#feystrider

[eternalspawn]

@feystrider asked: 👀 gime the chisme

ACT I - "Has he wandered off again? ...I am not worried in the slightest; I only ask because it would be a waste, wouldn't it? If we lost track of him and could not plunder those pockets should he meet an untimely end? Ha! Strange he may be, but there is something admirable in his manner of dress. I may want a few choice items for myself."

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#asks; #feystrider #queue;;

[recitedemise]

"friend he be, of waters deep," so he began - stretching out the 'ee' sounds in hopes of pairing them in a rhyme. "with luscious locks and a nice.. buttocks. . ." a brief pause as he squinted gale's way, as if to asscertain whether or not that line hit or if it had been a bit too out of pocket... nevertheless, he continued on: "words spun silk, be wary evils ilk. for he wont hesitate - to cast disintegrate." a little wiggling motion of his fingers with one hand, miming ( poorly ) a spell being cast. it was unprompted and it was decidedly not good, but in selene's defense he had told gale he wasn't really one to WAX POETICS. even so, the attempt was made and at the very least he could hope that it would bring laughter to his friend — because selene himself sure was laughing after that.

(huhu surprise reverse poetic waxing for you! plz feel free to show him up and wax poetics back, if youd like!)

Selene regales him. Or, well, he supposes he is, anyway. The prose depends on rhymes, little flowing like a brook of bardic genius, but what it lacks in technically, it makes up for in effort. And quite a bit of comedy. Or even a lot a bit. Gale can't help but brighten, lungs loosing a huff to that a(ss)ppraising study. He'd been languishing a little, the summer-time swelter like weights at his legs, and as Selene laughs away as twinkly as rivers, he supposes, even confesses, to feeling better.

Ha. His smile comes lopsided. His friend's 'spell' has him furrowing his brow, amused. "Or to cast my judgement, for that matter," Gale remarks without heat. "With practice, you'll be held as a standard beside Yahlir Smoothtongue himself—but you won't go at it alone. With me by your side, I will provide you with ample opportunity on which to test your wit. I will not leave you wanting. Consider me your loyal muse."

#FEYSTRIDER #ASK. #LAMOAOAA I LAUGHED. HUH. NO WAY. #Gale: #Me: SHAKESPEARE WISHES. #as if to asscertain...i....YEAH? #Gale truly like it's okay you have a lot opportunity to sharpen your poetic skills #After all I'm here and there's just so much to wax poetic about. #His intelligence! His brilliance! His spell casting! His charm! His way with words! We can keep going Selene

[countercharmd]

Oh, he's not stranger to a roll in the proverbial hay stack. How many times had he fooled around while traveling with the troupe before all of this? Curiosity had lead him to the strangest of places, in the oddest of beds. Sometimes, like now, there was no mattress proper to speak of.

Not that he was complaining, of course.

" That was pretty intense, huh ? " asks @feystrider when Serendipity finally sits up. The lilt in his voice betrays his smile, which gets a bewildered laugh from the tiefling.

" That's one way to describe that, certainly. " Only now is he noticing where all of his clothes have gone -- strewn across the clearing, they are. He'll grab them later, he decides; for now he basks in the cool breeze blowing now, brushing back hair from his face.

" You know...I can't remember the last time I did this in somewhere so -- outdoors, " he says, tilting his head thoughtfully. " Don't hate it though; it's a fine way to celebrate after such a brutal fight. " Gently he leans over to rest his head on Selene's shoulder. " You didn't happen to bring a waterskin with you? Maybe some wine... "

#feystrider #letters; answered. #v; main. #suggestive cw #//decided to set this in the special cutscene during the tiefling party!! #//ren is such a city boy it's unreal actually

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@feystrider cont.

It did not take a detective's trunk to sniff out something awry with Selene. The few seconds that passed and then passed more into hours and then into the night without the slightest whiff of mischief may not have drew anyone else's eye, but Halsin could tell within the first few seconds and certainly the next few hours that his sprightly companion was...potentially a hostage of that unnerving shapeshifter that kept following them about the city. Though he supposed he'd smell her if she'd taken the ranger's place. That made it all the more concerning of an observation, if he were being honest.

