#λ::|| the protector | bg3!kassandra

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Kassandra at camp in the BG3 verse, just bragging about past exploits as an Aasimar fighter:

She just keeps going...

and going...

#Λ::|| the protector | bg3!kassandra #τ::|| bg3

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i want the k / for either evie, bg3 kristen, or diana

μ::|| meme: kiss roulette | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @torntruth | kristen/bg3 verse

23. A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances

After such an exciting first meeting and washing the blood and viscera off by the river below, eventually retiring to the welcoming warmth of a crackling fire and a newly opened bottle of dwarven honey mead. The aasimar was easily welcomed to the camp, having proved herself in battle and she immediately warms herself up to their leader, the tiefling with the piercing green eyes, sharing a drink and tales of past exploits. Kassandra knew immediately that she liked her, the fiery spirit, the bluntness of her words, and the sharpness of her blade.

She doesn't even notice when they're about four drinks in, a piece, the carafe having nary a drop left inside. But it's a good feeling, a nice buzz, she isn't as quick to drunkenness as some of the other races. Her mind flits back to words spoken earlier, that initial first exchange. Oh, it had been a tempting prospect then and an even more tantalizing one now as her eyes fall on the tiefling's lips, still slick with honey mead as the fire's lights danced across her features. All she has to do is just lean in, one more taste of mead now that her cup was dry.

Without another thought, her hand finds Kristen's jawline and moves her head to face her, eager lips already awaiting the green-eyed tiefling. Maybe it is the mead talking, or maybe she's been wanting to do this since she first laid eyes on her earlier that day, all she knows is the mead tastes even sweeter on her lips than it did in her cup, and if she could, she'd spend the entire rest of the night being drunk on her flavor.

#λ::|| the protector | bg3!kassandra #τ::|| kristen durus #τ::|| bg3 #λ::|| faerun #torntruth #μ::|| there's another goat? | memes #kass is just like oh i hope that was more than just a sly remark earlier.

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Kassandra Agiad, aasimar fighter. Baldur's Gate 3 Verse.

#Λ::|| the protector | bg3!kassandra #edits mine #bless the mods for this game to give me a good look for aasimar kass

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They just transformed, and gods there’s a burst of energy again. Quickly the werewolf starts to run around with excitement, excited to be in camp and hunt soon with their beloved. Eivor quickly notices Kassandra and zooms towards her with ears pinned back. Yes, they want to give her big kisses. // awoo zoomies

θ::|| @wolfkcst

The aasimar had only just started to settle for the night, armor laid out upon the training dummy, her staff resting in front of her as she was about to settle into meditations. Unfortunately, she had forgotten what night it was, that the moon hung high in the sky, full and brimming with light. It wasn't until she heard the sounds of Eivor shifting that her eyes shot open. Shit. Some protector she was, she wanted to keep Eivor and the others safe, but she couldn't do that if she couldn't even remember when the full moon was.

It's in that moment that she realized that Eivor had spotted her at her tent and clearly had intentions to rush her. The aasimar stood, golden wings spreading as she moved quickly away from her tent and any others who may get in the way. "Eivor, calm. Calm down!"

#λ::|| the protector | bg3!kassandra #τ::|| eivor varinsdottir #τ::|| bg3 #λ::|| faerun #wolfkcst #omg eivor no!

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❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜ / from karlach

μ::|| meme: &. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬. | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @torntruth | karlach

The aasimar has only been settled in the camp for a few days after meeting in the mountain pass. She settled well enough, unused to traveling in a party but there was unease with some of the members of the camp. Some had leaned to a more wicked persuasion but seemed to mostly keep in line with the rest of the party. People, she had come to find, were never so black and white, and she should judge them individually instead of based on what they were.

"Then do not think. Tonight is for resting, plans and worries can be saved for when we move again." Maybe it is easier for her to say, she isn't the one with a tadpole rummaging through her brain. Kassandra excuses herself for a moment before going to her tent. A moment later she walks out with a bottle she had pilfered from an abandoned building along the route. "Perhaps a drink can ease your mind?"

#λ::|| the protector | bg3!kassandra #τ::|| karlach #τ::|| faerun #λ::|| the sword coast #torntruth #yessss let's go