copper and flame —

ship : ketheric x lithana. rating : explicit. words : 4005.

In the dark, she became a cluster of embers. 

She became still-glowing coal nestled within the shadow of a banked fire, with a tangle of orange hair bound loosely at the nape of her neck and the steady throb of her holy symbol’s light nestled against the relief of her collarbone. Color bled from all else once the sun hid behind the skirts of the horizon, but somehow, she retained a bit of pigment – in her hair, in her cheeks, in her lips. When all else became shallow and tinted in hazy blues, she glowed .

Her trance stole her away for mere moments when compared to a full night’s rest, but during those precious few breaths of sleep, Ketheric watched her, drenched in an almost scholarly contemplation.

Leaning heavily upon his bent elbow, his bloodied eyes trailed over her from one end to another, traveling the length of her body both ways time and again. Outside of their shared, ramshackle quarters – a tent of threadbare fabric in a shade of pale, worn red, emblazoned with a careful sunburst and fringed with disorganized bundles of thread that had once been tassels – silence crossed the camp like a being all its own. It was a familiar sort of quiet, like warm fingertips against a partially open mouth.

Lithana shifted, exhaling almost fitfully. Her arm slid across her stomach to press instead between their bodies, her long-fingered hand tucking between their thighs. 

Before he could stop himself, Ketheric’s fingertips – not warm, barely familiar – brushed beneath the woman’s full bottom lip. She did not stir at the sudden pressure. She did not stir at all once she settled once more, her body brought close enough to his for him to feel the steady rise and fall of breath in her chest.

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a Shadowheart painting to test out some new brushes

𝐖𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓 / Luskar, a Savage Seawind belonging to Umberlee, Tempest Domain Cleric, High Elf, Chaotic Evil. Cold to the touch & tastes of salt.

copper and flame —

ship : ketheric x lithana. rating : explicit. words : 4005.

In the dark, she became a cluster of embers. 

She became still-glowing coal nestled within the shadow of a banked fire, with a tangle of orange hair bound loosely at the nape of her neck and the steady throb of her holy symbol’s light nestled against the relief of her collarbone. Color bled from all else once the sun hid behind the skirts of the horizon, but somehow, she retained a bit of pigment – in her hair, in her cheeks, in her lips. When all else became shallow and tinted in hazy blues, she glowed .

Her trance stole her away for mere moments when compared to a full night’s rest, but during those precious few breaths of sleep, Ketheric watched her, drenched in an almost scholarly contemplation.

Leaning heavily upon his bent elbow, his bloodied eyes trailed over her from one end to another, traveling the length of her body both ways time and again. Outside of their shared, ramshackle quarters – a tent of threadbare fabric in a shade of pale, worn red, emblazoned with a careful sunburst and fringed with disorganized bundles of thread that had once been tassels – silence crossed the camp like a being all its own. It was a familiar sort of quiet, like warm fingertips against a partially open mouth.

Lithana shifted, exhaling almost fitfully. Her arm slid across her stomach to press instead between their bodies, her long-fingered hand tucking between their thighs. 

Before he could stop himself, Ketheric’s fingertips – not warm, barely familiar – brushed beneath the woman’s full bottom lip. She did not stir at the sudden pressure. She did not stir at all once she settled once more, her body brought close enough to his for him to feel the steady rise and fall of breath in her chest.

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That old man should be grunting and sweating on top of me right now what the fuck

okay, four thousand words of ketheric x lithana fic FINISHED. i have no idea what happened today, but they possessed me. i blacked out and suddenly i had 4k words of some of the best smut i've ever written. ketheric thorm, my beloved.

known as "the lost rhindaun" in her homeland, mireene's early life is shrouded in mystery, though she was reported to have been raised among pirates. she would become known to history as the much-younger mysterious woman who appeared in baldur's gate on the arm of the adventurer randal cosantoir when he returned from his travels. some claimed she bewitched the patriar as one with possession of the powers of mind-control and entropy, though renowned for her wit and beauty in her own right; despite the whispers of her detractors, it is not believed she manipulated him cerebrally, though she would go on to employ such capabilities against rivals. while never confirmed, it was alleged she had been working as a courtesan when he met her; it would later be claimed "[síle cosantoir] was trained in the arts of both her parents," though it is unclear if this is the source of, or result of, the rumor. by all accounts, mireene quickly became a prominent and influential figure among the city's elite, often joining her new husband in his travels and forming connections across faerûn. they had two children, aodhan and síle, the latter securing their legacy of notoriety in the history of the coast. despite being officially unrecorded, mireene was known to her family and was keenly aware of her blood, reportedly keeping tenuous ties and sending her children to visit queen anais's court. she was later implicated in a plot to place her daughter on the throne of tethyr, a coup that, real or imagined, would lead to the fall of the patriar family cosantoir. it has been speculated that her very daughter she would have made queen is the one who revealed the plot against ysabel to her father's cousin, lander cadwell, in a bid to escape her fate. of síle, lander would later reportedly say ". . .she favored the father, but took after the mother."

— codex 003, la tour abolie.

1.5k words in. turns out, i am in fact doing it for her... because this entire thing so far has been ketheric absolutely losing himself in her. self-indulgence who?

don't really have the energy to write... want to write something absolutely filthy for ketheric x lithana... i have to do it for her...

don't really have the energy to write... want to write something absolutely filthy for ketheric x lithana... i have to do it for her...

One of my fave Isobel hcs <3

big man with big tits.

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oh! i should totally tell them about- *glances at my "am i being annoying" meter in the corner of my vision* ...i often find such peace in silent reflection 😌

so, how about that drink?

bonus bc it was too cute to not post....