@selunaris asked : ❛ will you please slow down a little? ❜
"hells," he grumbled beneath labored breath. he was trying to get the fuck out of this place, as quickly as his feet could carry him, and he didn't need some whining little pup trailing after him — most especially not the one who'd gotten him in this mess to begin with. zarys and the rest were dead by the hands of the cleric and her comrades, the shipment for which he was responsible taken into her possession, and who was going to have to answer for it all? not her.
oh, and the worst part? he didn't even have olly and his child-like foolishness to keep him entertained on the road. where in the nine hells was he even supposed to go now?
"leave me the fuck alone." rugan's voice was a low growl, and as he turned to face lunaris, his dominant hand deftly found the hilt of his dagger. "you've caused enough trouble at my expense. the least you could do is let me go my own way quietly. you owe me a hell of a lot more than that, but you can consider it a debt repaid."
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ARE YOU NOT COLD???
"The Black Hand of my God will keep me warm. Yes."
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🕙 rip
⌈ * send 🕙 to see how long raphael lasts in bed with your muse . ⌋
raphael got erectile dysfunction
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🥺🥺🥺
You are caught like a deer in the lamplight. Her eyes, as bright as the moon herself, catch you with a pitiful pout. All you said was no, yet she bats those big silver coins your way, and you are helpless but to obey. Damn elves and their big pretty eyes and stupid adorable pointed ears. It just wasn't fair.
"Mmm." Folding your arms in futile attempts to stand your ground, you groan,"Fine. Whatever it is you're wantin' t' do, I'll come with." If only to guarantee Luna's safe return. So you tell yourself.
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"I take it back. Your attitude needs work." >:|
❝ MY attitude ? i wont take 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒎 from those who havent lived long enough to watch gods DIE . ❞
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❛ i’ll be good, i promise. ❜ :3c
"You, Luna?"
The armoured priest was clearly amused by her promise, thumb gently circling the shape of her chin.
"To me, I have no doubt. But good in general?"
The secret of their intimacy was perhaps the most tickling part of it; to know that the others thought clerics to be holy beings, free of sin and impure thoughts, or at the very least less restrained by the bounds of desire than they were. But they knew their urges to tend to the contrary; such blind belief in their holiness only reinforced their pleasure in breaking the stereotype when they were together.
"You have a strong will; I believe you could. But not tonight."
His other hand nestled at her waist, fingers solidly anchored around her hip as he leaned in to press a kiss against her lips. This was only the first of many, however; soon enough the kisses trailed down her chin, her neck, the shape of her collarbone, down to the graceful curve of her breasts and her hardening nipple.
"Be good for me, still. Lay back, please."
There was nothing he loved more than going down on his partner. For their eyes to meet, her expression to reflect ecstasy as his own arousal grew, to learn every flick of the tongue and measured movement that accentuated the curve of her back. It was delightful.
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@selunaris asked : a kiss on the jawline. - for gale!!
such gentle intimacy ... it had been so long since he'd felt anything like it. in truth, gale wasn't entirely sure what to do with himself in that moment. he had forgotten what it was like to exist in such a way with another individual, and now that lunaris had taken it upon herself to remind him, he was at a loss. he didn't show it, however; without thought, muscles tugged mouth in a gentle grin, hand idly reached so fingertips could brush against the area kissed. it seemed his body remembered how to respond better than his mind did.
"not entirely sure what i did to deserve that, but would you be opposed if i were to return the kindness?"
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boops his nose
Puts his whole hand on her forehead and shoves her away.
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gently headbutts his arm.
At first, he's simply puzzled, grinning and tilting his head as he peers down at Luna. Vigor was always more of a dog person, but the gesture isn't lost on him entirely. ❝What is it? Do you want to curl up on my lap?❞ He adds playfully with a little chuckle.
