#bathing in holy fire // dnd verse.

[celestialdetected]

@saintsdawn says: ❛ unfortunately for everyone, i will keep doing whatever i want.  ❜

Arawn took a long, slow, drag of his ale. He closed his eyes and said with the exhaustion of someone who knew when to cut their losses and said. "I know you will Flo, I know you will."

"And I will be there to scrape you up off the ground when it gets you killed."

#he's so tired of his sibling #saintsdawn #bathing in holy fire // dnd verse.

[celestialdetected]

@wildskissed said: ❝it’s a tomb with an exit. that’s the worst kind.❞

Arawn smiled grimly, hurriedly going through the somatic components of detect magic. What he wouldn't give to have a paladin's divine sense in here. He was jumping at shadows, certain he'd seen that coffin's lid move.

"Well, I'd rather it have an exit than nothing at all. It means we can get out." He cast the spell, grimacing as things lit up around him.

Conjuration. Abjuration. Oh, joy, there was the Necromancy.

"Of course, it also means something can follow us."

#arawn; this is fine #wildskissed #i love them already #bathing in holy fire // dnd verse.

[celestialdetected]

@inhcritance says: ❝ i started worrying you wouldn’t wake up. ❞

Honestly, Arawn felt like maybe he shouldn't have. Everything hurt. His head throbbed and he could taste copper on his tongue. He turned and spat out a mouthful of blood.

What had they fought again? It was hard to recall, thinking was making him dizzy. He remembered the light shining off his crystal blade and a young dragon's roar. The same dragon who was staring down at him, his expression just shy of panic.

"Nah kiddo," he said, forcing himself not to slur the words together. "You're stuck with me."

#inhcritance #bathing in holy fire // dnd verse.

[celestialdetected]

i know it probably looks bad from where you’re standing, florence’s voice rings loud and clear in arawn’s mind. but it’s fine! i have it under control, and there won’t be a wildfire to –

she never pays attention to the spell’s limit.  

Arawn freezes, listening to Flo's voice echo in his head. It's jarring. Sending always is, and watching the thick, black smoke curling from the forest doesn't help his nerves. "There is definitely a wildfire Flo. Where are you? It doesn't look like you have it under control. Where are you?"

He sighs, pulls out his tome, and casts Sending again. "Where are you? You can fucking reply to this message."

@saintsdawn

#jeez flo giving your brother a heart attack #saintsdawn #bathing in holy fire // dnd verse.

[celestialdetected]

@vchloras cont. from here

Arawn twists, batting Loras's hand away from his nose, only to tangle their fingers together and just hold him for a moment.

"Oh please, as if you'd ever want to. You'd hate how groggy it makes you. Besides, it would mess up that perfect hair of yours."

#if i have one weakness its light hearted banter #vchloras #bathing in holy fire // dnd verse.

[celestialdetected]

Arawn remembered the circus fondly. The Fletching and Moondrop travelling carnival. Arawn had taken Rhiannon there for her third birthday; it had been one of the last nights he'd spent with his daughter before he'd made that supremely life altering fuck up.

She'd been dazzled by the lights, some strung up, some made to free float by magic. He remembered that he'd had to hold her close to keep her from touching them. Then there had been the fortune teller Rhiannon had taken one look at the tiefling's coat and had toddled off after them to get a better look, Arawn had caught up with them only to find the fortune teller turning this way and that so his little girl could see all the embroidery and spinning a wild and elaborate story about what each stitch meant. Arawn was only mostly sure they were lying.

He remembered the circus. He remembered that coat. But Arawn didn't know what it was doing here; at a shithole pub in Rexxentrum, full of shithole people. He watched the tiefling for a moment, it was hard not to they stood out like a sore thumb amongst the crowd. Bright cloth in a sea of dirty leathers, and well....most people in here weren't purple. Then he swaggered over with all the grace he could muster and sat himself down beside them.

"Pretty sure there isn't a carnival in town," he drawled, downing the dregs of his drink and signalling the barkeep for another. "So what are you doing here?"

@tcaleaf liked for a starter!

