second is the pain of his body. Immediately pissed off, Anthony doesn't give a damn about protocol or anything else as he sits up despite the protest of his body, ripping the oxygen monitor off his finger, yanking the IV out of his arm in a spectacular spray of blood...
And from his bed he stands as nurses come in, trying to restrain him though he walks through them like they were nothing more than annoying butterflies. Hollering at them, telling them to fuck off, he staggers his way to the doorframe...
When he comes face to face with the last person he thought he'd see.
"Beck," he speaks gruffly, his voice as battered as his body, entire body swaying with an effort to remain upright despite the utter pain he felt in his body.
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𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
lads if i ever have to type “pin against the wall” ever again in this lifetime, it’ll be too soon, but i really hope you enjoy these!! if you think of more that you would like to be added, let me know! please do NOT add more in the reblogs, it is VERY likely that i can and will be making a second part to this list! now go drink some water and i hope y’all enjoy the memes!
LAST EDITED: 01/06/22
[ KISS ]: sender pins receiver against the wall and kisses them passionately.
[ ANGER ]: sender pins receiver against the wall out of anger.
[ CHALLENGE ]: in a motion designed to challenge the receiver’s authority, sender pins receiver against the wall.
[ TRAINING ]: during a sparring match, sender ends up pinning the receiver against the wall.
[ HEAT ]: while in the middle of a make-out session, sender pushes the receiver up against the wall, unwittingly heating things up even more.
[ SHIELD ]: in order to protect them from physical harm caused by a third party, the sender shoves the receiver against the wall and shields them with their body.
[ COVER ]: while hiding from persecutors, sender pushes the receiver against a wall and uses their body to hide the receiver’s face from view.
[ HIDE ]: while on the run, the sender hastily grabs the receiver and pins them against a wall that’s hidden from public view to avoid being seen.
[ STOP ]: in order to stop the receiver from walking away, the sender guides them back and pushes them against a wall.
[ FIGHT ]: while in a physical fight, sender shoves the receiver against the wall in an effort to gain the upper hand.
[ RESTRAIN ]: sender pushes the receiver back against the wall to stop them from physically fighting the sender.
[ STEADY ]: sender gently catches and guides the emotionally distressed receiver against a wall in order to physically steady them.
[ CLOSER ]: while pinning the receiver against the wall, sender glances down at their lips, suddenly aware of how close they are to one another…
[ THROAT ]: sender pins the receiver to the wall by placing a hand or forearm against their throat.
[ FRONT ]: sender shoves the receiver against the wall so that the receiver’s front is pressed against the wall.
[ WHISPER ]: sender pins the receiver against a wall in order to whisper something into their ear (either a secret or in a manner of seduction).
[ FEAR ]: in order to frighten or intimidate the receiver, the sender shoves them back against a wall, positioning themselves so that the receiver can’t get out.
[ HUSH ]: as a means of getting the receiver to stay quiet, the sender covers their mouth and ends up shoving them into a wall in their urgency.
[ FALL ]: while pinning them against the wall, a brief tussle results in the sender and receiver falling over, with the sender pinning the receiver to the ground.
[ DECEPTION ]: while pinning them against the wall during a public fight, the sender uses the close proximity to secretly reveal that they’re still on the receiver’s side.
[ POWER ]: sender unexpectedly uses their powers to push and pin the receiver against the wall.
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To say that AJ was one of Gabriel's crushes was quite the statement of the year. He was fond of the man, there was no doubt about it, enough so that whenever the man came in to order any amount of pastries or coffee, Gabriel added some more into his box for free. He wondered if the other would understand what he was doing, hoped that AJ appreciated what was done...
Gabriel wasn't so good with words, after all, his language of gift giving far more prominent and on display than anything else.
That morning he found himself wondering not for the first time if AJ would come in today or not. It had been a fairly slow morning so far, enough so that Gabriel didn't have much of anything else better to do than to sit at the front desk while he waited for his most recent batch of pastries to finish up.
Seeing AJ walk in was enough to have a brilliant smile take over his expression, brightening dark grey eyes as he lifts a hand to wave. "Hi AJ!" he greets warmly, already rubbing the palm of his hand against the soft fabric of his pants. "How are you today? Are you here for some pastries again?" he smiles warmly at the questions, mentally chastising himself for such a silly question.
He was in a bakery after all.
━━ ✦ ( @never-surrender )
AJ had just grabbed his keys and wallet off the top of his desk, volunteering to go out for pastries and coffee for everyone seeing as they had a bit of a long day ahead of them, when Elizabeth was suddenly blocking the door.