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Luna points at his lap. "Is this seat taken?" ;3
@selunaris || unprompted
It was during their brief respite when the lot returned to camp to reassemble the party and ferret about for provisions that Astarion took to coating his arrows in drow poison. Upon the lady's approach, only his eyes shifted up to meet her stare.
No doubt a nod towards his earlier attempt at wooing her a little.
"Well, unless you count the quiver and a handful of arrows, I wouldn't say it is, no..." Trailing off, the pale elf's crimson stare studied Luna from her lips to her sandals. His line of focus on the former flagrant and every bit immodest. "But judging by the nature of our little tête-à-tête earlier today, I suppose it's about to become."
An open invitation punctuated by the removal of said quiver and arrows from his lap.
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a kiss on the nose for nihil? :3
Surprise crossed his features, a few blinks breaking his stare before it was permanently broken by him averting his eyes. "...Right."
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13. for one muse to distract the other from getting ready by kissing/groping them
Morning after starters || Accepting!
Stirred from your sleep from the swish of fabric brushing together. Opening your eyes, you see the curved outline of Luna's body getting ready in the distance. Pulling her robes over the soft, supple skin, you took much delight in sinking your teeth and other things into last night. It is a shame to see it concealed so quickly. Distracted in her task, you silently find your way behind her. You smell the Selûnite magic that lingers on her skin, as your cold lips press into her neck. Your hands, strong and firm, work their way up her body.
"Leavin' me already?" You kiss the ends of her pointed ears, and your words growled low into them. From her hips, your fingers press down into the soft, sweetly bruised flesh of he thighs. The ends of your nails brush up her stomach, moving up to cup each of her warm breasts into your hands through her robes. Pulling her close against you, you kiss and bite into the flesh just under her ear, along her jaw. You purr low into her ear, an audible smirk on your face, "You're sure?"
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@selunaris sent: 👀 durante? from Send 👀 to walk in on my muse naked
There was just something incredibly nice about laying in the sun, naked. It was relaxing, calming, and a way to just enjoy it. Also it did give his skin a really nice warm purple tone he enjoyed.
The sound of footsteps drew his attention. He rolled onto his side, resting his cheek on his hand. A smirk came to his features as he saw who had come upon him in this state.
"What's the better, never seen a tiefling penis before?"
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"Perhaps I could... braid your hair? Tie it back for you? It looks like it might get in the way or tangled if you leave it loose..." :( want to touch!!!
theres a breif softness of his features , 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 , her little hands working on his ends . the 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑 he'd make before a meeting of the war counsel , going through the smalls of his hair . he has to be 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 - these TERRIBLE braids would need to be brushed out again and again . the tug at his 𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 . he missed it ? was antilia ever that sweet ? she was better BEHAVED . those braids 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 him .
❝ you do not have PERMISSION . lay a hand on my hair , and suffer 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒆 . ❞
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"Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back." 🥺
@selunaris ⇢ flirty prompts
" Just borrow? " He smiles, and it’s an easy thing, warm if not weighted. " See, I don’t like t’keep tabs. Too much work, too many things keepin’ space in my head as it is. "
And he saunters closer; he reaches up, fingers alight on her cheek. It’s a gentle touch, truly, even if those fingers are long roughened by sword and work. " I prefer to just give. An’, well, if you want to give back, that’s your choice. "
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@selunaris said: "If you and I were socks, we'd make a great pair."
💬🥀 — The demon gazes down at her, arms folded rather formally but comfortably behind his back, jawless skull tilted ever so slightly as he listens to what it was she'd wanted to say. Honestly, he'd expected business or perhaps even a divulgence of her day or even her worries. It wasn't often that Luna came out with something like this, but when she did, he couldn't help but find it funny rather than annoying. Now if Astarion did it.... well... Yes, he might find it annoying.
And so, it is not a sigh but rather a laugh that escapes Artemis. It's a low, gentle tinkling thing; jovial in his amusement. "... Very cute." He simply murmurs, nodding the once to her.
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