#luxsclaris

[eclipsecrowned]

Astarion gave the most dramatic sigh possible, his red eyes flicking over to Hel. After another moment of silence, he gave another-- well, not a true sigh, but really just laid his head back and said the word 'sigh' out loud. // @luxsclaris

Cork for the crossing ahead, incense, a vial, and a book of prayer for purifying the water, a secret tool that will help her later. A smile on her lips, as she recognizes his presence, ears twitching at his irritation. A song cut short, as she lifts her head.

Her shoulders shake with mirth.

"Preparing rituals," she answers, tucking the sandalwood and myrrh stick into the book. Tucking the bundle into the inner pocket of her cape, she dances the cork around her fingers, trying at the trick he's taught her. It falls to the rug beneath her gracelessly, but she is unbothered. It slides up her sleeve, the clasps at her wrist swiftly re-buttoned to secure the ritual component.

"Putting away my work for the day. Stretching --" Oh, and her back crackles like a yew wildfire. When she sighs, it is genuine. The adventuring life does not suit her body, but her mind has never been more captivated.

"Wondering what's gotten into you." She turns her head, exposing gnarled, desiccated flesh shielded by the rich fabric on her shoulder.

"Oh, I'm sorry, were we not supposed to be narrating our actions?" There's mischief in her eyes, but she shifts on her traveling workspace, tail tapping the free space at her side. "Come. Tell me what's gotten into you."

#luxsclaris #heltbt

[dcvourhcpe]

@luxsclaris​ asked

The Executioner rumbled in the direction of the Bioweapon. His chest expanding as he took in a deep breath, he let out a brief few notes of Song, wondering how the other would respond.

He is wary of this one, unsure of what he is or what he’s capable of. Is he a fellow BOW? He doesn’t smell like it, no virus hints at his scent, and instead rust, iron, and old blood does. That does not help his uneasiness.

Nemesis can’t help but perk up in curiosity at the series of noises Pyramid Head makes though, making a few quizzical sounds of his own to escape his throat. What was that? It sounded like the “music” Meg showed him in a way. The tyrant scents the air as though that will lead to answers and shifts where he stands.

He wants to move closer, but his cautiousness outweighs his curiosity.

#call to trial | ANSWER #luxsclaris #dcvourhcpe #the nemesis | NEMESIS

[judgcmcnt]

Don’t mind him he’s just purring....loudly.

Perhaps he could try for another one eventually....

#a judging gaze | DASH COMMENTARY #judgcmcnt #luxsclaris

[abracafockyou]

"Due to personal reasons, I'm evil now." Astarion for Eden

"Weren't you evil yesterday?" Eden tried to keep laughter from his voice. It shook his frame, difficult to hide as he picked up his guitar, and began to idly play. "I recall you saying something similar. I promise I'll stop shaking off water near you." His lips stretched into a grin, and eyes twinkled behind a curtain of white bangs.

#eden #replies #asks #luxsclaris

[rengaki]

"Natural Causes got you again, huh?"

-> Reclined in the air, yards of plush cape folded and bundled around his shoulders and lap and the chaise Zagreus had so kindly purchased for him to definitely not fall asleep on: the keeper of the list of the dead of the House of Hades wiggles his feather quill back and forth between his fingertips as he examines the prince's name on the check-in list. Despite the abstract cause of death, he seems pleased as a peach that the young god has returned home yet again.

"That's a real shame! I mean, imagine, one day you're just going about your business and then ack!! You're dead! Although I guess you don't have to imagine it like I do!"

@luxsclaris ( Zagreus ) | s.c.

#luxsclaris #PRESENTS TO YOU MY SPECIALIST BABY BOY: HYPNOS #💤 Hypnos; IC

[sinnhelmingr]

⌚️ Jareth: "Wait-- stop screaming it's just me-- Are you out of mead?" // @luxsclaris​

White knuckles force her claws to deface the arm of her chair. So tight is her grip that perfect curls of wood fall to the floor beneath her. The sound of his voice, the sight of him before her, has propelled the queen from her desk, knees knocking against one another. For a moment, there is only the rush of blood in her ears.

It’s only him. It’s only a tight-pantsed nuisance she ought to have retired from the living world some years ago. Releasing her grip on her chair, she plants those hands against her desk instead, only just missing a toppled inkwell. So much for her letter to the Chthonic lord in the far south.

“Jareth,” she states, voice low and steady. “You have come scandalously, infuriatingly close to a lady’s personal suite. Now, you can return to the throne room like a proper guest, or I can have you dragged all the way back to your Labyrinth.” Producing a small, embroidered handkerchief from her bodice, she dabs forcefully against the pooling ink. The table had been a constant feature of her office since she had come of age, the delicate wood dragged up from some foreign land and kept immaculate til this very moment.

Niflheim take this young fool.

“We’re never out of mead. Had you waited a moment, Gangloti might have brought up more from the cellar. It will be ready by the time you return whence you belong.” She cuts him a look from beneath her lashes, the stain spreading to her porcelain hand.

“I praise the fox who will someday catch you, Jareth.”