❝ So, who are they? ❞ She asked, smirk on her face, arms crossed.
❝ I don't know what you mean. ❞ He said sidestepping her with a laugh.
❝ You can't bullshit, a bullshiter! You're gonna have to bring them around here eventually! ❞ She laughed, calling after him as he made his way down the side walk to his destination and she back inside to review her file.
He knew that they had caught on with how much he was bringing the pastries around. The other day Elizabeth had called him out on it. You brought pastries here this morning and you're going back to the same bakery again today to take pastries to your D&D thing tonight? Why not pizza?
The crush he harbored for the baker was an open-kept secret in the office and he knew that if Elizabeth or Charlie really wanted to know, either of them would've just tailed him. He was glad they hadn't, they understood privacy and letting people say what they needed on their own time. And a crush was what it would be for now since he didn't know how the baker felt, the last thing he wanted to do was look like an ass and have to find another bakery to go to.
Walking in it was still early enough to have the lingering smell of the fresh morning batch of baking to swirl in the air. Coming up to the counter he smiled at his crush. ❝ Morning Gabriel! ❞
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Was it so bad that he already thought of her as his own? Not that he owned her, but if they were going to be together tonight, why not be together all the other nights too? To him it was simple, but life was rarely ever that simple, far more complicated than the single night of passion that was promised to him. It only made it worse with the breathy moans she made as he kissed her senseless, her reactions fueling his desires both for tonight and every night after this.
Her words only served to make a strangled whine come from his throat, clinging to her tightly as he kisses her again, the temptation to take her raw in the back seat of the vehicle prominent in his mind... but there was one problem...
"My condoms are inside," he breaths against her lips, taking a moment to groan as he rests his forehead against hers.
Did she care if this would affect anything in her sober life? Not at the moment. She was too caught up in being able to not care about letting anyone in that she would make the best of it while she could. Those problems were for tomorrow when she would inevitably wake up hung over.
And the noises he was already making only fed the need to have someone care for the night grow, an ember being stoked into a flame. A flame that kept growing, made her skin warm with every little thing he did. The touch on her thigh, a place she usually wasn't touched, already making her a needy mess. Her hand comes down upon it, tracing little circles on the back of it, anything to keep this contact going.
A small disappointed sigh comes from her as the contact is severed, ever the gentleman, she smiles at him as he opens her door. She expected him to be a gentleman until they reached his place but as he presses her against his car, a surprised, but happy gasp comes from her. All too happily her body responds in kind, arching to press against his, hands finding their way under his shirt to touch his skin. Leg obeying his motions and hips thrusting forward for any contact they could have. Her breath was breathy and needy, as her hands landed on his waist, keeping his body against hers. ❝ You too. Think we can make it up to your place or should I crawl into the backseat? ❞ Her mouth was on his neck, peppering kisses along his jaw while she waited his answer, not caring which he preferred.
#4fter-hours#I didn't go further cuz I wasn't sure her reaction to his words#whether or not she'd tell him to forget the condoms or not askldhfk#( Kobe + Elizabeth )
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He couldn't undo the restraints, no matter how badly he wanted to. It had to be a nurse that did so, and once it happened? Kobe was right there at Liz's side to help her sit upright, helped her with her clothing as much as she would allow him to help. Anything to make sure she wasn't in any pain... or was in as little pain as possible. THe nurse, however, made no move to help, allowing the civilian to do his thing despite it being her job.
Perhaps it was a better thing that they left the hospital after all, if this was how they were behaving. A fact that Kobe hated.
"Hey, shhhh... don't apologize," he urges, a comforting hand resting between her shoulder blades... "I wouldn't rather be anywhere else than right here, alright?" holding a hand out for her to take, if she does take it he'd wrap her arm around his shoulder, taking off as much weight off her as possible before leading her to the car.
"Where we going?" he asked, gently guiding her into the front car seat. Once she's settled there, he goes around to slip into the opposite seat, settling in comfortably
Her breathing was hard, panic that she was trying to keep in check forced her mind to the worst places, especially with the restraints on. There was a small piece of her that felt horrible that it had to be Kobe to do this. That one of the sweetest people she had ever meant had to deal with this. It was quieted by her need to get out of there. She could apologize later. And thank him as well, she didn't know where she would be now if he hadn't been there to help her through this.