His own warm and idle jabs at remarks between the rest of the party had slowed to a halt as well, and it took every bit of energy remaining in him until the next long rest to keep from burying his head into the crook of his arm and just resting for a spell on some park bench away from the rest of the city's bustle.

Still, the party had pressed ahead of the park and were on route to the nearest tavern for supper and spirits, and likely a warm bed inside. The thought of lying stiff on the floor or some overly stuffed daybed made him grimace, but still...he pressed on ahead after them only to pause and notice Selene lagging behind further than he should have been. Noting the glazed look in the ranger's gaze, Halsin sighed and shook his head shortly before approaching the glum drow. It was with a considerable gentleness that he slid his palm beneath the other's chin and tilted it back this way and that to observe his condition. After a low murmur of instructions seemed to help Selene stirr to awareness, the druid took the moment of clarify to dig his thumb into the other's cheek, rousing him further.

"...perhaps this is not the best place for you...you who walk often with the fey." He added, unable to deny that he too felt the constraints of the city, though he could not imagine the weight of it all from his fey-found company. Thumb digging turned soft after a moment as he drew the other's face in and leaned down to bump their foreheads briefly. A soft 'Maior et Fortior' left his lips to instill the other with a soft, golden glow.

"I am here."

#//:') #feystrider #//late w starbucks agaaaaain-

[spiderwarden]

thank you for the follow :3c i love the concept of minthara but as someone who unfortunately killed her... alas.. i know not the pleasures of her company LMAO,,, but thats what rp is for >:)c if you ever wana play with selene id be happy to do something with her! hes The most un-drowlike drow ever lololol

"...Concept?" Listen friend. She is a whole frickin' COMPANION! But also you're forgiven because everonye has killed her. Your pass only comes from the fact the mun here did the first run ever, but she hated every second of it and wanted to keep her around. SO IMAGINE MY LOVELY SURPRISE WHEN I FOUND OUT I COULD FUCKING RECRUIT HER.

and ever since that day,the Grove was fucked in my playthroughs cause now I never be without Minthara. But yes, GIMME THE DROW! GIVEME THE DROW. Minthara will judge them. Because she is a DROW OF DROWS while also being extremely self aware.

@feystrider / megamind vc: muahahaha i see you have fallen into my trap.

#[ 🕷️ ] —— inquires #feystrider

[astaricn]

‘ excuse me. I have to go make a scene. ’

"BY ALL MEANS, BE MY GUEST. I just hope you don't mind me taking a front row seat to it, dear?"

#feystrider #❝ i'm starvin' darlin' let me put my lips to somethin' ❞ ;; ic #❝ tell everybody i’m on my way new friends and new places to see ❞ ;; main verse

[remaimed]

“ Right here on the sidewalk or right here where the building’s being demolished? “

Thor Ragnarok Sentence Starters // @feystrider

"Right here on the sidewalk. That's where I got stabbed that one time." He wasn't planning on going into it, it was a long and sordid tale anyways.

#feystrider #✧☽ asks →「 ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵛᶤˡ 」

[callidusdryadalis]

@feystrider || LIKED for a STARTER

"Attacked? Heavens, no - - " Eyes slowly turn downward and toward the scrapes and scratches that marred both arms and hands in unison; "Well, I do suppose you could say I was attacked, but I rather asked for it. You see, I was aiding a rather young feral feline out of a trap and, well--- " Evidently, all frustrations, fears and uncertainties were taken out on the kind soul only offering a helpful hand - as was the world wont, 't would seem.

"You don't happen to know if there is a stream or fresh water source nearby, do you-? I came from the east this morning and have seen naught thus far--"

#There is Something Infinitely Healing in the Repeated Refrains of Nature. || Replies ||

[eternalspawn]

@feystrider asked: [a kiss accompanying my muse injuring yours.] bites him bites him bites--

It was in his very nature to bite-- but Astarion was hardly ever on the receiving end of one. In this case: several.