#bathing in holy fire // dnd verse. #like arawn would ever forget that pretty face

[celestialdetected]

Arawn knew the god of death was behind him without even having to turn around. He could feel Thanatos' presence like a second shadow. There was something about him that muted the outside world, ever so slightly; quieted the birdsong, and dimmed the sunlight.

He stood, wiping the blood off his palms and shook the dreges of healing magic from his fingertips. These people hadn't been his friends, they'd paid him to help find a cousin of theirs, lost in the wilderness. He'd found the cousin, but not before they'd run afoul of a pack of hungry gnolls.

But friends or not, it still hurt to have failed them in such a final way. Soundlessly he walked right into Thanatos' arms, burying his head in the god's chest.

"I tried. Than, I tried."

He'd let him get back to his work. Eventually.

@thanatologies

#yes you are getting a random starter because I became emotional about these two for no reason #will i make one for matt as well? maybe #you can't stop me #thanatologies #bathing in holy fire // dnd verse.

[celestialdetected]

@deleteriousness says: ❝pleasure to meet you. i have the feeling you’re having a really bad day.❞ from lydia!

It wasn't as if he'd gone looking for a fight. He'd gone looking for a drink, the fight had found him. He'd just...let it. Sometimes it was easier to do that, let the anger win. Fighting was simple he didn't have to think so gods-damned much.

And now he was regretting it. His skull pounded, and he was fairly certain his nose was broken. He could fix that, but...he was so tired.

And now there was a woman standing over him, far too cheery for his liking.

"If you would please go the fuck away that would be most appreciated."

#deleteriousness #lydia you seem nice i'm so sorry about arawn #bathing in holy fire // dnd verse.

[celestialdetected]

@weavermasked continued from here

They'd been dancing around each other for months now. Arawn wasn't used to being shy in relationships, but the situation Loras and he had found themselves in was a delicate one; Arawn hadn't wanted to make advances while Loras was stuck under his roof, never wanted to make him feel like he had to do anything for a warm place to sleep.

But now they were here, running into the unknown together.

But now they were here and Loras was taking off his mask, just because Arawn asked. He hadn't been sure what was under it; burns he'd assumed. Or perhaps the wearing of a mask was a cultural practice a thousand years dead, fallen with Avalir.

Under it, Loras was old. Ancient. An elf near the end of his life. Arawn raised an eyebrow and carefully kept his face blank. He disentangled his hand from Loras, smoothing a thumb over the wrinkled skin.

So this is what you will look like as an old man. There was a pang of something as Arawn realized he'd never get to see him like this. Not really. He'd be long dead before Loras showed any sign of age.

"I'm sorry." His free hand cupped Loras unblemished cheek. "For your accident," Then to lighten the charged atmosphere between them; "We sort of match. You get yours being stupid as well?"

Arawn stretched up on tiptoe, and pressed their lips together. He had asked to kiss him after all.

#weavermasked #i'm so soft over them #bathing in holy fire // dnd verse.

[celestialdetected]

@inhcritance asks: ❝ i’m starting to think we’re in over our heads. ❞

"Nooo, really?" Arawn drawls, spending one of his few, precious, spells, to erect a wall of radiant flame between them and the hoards of enemies currently wanting to rip them to shreds. "I hadn't noticed."

And then: "Now would be a real good time for a dragon, you know, if you feel like it."

#bathing in holy fire // dnd verse. #inhcritance #them <3

[celestialdetected]

@inhcritance says ❝ you have a strange sense of humor. ❞

Arawn raises an eyebrow at the young man sat opposite him. "Do I now?" He keeps his face stony and serious. It's truly a delight to mess with the kid. "And here I thought I was being delightful, an awful shame that."

#bathing in holy fire // dnd verse. #inhcritance #arawn responds in deadpan sarcasm and absolutely nothing else

[celestialdetected]

The strangest thing about this interaction is that it wasn't happening in his office. People didn't tend to approach Arawn out in public, especially after he had been let out of prison. He had that convict look about him now, so he was told. A thick angry scar curved around his orbital bone, quite obviously a knife wound, and it tended to make people avoid him unless they were actively petitioning him for help.

