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very quietly ( finally ) added ethan chandler back to the roster; his carrd is very bare bones but it's all i had time for jisfdjs. i am going to restart my rewatch of penny dreadful bc i fell off that wagon in the middle of my move so i can properly fill in the blanks again 🩶

#ooc. #time to get my heart broken again!!!

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luca, my darling friend, i know i said it in voice note already, but HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BIRTHDAY TWIN! I love you very much and I'm so happy that we found each other. I hope you have an incredible day, and a wonderful year!!!!

if you don't, i have your back either way 💛

still not over the fact that we're like best pals and share a birthday like ... in what universe does that happen? you're a light in my life and i adore you for it my friend – may you have a beautiful birthday as well, and i hope it yields you a wonderful year till the next one!! and if it doesn't, likewise – i've got u ❤️

#fatalhymn #query / ooc. #i don't usually publish ooc asks but fjdsj for posterity's sake bc #this is so sweet 😭

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Some might appreciate the barrage of questions, but Aerendyl can't be counted amongst that demographic. His face lights up by an increment with each question asked, until he at length erupts into laughter—far too boisterous for this setting, yet all the more demonstrative of his appreciation as such. His eyes shut for a moment, a palm resting on his stomach as he drinks in the moment. When he comes to, he hesitates not and reaches for Serana's hands, intent on gently coaxing her fingers from her mouth.

❛  Not at all. That was delightful.  ❜ His touch persists for a moment, feeling some of his warmth sap from him, and letting it happen. ❛  Yes, I'm from the Earth Plane,  ❜ he nods then, slowly relinquishing his gentle hold. ❛  The area I spent most of my time in was called Sandfall—and that name already describes what it looks like. There's this perpetual column of fine mithril falling down, down, down, and Lady Sunnis' fortress built around it. Beyond the city ... lots of caves and subterranean networks; high, jagged cliffs lined with ore lodes and crystalline mountain tops; deserts made of metallic dust ...  ❜

He catches himself mid-gesture, his hand extending out before him, slowly sweeping as if covering the broad stroke of the landscape on an invisible canvas. ❛  To get to any of the Elemental Planes, you can take a few paths as far as I'm aware—elemental vortexes, spells ... travelling between any of them, once you're there, is a lot easier; just like crossing a border on this plane, in a sense.  ❜ His hands fall back into his lap, fingers interlinking. Now he's rambling, but he only thinks it fitting, given Serana's curiosity. ❛  I came here through a vortex. I travelled with a caravan, which took me to the Spine of the World, a ways north of here. The ones leading to and from the Earth Plane are prone to move, though, which makes going home ... tricky.  ❜

she's a picture of rapt attention. even when he passes the book back , it's only her body's instinct that allows her to reach for it and gently place it off to the side. the information he gifts her she virtually licks from his fingers , wanting every morsel. " dust and magma ?? " is her only response initially. whole other worlds , other planes just like coldharbour. ( and you saw nothing of it , save for the beaches that led to your gods domain , a haunting fortress of soul-tied brick and mortar. ) crimson eyes look upon him in near-reverence. such a cloistered girl - her court filled with mer and mortal alike , but none such as aerendyl. and so the dam shattered.

" you're of earth , yes ?? what does it look like ?? are they connected together like doors you could pass through ?? or more like roads and paths you have to travel ?? how is it that you're able to travel ?? do you just think it and it happens or is there a process , maybe alchemical ?? " there's a shift in his expression that makes her stop. makes her realize she is in fact rambling and could be , in fact , as many have told her , becoming overbearing.

the tips of marble fingers lift to her mouth , as if she had to physically keep the words from continuing to waterfall out of her. an overflowing well of desperate attempts to form some sort of connection. " i'm sorry. oh that was too much. . . "

#cldhrbour #❛ thread / aerendyl. #❛ setting / forgotten realms. #❛ subsetting / baldur's gate 3. #❛ timeline / act 1. #JSDFJSDJ no when /i/ get /you/!!!! #this got SO good so fast AAAA #anyway don't feel like you need to match this JSDFJS he just decided to answer her every question!!!

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Lionheart — how fitting, Aerendyl thinks, for lion-hearted he is indeed, in more than just one sense of the word. Tav faces not only foes on the battlefield with the bravery a surname such as that would innately imply, but he faces himself. There, as well as off the battlefield, when facing himself, or even just his reflection while cleaning the blood off his face downriver, he must be brave. As far as Aerendyl can tell, he has been.