He supposed it was deserved. Having a vampire feed on you was not exactly rewarding-- but he could, at the very least, complain and make his displeasure at the situation known.

The first drew a hiss, teeth at his earlobe, and his shoulders immediately rose to guard against the next likely target: his neck. It was not enough to stop the assault altogether, and the next brought an offended scoff stuttering past his lips, as the flesh along his jaw was marked with ferocity.

"Enough." Finally, his hands moved to act, palms tapping along Selene's shoulders until he could give a firm shove. Astarion would know no satisfaction if it all went unpunished, however, and so he followed the momentum until the other was flat on his back in the dirt.

Fingers caught Selene's chin in a hold, angling his head just so as the vampire bent in close. Cold lips latched to the corner of his mouth, soothing only for a moment before he returned the favor, fangs nipping at flesh enough to hurt, but not enough to bleed.

"If you were so dissatisfied with providing me with sustenance, a formal complaint would have worked just as well."

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#asks; #feystrider #(( shrugs???? )) #(( h e l l o ))

[bruinescence]

🎼 💃⁉️

a song that reminds me of our muses.

Endless Dawn - Hallman

------------‎Live Wire - Oh Wonder

------------------- Spider - Said the Sky (w/Boy in Space)

#//a lot of these are based more on the overall vibe or even the sound of the song vs the lyrics being super accurate btw :') #//more like a what can i see playing during some sort of interaction scene #//but yeh here you get the very bouncy version and then the slow more druid'y deal #//and then one mix of the two :) #feystrider

[bruinescence]

a playful kiss given between laughter. :3c

Perhaps it was misguided of him to expect his rather...spritely companion to contain himself when confronted with the sticky sight of him. Having lumbered off earlier with a full coat of fur, snout upturned and snorting excitedly at one particular mountain scent he seemed very much committed to chasing, the druid returned later on two legs and sporting a different coat entirely. Upon first glance, the sheen along his mouth and neck looked as if he'd been slathered in sap, but a closer look would yield the tell tale amber hue of a sweeter coating.

Of course the stream had to be a good hike in the opposite direction of the beehive he'd practically broken over his head in the bear's haste for honey, and it now looked like it would be one accompanied by stifled giggles on his behalf.

"Were the handful of stings I endured not punishment enough? Must you get a few sticks in as well?" Speaking of sticking ... he did so quite well to the stump he took a brief rest upon thanks to the sugary adhesive that had been so saturated, it had used his newfound uprighted stature to drift down to his lower extremities.

Well ...that took the honeycake in terms of the other's amusement, and after a moment of an attempt at rescue, the Drow would soon join the sticky trap ...or rather his lips did. An innocent attempt at tasting the forest's spoils, or purposed proposal- he's not sure. But either way, a quick and now stuck peck amid laughter soon turns into Halsin attempting to separate them with his tongue making an appearance to assist in lapping up the stickiness between their mouths.

#//me casually on mobile thinkin bout honey -w- #feystrider

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@feystrider cont.

The bear in him snorted, though it translated to his natural form in form of a soft chuckle that tried not to sound as nervous as it was in origin. "Dare I ask what else could be loaned? With the intention of returning it, that is." Not all loans were equal, after all. Some were just polite variations of theft.

He shifted upon his seating after a moment's hesitation to move- the log firm beneath despite the various toadstools that sprouted along its hollowing surface. Now there was a connection he could recognize- feeling a bit hollow himself when it came to his new company that he'd yet to summon on his own. Neglecting to do so would not fill the haunted oaken tunnel between the two of them with bursting blooms so that their temporary alliance might not collapse in on itself without fortifying roots. Still...how should one place down roots for an unspoken apprehension he could not fully shake as easily as the bear rid its fur of raindrops?

With his hand still the focus of his newest ally's interest, he found himself oddly unable to pry it back. It wasn't that he particularly felt the need to, but there was an equal balance of not wanting to remaining that left his wrist limp and palm open for the studying like a turtle flipped onto its back.

Wordlessly, he turned inwards to view the Drow's tinkering efforts. The plow-lines in his palms tickled upon tracing, and it wasn't the worst sensation he could recall among many others. "...a convenient comparison, considering you've... 'bear' witness to my patron wild shape." If he recognized his own joke, he did a good job of pretending he didn't.