#luxsclaris #singing i'm the queen [V: MYTHOLOGY] #SHE CANNOT STAND THIS MANS--

[lunarscaled]

this is from a fun discussion w @eclipsecrowned and @luxsclaris but I also submit it to the dash: How does your "Good End" muse react to meeting their "Bad End" self ?

🎙️ discuss

#* ooc. #* tbd. #i thought of this again bc i was thinking of lyric who becomes a dragon so swiftly and violently they dont even remember themselves #it's more beast than it ever was person

[eldritchmoms]

BG3 starter for @luxsclaris!

"Congratulations," he announced, walking up to the impromptu but suspiciously well-stocked trading post tucked into the corner of the ruins. "Your transport crew are no longer puking their guts out. Or they won't be, by morning."

Roah looked up at him, a sharp, calculating look in her eye.

"That a guarantee?" She challenged. "Other half of the payment's going to wait until I got proof they can move out on time."

Ren shrugged. "I said you could have healing quick or cheap. You chose cheap. You get what you pay for. And since I haven't only treated half your crew, I think I'm owed the full amount. After all," his expression shifted smoothly from negotiation to a knowing smile, "When was the last time I let you down?"

The halfling woman narrowed her eyes at him, and Ren held her gaze. There was more she wanted out of him that she wouldn't risk losing over a simple deal. But they both had appearances to keep up, one or way or the other. A Zhentarim leader did not look weak in negotiations. But if they could make themselves appear fair, they'd sieze it.

Roah's stance shifted and she gave him a familiar look, the one that said we're all friends here, friend with an undercurrent of knives in the dark.

"Got to say you've been reliable where it counts," she said with a quirk of the lips that passed as a smile. "If you need a little persuading, take this." She produced a vial. "A sample. Check the quality. You get the rest when my men are up and moving."

He took the vial and held it up to the flickering torchlight for a moment. Somewhere between that and his empty hand dropping back to his side, it disappeared.

"You've got a deal."

[dcvourhcpe]

@luxsclaris​ asked

The Queen called to her child. Apparently, she was only allowed one in this strange realm-- every time she laid an egg, it disappeared, and she had given up hope of a colony. But there was this one, and she would cherish them.

It perks up at the call, soothing and demanding in its mind, and quickly scurries to find their Queen. It is not long before it is before her and chitters at her, looking up at her considering their size difference. Once close enough it laces itself around her legs and crooning, not really caring it is acting more like a larvae than the warrior it is.

#call to trial | ANSWER #luxsclaris #dcvourhcpe #the alien | XENOMORPH

[judgcmcnt]

Bless This One With Thine Kiss | Open

@luxsclaris​

😘  from one pyramid head to another

Another of his kind, he cannot find it within himself to be irritated with such. Not when the other displays no intentions to fight. If anything he is....friendly given the lack of a proper term. Still though the Red God watches the other Pyramid Head on his approach, lifting the nose of his helmet to scent him, and just as his posture is his scent holds no aggression either. What was he doing here then? Surely he would not be coming so close without--

Oh.

The Executioner’s thoughts are broken by the gentle scrape of metal against metal, the other punisher’s helmet pushing against his own. It takes him a moment to react, but he pushes just as gently back, rumbling as well.

What a surprise. A pleasant one, but a surprise nonetheless.

#answered prayers | ANSWER #luxsclaris #judgcmcnt #bleed in repentance | DEAD BY DAYLIGHT

[sinnhelmingr]

💋 gib kees to Pitch // @luxsclaris​

The stars themselves landed in his eyes.

Or, more accurately, the void beyond them swallowed some constellation whole, strung them just beneath his lashes. What a beautiful warning they made. What an enticing threat. The quicksilver had ever suited him, solitary in their shade and depth.

Still, those moments when they flash gold pulled her in, two magnets clicking from whatever distance existed before.

Silver to gold, snarls to curls, ash to flame, there’s such dichotomy to his existence now. Every reclaimed memory summoned a ghost back to flesh. Were she a better friend to him, she might have been more innocent about it all. Seraphina was his mirror, in those moments that his past life flickered into being. There was little wonder why his wife had chosen him. Yet, these weren’t Hel’s thoughts.

Her fingers were so pale against his knuckles. She watched his mouth still, the downward angle of his stare. For a moment, he was the companion she has always known. In the next, he was a remnant of empires that had died in the long, ancient dark.

The sole, selfish thought that existed for her was how wretchedly she wished to ensnare that man. Her spine cracked, stirred from its frozen pose before the flame, as it stretched towards him. A small hand unfolded against his, the weight of her palm lighter even than her lips.

There was a hell in his mouth, a reminder of what he was. The taste of darkness proved impossible to explain, though she had known it before. It had never been so intimate. So she pushed back against it for the brief moment she locked herself against him. His lips were salt-rough, or perhaps chapped by stardust.

The instant he moved, she refused him. Drawing back a safe distance, as if the spread of rug between them were a wall, she looked back to the flames. He would have questions. He would, perhaps, have a rebuke for her.

Whatever followed, she didn’t need to break the silence. Her actions had spoken for themself. She only wished she understood the language had poured out of her strange desire.

#luxsclaris #tap at my window maybe i might let you in [PITCH/HEL]