He might not have been sitting here tonight if that hadn't been the case. ❛  Hm. Do you think slowing down on getting to know yourself is an option at all? Just to a degree that'll let you ... not feel that way; to help you regain some balance.  ❜

A brief pause later, his expression shifts — another ( hopefully better ) idea just struck him. ❛  Or keep it simple. Like ... what food do you enjoy these days? What's your favourite colour?  ❜

Tav paused to ponder over Aerendyl's question, frowning in concern. He did feel a strong connection with Helm, even though he couldn't explain why. Helm was the God of guardians and protectors, and He could help Tav to focus on his task, which was to protect the innocent. The paladin aura of protection was also a good reason why Tav believed Helm was watching over him. Every time he found himself in a bad situation, especially regarding control, he felt that aura engulfing him, even if it was subtle.

"I... just started worshipping him." He confessed, giving the man a confused expression. Yes, he just started worshipping Helm, so why did he feel like it had been a long time of devotion and worship? "It doesn't feel like it's recent, though. Maybe I used to worship him in the past, but I can't say for certain."

That damn amnesia of his -- sometimes he felt lucky that he forgot the atrocities he did, but at the same time, he felt lost and aching for a history, a past. "I recently recalled my surname too. Lionheart. It doesn't mean anything to me, or any of the others... unfortunately. And I don't recall any Baldurian family with that name, at least any paladin ones." He was from Baldur's Gate, that he could confirm, even if he didn't remember.

"Maybe... maybe my family isn't from Baldur's Gate, then?" His expression saddened a little. Faerûn was huge, it would be hard to find out more about his past by only using his surname. Releasing a deep sigh, Tav pursed his lips in disappointment. "The more I try to know myself, the more I feel like I'm sinking into a deep hole."

#devotedhero #❛ thread / aerendyl. #❛ setting / baldur's gate 3. #❛ timeline / act 1.

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@silverforgcd / source

He knows, all right—or does he? There's a difference between knowing a given fact, and how it came to be that way. He wants more on the latter. ❛  I do, actually,  ❜ and not for any sick pleasure of watching her relive trauma. Sick, even if he'd be all too happy to see anyone he dislikes walk themselves through the worst times of their life—but not Allison. He'd protect her from all of that, if only he felt it was his place to do so.

But it isn't—her ability to shoulder the burden is hers, just as the burden itself is. He's made the mistake of taking it from one loved by him before, and what a mistake that was ... ❛  Maybe the better question to ask is how it happened, then.  ❜ He leans onto the counter now, the urge to follow her around it going ignored—for the moment. ❛  Tell me?  ❜

#silverforgcd #❛ thread / kaneziel. #❛ setting / occult. #❛ timeline / modern day. #i am a weak man ... i could not resist 😩

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Who is she, anyway? What are the odds of finding an actually helpful stranger in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere? What's her motive? He can't prevent the split-second contortion of his expression; something resembling a squint takes his features in that moment. Now she's asking for his reason to be here? Could be idle curiosity ... or not. He'll treat it as the former, while preparing for the worst.

❛  I'm, uh ... lookin' for someone? Honestly, I'm afraid you'll think I've got a few screws loose if I tell you — and I wouldn't blame ya.  ❜ That is to say: he doesn't even think he believes in what he was told, himself. That just goes to show what being at one's wit's end does to a person. ❛  Somethin' about "findin' the fox" for the answers I'm lookin' for. Which out of the hundreds of foxes most likely wanderin' this forest — and why a fox? Beats me!  ❜ He abruptly pauses, clearing his throat. ❛  You? Campin' nearby, somehow lookin' ... not-at-all dishevelled while at it?  ❜

　 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 - 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 ? 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞, 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 ; 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. and thus she now leans back, dedicating one last crestfallen glance to the poor vegetables before shifting her attention towards him ▬▬ for being someone who can't properly cook a simple meal, he certainly has quite the sharp tongue on his side ( and she has to wonder, oh, what kind of sounds will that same tongue gift her with, once she makes a feast out of him ? ) .

despite her rather judgmental expressionism, there is the glint of shameless curiosity in the depth of golden eyes. ❝ you don't sound like the sort of person who might enjoy the thrills of camping ... so, why are you here ? ❞ she knows not how many boundaries she is crossing with her questions, but even if she knew, that sort of awareness would not be enough to quieten her tongue. ❝ since we are already sharing the burnt vegetables, we might as well exchange secrets. ❞

#vulpesse #❛ thread / v. #❛ setting / occult. #❛ timeline / modern day. #prithee ... take pity on the city dweller

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Chungking Express 重慶森林 (1994) dir. Wong Kar Wai

#❛ bond / v & so mi: don’t let me get away ( enypneon ). #be still my beating heart ... 😭 #i'd play a whole ass dlc dedicated to their post-game timeline honestly!!!