Oh...now there was something he recognized from a mile away and more. The familiar conversation starter he could never quite evade. "Oh, so you noticed? And here I thought you were just holding your tongue." He mused while he shifted in place to get a little more comfortable...which means pressing his shoulder down against his shorter company's as he leans in to the inspection, no more enthused than before. "I take it 'back home' does not have any scandalous love affairs with half orcs, then?"

#//...im not kiddin- i saw a half orc npc and its basically hal.n's body model lmao #//...so im pr sure his joke in game is true :u #feystrider #long post #//i swear i had this done 3 hours ago but got distracted playing path of titans 8I

[bruinescence]

[ PLAY ]:          while sitting together, the sender absently lifts the receiver’s hand, idly running their fingertips across the lines of their palms, mapping out every inch of their hand with slow, lazy touches. :3c

prompts that - [play]

Meditation for elves, despite the various denominations - often looks quite similar. The main denominator being open palms tilted upwards and glowing with the faintest hint of the weave as it grazed callouses with lips unseen.

Perched upon a log facing the setting sun in the bog, he remains still and composed with level breathing feeding each pulse ejected into the wilds. Even when one concentrated palm found itself cradled and fussed with, he is as still as the dead as the log as far as movement goes. Of course, that is until a particular palm line is crossed, causing him to jolt back into the material plane, eyes swiveling quickly to his side to regard his sudden company.

"...by the Oak Father's teeth, must you insist on surprising me this way?" A short recalibration of his surroundings helps him focus on the task at hand. Or rather, hand upon hand "...I should probably disclose - that isn't for sale. Exotic ingredient though it may be to a hag."

#//hand of arch druid is op alchemy item probably #feystrider #//especially if it comes with toe beans #//note how hals and ast sleep like the same weird way-. #//elf shit

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@feystrider cont.

Perhaps it was the title of Archdruid that he carried with him which lulled others into the false narrative that he was, above all else, duty-driven and as stalwart as an oak indifferent to the lively fussing of robins that sought to nest in his boughs. Well, Selene was some sort of lively creature testing its limits along his branches, and lucky for the other that, like the druid's well-built arms, his boughs were sturdy enough to take even the wriggliest tantrum. Of course, that did not mean he would fully endure such shenanigans. Archdruid or not, his roots had stretched beyond such a title before it came to nest in him, and being a ranger- Selene had to know how mischievous trees could be with hidden roots knotting up along paths to catch unsuspecting ankles that brushed too close. Where the fey was openly wild and trouble-seeking, Halsin preferred the long-game when it came to teasing whomever deemed it a clever idea to test the oaken limits of his patience.

Baiting Selene to rest against the trunk of his side with an exhale as simple as as passing breeze, Halsin waited with a knowing smile as his company slowly adjusted to a firmly soft flank. If he slowed his breathing any more, he would have likely re-entered his trance from earlier, but he kept his focus on the more lively heartbeat beside him as he waited for the ranger to pick up on the slower, more controlled pace of his own. He would wear the other's thrumming down eventually out of sheer stubbornness to keep his rigid rhythm, and perhaps a part of him enjoyed the aspect of wearing down prey with their own energy spurts. Such was how the largest living trees patiently awaited nutrients in the soil. Some lively animal would run wild until eventually life left it still enough to commune with ancient roots.

"...and what do you hear?" The druid mused after a moment once he sensed the gradual slowing of his company's heartbeat as it neared his at the center of nature's soundless song. "What do you feel?" His voice lowered, rich and deep - a sliver above a whisper. This all of course was merely the distraction in securing Selene's attention away from where his feet barely grazed the ground over their seat on the log. From the ground, enchanted roots had slowly grown up and had begun to fasten vine-like harnesses around the ranger's feet. It would not tip him over once he stood back up so long as he moved in time with the pace Halsin had guided their breathing towards. Of course, if that wild mismatched energy gave Selene a start, well...a face plant into a patch of blue rocket flowers growing ahead of them was hardly a punishment as much as it was a teasing shove forward.