She looked at her wrists, tears threatening to roll down her cheeks. The restraints brining horrible nauseating things to the front of her mind. But Kobe was right, she needed to keep calm for now until they let her go, it didn't keep her from giving them a good tug or two to see if she could get out of them though.
It wasn't long until a passive aggressive nurse was releasing her from the restraints shoving papers and her clothing in at her. She all too happily hoped up and removed the stiff hospital gown and changed, it wasn't anything that neither the nurse or Kobe had seen before. Nervously she stood near the window, her fingers playing with the scars on the palms of hands as she tried to remain as calm as she possibly could before being told she could leave.
At that news, she all but ran, mostly limped to the exit. And once outside took a deep breath in, doubling over putting her hands on her knees, even if it caused her ribs more pain. ❝ I'm sorry. Thank you. ❞ Was all she could find herself to say in between deep breaths.
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With both clerics dead, Aurelia only had one person to turn onto, and it was the last person that she wanted to have to see her in the state she was in. With the taste of blood in her mouth and the scent of blood in the air, it only brought out the monstrous qualities in her, eyes quite literally aglow as she stared Yunae down.
With Yunae being injured atop of it all, it only made it all the more difficult for Aurelia to find her sanity again, slowly stalking towards Yunae...
Before she attacked.
One moment she was there, and the next she was upon Yunae, hands grabbing hold of them with their fingers curled severely enough that her claws would dig into flesh, as her mouth opens she takes a deep breath through her mouth -
< wisdom saving throw: 21 >
Only to stop entirely in her tracks. Mouth remaining agape, Aurelia chokes on her own breath ... before suddenly she's pushing away from Yunae, hands shoving him back. As she does, her hand flies to cover her mouth in an attempt to prevent herself from smelling the blood more than she already had, making yet another choking noise as her entire body began to tremble.
"Yunae... are you -" she stops before she can ask if they're okay. Clearly they're not with a fucking arrow sticking from their throat. "What do I do?" she asks instead, her voice small as she crouches down on the ground a safe distance away from him. She didn't feel as if she were safe with them... not one little bit.
‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ Yunae had seen the Tiefling running for her life away from the two persuing clerics, and they immediently understood what was happening. Picking up their viola and pursuing after the two offenders, the bard attempted to get in between the two clerics and the vampire in an attempt to de-escalate the situation.
Maybe they could talk them out of it, or convince them that Aurelia was just an ordinary Tiefling-- after all, the race varied in appearance, surely one with glowing eyes and an aversion to the sun wasn't too far-fetched for the holy folk. But, either they didn't fall for Yunae's lie, or they simply didn't care, because the clerics turned on them as well once they saw their own set of Tiefling fangs.
The crossbow bolt hit its mark, right in the bard's neck, and a spew of thick, brownish-red blood leaked. They couldn't speak, they clasped a hand over their throat and gurgled. Strangely, they were still on their feet, unable to cast the verbal component in their spells, but still able to wield a hand crossbow with one hand while their other kept itself clutched to the bolt in their neck.
They took one cleric down, and just as they were turning around to shoot at the other, Aurelia had taken care of him. They would have sighed in relief, had they the ability to. But then came another problem-- Auralia was still crouched, snarling, ready to pounce... presumably at them.
They attempted to hide their wound, but it was in vain, most likely she would smell it if she couldn't see it.
"Auh... c-cah..." They couldn't cast Calm Emotions on her without the verbal component, they couldn't even try and normally calm her down by speaking. Fucking hells...
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Halsin allows her to take hold of his face by his chin with her fingers, letting her guide him as his fingers continued to work inside of her. He wants nothing more than to taste her in that moment if her were being honest... but as it were they weren't in the position to do so... though he could lay her on the desk he was working at...
Regardless of his internal conundrum of what to do, his fingers continued to work against her walls, thumb circling her clit ... and with his other hand? He reached between them, undoing the bindings of his pants before beginning to push them down, freeing his erection from the confines of his trousers.
just as she sank her teeth into his neck in an attempt to leave a mark, the other elfs talented fingers circled her clit. The action pulling a muffled sound from her. She released his neck taking a breath as he pushed a finger into her. Muttering an elvish swear as he slipped two fingers insider, curled them to hit an especially sensitive spot. Her hips moved into his hand of their own accord and she could feel the wetness practically dripping from her.
She pullback back enough to take his chin between her fingers. Guiding him ever so gently so she could look into his eyes as he toyed with her. Letting her thumb run over his bottom lip as she held him there for a moment.
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