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honestly i'm not over dd2!aphanarû ... god damn

#ooc. #i'm playing on geforce now bc macbook and no access to my desktop for a few months but !!! WHEW #mr mans ... MRRRR MANS ... #anyway quick sc of one of the 3 cutscenes in game bc the game's photo mode is absolutely abysmal LMAOOO

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VAMPIRE HUNTER D: BLOODLUST (2000)

#❛ aesthetic / alicia florrick. #😞

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He remembers every word she recites, start to finish. By extension, he reasons, a figment of his imagination would therefore remember it, too. A rogue trace of her person on the chip likewise could've just as easily overheard him and stored his words — or maybe even now be lying to him on the spot.

So, to what extent should he entertain his paranoia? When will it do more harm than good? He has half a mind to head back outside and ask the nearest rando if they can see her, too. He just might before the night's over.

For now, he finds himself all too easily swept up and away by So Mi's assertion: 'It's me; I'm real.' He isn't sure why exactly that moves him so, especially in the face of the mistrust he's been cultivating ever since he landed himself in this mess. Maybe it's the fact that if he'd just take her word for it, despite what that got him in the past ( fuck all ), that would mean she came back for real — for him? Could that really be?

It seems unlikely, but he doesn't have time to really consider it. Her hand approaches and before he can think to lean away from it ( for which he'll blame the bootleg hooch he's been throwing back the past few hours ), a jolt of pain shoots through his cheek. It's just sharp enough to at least imply he's not dreaming, either.

Grinning lopsidedly, V briefly looks at her other hand, its fingers still twined with his. ❛  Ugh. Yeah, I felt that. I'll forego askin' you to throw a proper punch to really convince me.  ❜ He lifts his gaze back to her — up, up, up, until it finds those amber-streaked hues opposite to his.

His stare lingers there for a good stretch of time, the silence between them made bearable only by the pulsing of the pitched kick drum from the tunes played just beyond the door. He wants to hug her then and there, but the part of him that still nurses that sense of betrayal holds fights that urge, kicking and screaming. These two elements of him, the sentimental and the bitter, would each sooner tear him in two than relent.

It comes down to making a deliberate choice, then: choosing the grudge over forgiveness, or vice versa? Is he capable of truly committing to either? Maybe the choice doesn't need to be all that consequential right now — maybe, it's just a matter of putting one foot in front of the other; of throwing his arms around her and for now, at least, taking comfort in the return of a presence he once found such solace in, after having lost her and so many others of that same calibre.

So there goes his booted foot in front of the other, his metallic arm no sooner slinging about her middle. He still doesn't have the heart to wrest free his other hand, the one made of skin and bones; the one that's warm to the touch, at least. ( This forwardness, too, he'll blame on the booze, for what other excuse does a guy that prides himself on his reserved nature have? ) His chin comes to rest on her shoulder, the desire to burrow his face into the crook of her neck, that specific brand of closeness, going painfully ignored. ❛  —— How are you here? Why?  ❜

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐝, speaking no longer feels like a strain and they are in their cosy space of AWKWARD DRIVEL. so mi cannot find it in herself to let go of v's hand just now. its weight like an anchor in her hand ─ as if dropping his wrist meant he would be pulled back into the crowd. nowhere to be found. lost. a million things crossed her mind and still, she could not grab one thought as a candidate for a satisfying answer.

then suddenly, so mi's shy eyes are glazed by their familiar confident glint once more. » showed you my special place, tranquil terrace, didn't i? we talked a little about brooklyn. « truth is she could have spent the whole night with v then, distracting herself from the tacit countdown carved into the back of her brain, WHILE v and so mi prepared themselves for their first heist together.

» hmm, no, that's not what you meant. something i know but you don't... that proves i am who i am ─ a riddle was not on my list of things i expected you to say when we'd meet again. « she takes in the cramped room with the club lights framing the door. » before you sent me off to the moon you said ─ 'get that feelin', too, sometimes. drop everything, leave it all behind ... wouldn't that be nice.' « her gaze meets his in search of a twitch or SOMETHING ELSE to reveal recognition. maybe v believed her unconscious when he had spoken but that is exactly why she is sure they have been shared with a purpose. she had breathed them in to internalise the verdict of their future and there it is, v cannot know that she has heard him. plus, they had been alone, no one else could have stolen and claimed his words.