"Do you feel me?"

#//he's a very different type of fuck around and find out c: #//also woo hello 100 years later- #feystrider #long post

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@feystrider cont.

And with the other's deflection came his answer...or rather, a continued lack of one. Rather than commit to chasing a dangling carrot that, judging from his company's teasing tone, would likely jerk up and out of pawing distance should he wander too close, Halsin opted for the discretion of impartiality. It wouldn't be the first time in employing such tactics that useful information didn't walk itself over to him on its own accord, though he heavily doubted the answer to such a riddle would prove enlightening.

Having allowed his eyes a rest upon sliding his hand over for inspection, the druid noted things about him that sight did not account for such as the slight charge in the air that resulted in a zap upon the ranger's hand guiding his over by the knuckles. His breathing slowed through a drawn out sigh as subtle as the often unseen rise and fall of a robin nestling's chest- a tactic learned early and used to hone in on any particular sound of interest to either locate it or distinguish it. Once he found what he'd been searching for, Halsin slid heavily-lidded gaze over to Selene's tinkering, though it would pin itself firmly above the palm reading to one side of the Drow's chest where the sound had stirred. A slow smile spread with the assurance of a hunter knowing exactly where the mouse lay under packed snow.

"I can think of few things that would meet such requirements. But for now, I should hate to distract from your...'reading'?" His hand twitched at the thought of serving as a make-shift gazette, though he left it in his company's care for the time being. "Halflings...?" He remarked, half recalling their explanation in camp as to why they weren't down in the Underdark. "Perhaps it is I who should be reading you? You won't find an interesting plot in this roots, I'm afraid." Though the other's amusement matched the budding of his own with a follow-up chuckle and a slow shake of his head. "Anyone would feel twice as large as an orc amongst Halfings...have I ruined the illusion for you?"

After a moment of the ranger's fumbling with his hand in search of whatever a 'love-line' entailed, Halsin leaned forward as if to get a better look at an open palm he'd seen plenty of in his three and a half centuries worth of life and-...the slowest and subtlest of exhales followed now a bit closer to his company's ear, quieting all but the low lub of a heartbeat. Did it sound a bit...quicker than before? "Here-" He mused, retrieving his hand carefully from the other. "If it's a 'heart-line' you want, you need only fall quiet and listen."

#//sorry this took me so long slkdf; #//when he sense he's bein' fuckered w/ he fuckers back lol #//but sneaky druid style #feystrider

[bruinescence]

@feystrider cont.

there's the beginning of a grin unraveling upon selene's lips that clearly broadcasts his mirth at having startled halsin ; though he doesn't look up from their hands. head bowed, he's sat cross legged right beside the archdruid - a long finger running over a particular line on the other's rough palm. it takes a considerable amount of effort not to laugh and chance disturbing the rest of camp. "not for sale... how about a loan then?" the drow quipped back, finally lifting his eyes to halsin in a sidelong glance. purple hues twinkled with he promise of mischief. "have ya ever had your palm read?"

It would seem that pitching his tent further from the campsite's firelit innards was not as of a deterrent to company as he envisioned it. It was not that he did not mind company of course, but with all the chaos left to rage in the distance, a moment's reprieve was a welcome change. In fact, it was all but necessary for him to review the century's worth of study he'd spent amongst old tomes and countless testimonies collecting dust in the Underdark archives just to pinpoint the necessary arcana that would aid him in parting the veil withiin the shadow cursed lands.

As the meditative glow faded from both his hands and his gaze, Halsin focused in on the tingling drag of fingerprint plowing palm line, a frown straying only a moment before a sigh dispelled it as seamless as dandelion seeds. "Do you take me for a library book? To be loaned and read...?" His hand twitched as if threatening to grab the tracing digit, but it remained open to the inspection all the same.

"Oddly enough...I can't say that I have." As long as he'd lived, there were still surprises to be had. "...is that *what you're up to?"

#feystrider #//hands up back to the floor that's the way we like to snoreTM #//looks goofy