But here Arawn was in a tavern, trying to negotiate Rhiannon into eating something other than sweets, and trying not to chug an ale in front of his six year old. She'd been so much easier to deal with before she'd formed opinions. Not that he didn't love her opinions, but still. To him she'd remained three years old for the past three years and then had suddenly skipped forward.

Then suddenly there was another figure at his side, talking to Rhia in a disarming voice. And there was Rhia actually lifting a green bean to her mouth. Arawn's mouth dropped open.

"Now, how the fuck did you do that?"

@empiriical

#empiriical #not my best starter lol but here you go #i couldn't get the idea of elmer interacting with Rhia out of my head #bathing in holy fire // dnd verse.

[celestialdetected]

@weavermasked says: “ we’ve fought against powerful enemies before, but this is beyond that. if we want to get out of this alive, we need to be smarter, stronger, better than we’ve ever been before. ”

"You think I don't fucking know that?" Arawn snapped before visibily reigning himself in. It wasn't Loras he was angry with. Not really. It was the unknowable entities that were trying to tear them apart.

It was difficult to seperate the two sometimes, especially when Loras seemed to waffle between wanting to stay with him, in this life they built, in this life they'd bled and scraped and killed for, and wanting to go back to his old life. The life of a fancy Age of Arcanum magocrat, with all the frills and decadence that Arawn would never be able to give him.

He understood. Kind of. Loras wanted to go home, and that would....never be with Arawn....not really. He understood, and if he'd had the chance to get his parents and his village back he would take it. So why is he so angry at Loras for considering the same offer?

"Look, all the planning in the world isn't going to change the fact that these are basically gods, and we are not. We can't fight them," Though Arawn wasn't above throwing a few punches if it came to that. "We're going to have to try to trick them."

"Unless, of course, you want to take them up on their offer." He's not bitter.

#weavermasked #hi i missed them so much #bathing in holy fire // dnd verse.

[celestialdetected]

@inhcritance says: ❝ don’t tell me that i’d be safer with somebody else because the truth is i would just be more scared. ❞

Arawn took a few deep, steadying breaths and resisted the urge to bury his head in his hands. The truth was Harry would be safer with someone else. The little apartment they all shared barely had room for three humanoids, and certainly didn't have enough space for a growing dragon. Besides, when someone inevitably found out about Harry's draconic nature (because they would, that was the nature of secrets, they were eventually told) -Arawn didn't have the means to protect him.

What could one warlock do against an entire world?

"I, you deserve more than I can give, kid." And wasn't that the truth? "I can't keep you safe."

#hi here's emotional damage #inhcritance #bathing in holy fire // dnd verse.

[celestialdetected]

They met again at a bakery in Rexxentrum. Arawn sat at a small table outside nursing a coffee, trying not to wince as Rhiannon demolished a stack of breakfast pastries. There was jam in her hair, Arawn did not look forward to bathtime tonight.

Then a little blue Tiefling charged past him towards the shop doors and Arawn felt...something. Some roiling mix of emotions, he didn't like thinking about those first few weeks after he'd been released, but this Tiefling, if she was indeed the same one, had been one of the few highlights.

"Jester?" he tried, waving her down. "Jester is that you?"

@stormllight for Jester.

#stormllight #i hope this is alright! #bathing in holy fire // dnd verse.

[celestialdetected]

@saintsdawn cont. from here

"My bedside manner is fine," Arawn sniffed, prodding at Flo's newly un-impaled side to check for wounds he might've missed. It probably hurt, which was no less than she deserved. "I just don't suffer idiots who nearly get themselves killed fighting a monster all by themselves."

He'd almost- gods. He'd been out of spell slots, if he'd gotten to her a moment later...

"I was fucking tired," he snapped, rubbing at his arms. "If you'd gone down I wouldn't have been able to get you back up." He would've lost her.

"You can't just...pull that shit. You're life is worth something too Florance, I'm sick of you acting like it isn't."

#he has THREE spell slots flo #you know how hard it is to save a slot for revivify when you have THREE #saintsdawn #bathing in holy fire // dnd verse.