without v so mi would have remained in the invisible shackles of her misled teenage judgment. now she has her second chance ─ to be better, to do better. v has placed his trust in her and so mi considers it her duty to prove him right.

a sigh bruises the air between them in an attempt to calm the pace of her blood. questions like 'how bad is it? what are your symptoms? how much time do we have left?' are swallowed for the moment. » it's me. i'm real, v. « the flood of memories grows the longer so mi lingers in the past, a single tide wrapping itself around her heart, squeezing. she may not be able to change their past but she is determined to regain power over the years to come.

with the tip of two fingers so mi traps and pulls at a bit of skin from v's cheek, putting a little pressure to the touch. » felt that? or should i aim somewhere else? «

#enypneon #❛ thread / v. #❛ setting / cyberpunk. #❛ timeline / 2077. #will i ever shut up when writing replies for this thread? #no 🩶 #i am a simple man ... i see a sov reply and i swan dive into it 😩 #AAAAA

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might rework my muse list a little in the upcoming days just to make getting back in the swing of things a little easier 🫶🏼 ( meaning i'll remove 1 or 2 muses most likely but still hang on to their carrds in case i wind up in the right headspace to write them again in the future! )

#ooc. #might at sylvan back and give him a fantasy verse ... maysmaps ..... #i love my aswang son

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Aerendyl leans around Tav to inspect the scar — albeit only in passing, not seeking to pry into matters he likely shouldn't. The blond wisps of hair obscure most of what he can see, anyway, and at present, he doesn't have the heart to press on about the scar. Something tells him going further down this line of thought will at best trigger a colossal headache, and at worst, events that could pan out poorly for more people than Tav alone.

So he veers back to his earlier position, a little less than an arm's length away from the other. He stays there, despite the fear Tav's words should perhaps inspire — losing control, or the fear of it at least, perhaps should do so, but more than slight apprehension, he doesn't feel. Not now, at least.

❛  I appreciate your trust in me,  ❜ the druid commences with a sigh, a pitiful frown crossing his face as he lowers his chin towards his chest some. ❛  When it happens, do you feel it coming on? Is there time for you to come find me, or anyone else, to help ... protect you from yourself, as well as the others?  ❜

Tav tried his best to recall any face or a name from his past, but the more he tried, the more his head hurt. Nothing came to his empty mind, as if everything had been vanished. However, almost intuitively he brought a hand to the back of his head, where a huge scar was. Tav had touched it many times before, he figured that was the work of a really sharp dagger, though completely healed now. Whatever happened, he didn't remember.

"Maybe this scar has something to do with it?" A pause as he released a frustrated sigh. "I'm sorry, I'm not helping much... I can't remember a single thing from my past. I tried, really." He was growing impatient with the lack of progress, upset at himself for not trying hard enough.

"My head hurts a lot, but I don't want to sleep. I wouldn't have confessed this to anyone but... I'm scared, Aerendyl. Scared of hurting someone again, especially you. I'm sorry if I sound so desperate and impatient... it's just... I don't want to lose control of myself again."

#devotedhero #❛ thread / aerendyl. #❛ timeline / act 1. #❛ subsetting / baldur's gate 3.

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the data science stuff i'm working on doesn't even rlly have anything to do with what v gets up to but it's making me ride the v brainwave even harder rn so icon change to feature half of his face at least 🩶

#ooc. #also i am Sorry for how quiet i've been; #i've been goin through it tbh fjsdkfj. the past half year's worth of anxiety etc. has caught up to me and some work stuff has rlly #kicked my ass mentally so atp i'm just kinda doing what i can to keep myself afloat #which unfortunately doesn't leave me w a lot of energy to socialise / a lot of ??? gusto to chitchat if it's not abt a v select few topics #anyway i'm alive and kickin and italy at least has been LOVELY so far so i'm going on walks to enjoy my surroundings #and just try to Here – like 'in my body' ( the dissociation has been so real buddies i'm ngl ) #i adore u guys and i'll be back to my more chatty self once i feel a bit better / have an idea of what my work future will look like 🫶🏼 #tag rant // #mental health // #dissociation //

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That's a tall order for a guy that's way out of his depth, out in the damned wilds. He shakes his head before actually responding. ❛  Uh, no. I didn't bring enough water to be able to afford boilin' potatoes. Figured the grilled veggies would do, but fuck me, I guess,  ❜ he goes on to shrug. He's always lacked a filter when it comes to casually dropping the F bomb. Other types of filters, he has an abundance of.

It's those very ones that propel him into a cloud of embarrassment. ❛  Honestly, I was just goin' to ... be here for a night, a part of the mornin', and then leave again. Didn't feel necessary to bring half a grocery store's worth of food with me.  ❜ A sheepish shrug ensues, though he's quick to correct his attitude. ❛  Thanks, though. Really. This whole night just ... hasn't gone the way I anticipated — which, ironically enough, I was told to expect.  ❜

　 𝐨𝐡, 𝐢𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 - 𝐟𝐨𝐱 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. and thus she laughs, a dulcet and mellifluous sound that now reverberates between them like the chiming of golden bells, subtly embellished by a sharper edge at the end of each lovely note ▬▬ a trickster's laughter. without waiting for his invitation, ahri saunters forward in order to kneel right beside him: the poor vegetables are observed for the briefest moment before she nonchalantly places them within a nearby bowl. their exterior has grown black and slightly more crispy than it should, but she has lived long enough to know how to swiftly fix such childish mistakes. her gaze finds him once more, not yet does she allow her mischievous expressionism to fade away ; instead, it merely seems to become even more evident with each passing second. ❝ mmmh, do you have some fresh potatoes with you ? they're the secret to saving any burnt dish. ❞

with a careful finger, the vixen begins to idly peel away the burnt layer from what little remains of once green zucchinis and still steaming onions. beneath the faint smell of smoke, the scent of the vegetables remains rather appetizing, which means that they may hopefully still be salvaged. ❝ do you also have a pan ? we'll need it to mix these vegetables with the potatoes. ❞

#vulpesse #❛ thread / v. #❛ setting / occult. #❛ timeline / modern day. #him: i was warned and yet i feel Unprepared

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The mention of Alfira shocks him into being alert — and perhaps that's what he needed. There's a lot at stake here, perhaps most of all for those around Tav. It all just seems so off, though; feels so off. The dissonance between knowing he should be on his guard and feeling quite comfortable around the other is akin to the friction between nails and the black board they're dragging across.

Notwithstanding the incongruence between these two starkly different realities that Tav appears to navigate, Aerendyl's care for him remains unchanged. Perhaps this is even the case because of the ill fit between what appears to be Tav's character and the atrocities he committed that night, and who knows at what other times.

When the question is redirected at him, he breaks free from his circular thoughts. Between searching for the right words and actually speaking them, he starts pulling the bands from his hair, freeing it steadily.

❛  Perhaps it isn't about a god, no,  ❜ Aerendyl concedes, eyeing Tav's expression for a good moment. ❛  I communicate with nature in quite a number of ways. There's little I do that doesn't somehow involve it — from meditation to the spells I cast, to the deliberate choice not to wear shoes a lot of the time. Meditation was how I started, though, though I wonder if prayer would not fill that role for you. How deep does your dedication to Helm run, truly?  ❜

"I just wonder what the Hells happened in my past that my Oath was never activated until now. And... by the thoughts I have and the actions I did against Alfira, well... I can imagine how horrible I was as a person." That was the only explanation it could explain the gap of his Oath. Now, why he used to be such a terrible person? Tav wouldn't know. He clearly felt disgusted by the gore in his head, and the image of a butchered Alfira in front of him.

Tav shook his head, giving Aerendyl a shrug. "It's fine... I don't even know Helm much. I just decided to choose him as my God for now." Paladins didn't necessarily needed divine pacts to have their Oaths active; some did it by only wishing to protect their family, for instance. Shadowheart was a cleric, so it was natural that she would be closer to Shar. As for Gale, he used to sleep with a Goddess, an uncommon routine.

It didn't help that Tav couldn't remember a single thing. Why did he take the Oath of Devotion? Was it because of a God? His family? Or simply because of the goodness of his heart? Nausea nearly made him throw up again at those thoughts -- him? Good? No, he was made to be evil, to kill, maim, butcher, murder...

He suddenly shook his head, cold sweat sliding down his face abundantly. Focus on the question, Tav. "I did talk to them about it... but again, I couldn't understand well. I know Helm is looking after me, somehow. But it's nothing compared to Shadowheart and Shar. As for Gale, well... he still feels Mystra around." A pause as he looked up at Aerendyl. "What about you and Nature? How do you communicate with it? Perhaps this isn't about a God."

#devotedhero #❛ thread / aerendyl. #❛ timeline / act 1. #❛ subsetting / baldur's gate 3.

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@silverforgcd

#❛ bond / kane & allison: to sit between comfort and chaos ( silverforgcd ). #literally AJSFJDA

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Wild roses

#❛ aesthetic / charles smith. #❛ aesthetic / aerendyl.