@chth0nia said: "I know you'll be strong, and I know you'll be brave, but I want you to promise me you'll be careful."

❛❛  CAREFUL  is  practically  my  middle  name.  ❜❜     It's  said  with  a  grin  and  an  air  of  confidence  that  Zara  might  regret  later  (  if  things  go  wrong  )  but  for  the  time  being,  she's  riding  high  on  the  adrenaline  spike.     ❛❛  Besides,  it's  not  like  I'm  going  to  be  on  my  own.  You're  coming  with  me.  ❜❜     If  possible,  her  grin  only  widens  and  she  plants  her  hands  on  her  hips  while  looking  to  the  other.     ❛❛  I've  been  told  I  have  a  tendency  to  get  into  trouble  -  which  is  ridiculous  -  so  ...  you  should  come  along.  You  can  heal,  right?  ❜❜            

❛ they told me all of my cages were mental. ❜ shadowheart's gaze focuses out on the water as she squints just a bit. a bottle of wine is raised from the sand to her lips , a long sip drank from it a beat later. once she's swallowed , she sighs &* tips her head back to stare up at the pink sky. ❛ so i got wasted like all my potential. ❜ ▐ ✧ *   @chth0nia   / swiftie starter.

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“ they’re beautiful, andromeda, ” calloused fingers gently brush over delicate petals as the sea god takes in a slow, deep breath. the scent reminds him of something — an old perfume sally used to wear. there’s a longing that creeps back into his lungs as he moves to stand before dusting himself off, but he pushes past it. “ i know your mother is quite proud of you. ”

ANDROMEDAPRESLEY  .  .  .     ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare .

          he is safe.  intrinsically he knows this.  he's on the couch of andromeda's living room,  throw blanket tangled between his body and the cushions,  stella already wide awake in concern and laying like weights over his legs.  he didn't mean to scream  —  didn't even know he screamed during nightmares until he was told by andromeda years ago the first time he stayed over.  in the dark,  he sits up,  makes room for @chth0nia to sit beside him.  the weirdest thing...     "     it wasn't my nightmare,    "     he confesses quietly.  the dream was set in reality,  devastation and death and destruction that didn't belong to him.  it's not uncommon for demigods to have precogntive dreams,  but nothing about it felt his.  not the grief,  not the pressure in his chest.     "     hate to tell you this, annie,  but i think your place is haunted.     "

❧ ⸻ muse roulette starter for @chth0nia / Demeter & Andromeda !

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 ; as she approaches Andromeda, her daughter whom Demeter hasn't seen ( or even talked to ) in a long time. “ You have a very beautiful farm and it is prospering. ” She said to attract the young woman's attention but the goddess' tone of voice is sincere. Demeter loves farms, not just because she is the Goddess of the Harvest but because she has always preferred country life — away from the noisy cities that only give her a headache every time she has to go to one since the Industrial Revolution.

@chth0nia 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 ﹕ ❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜

astarion isn’t drunk at all , regardless of sipping a disgustingly cheap red straight from the bottle. it isn’t alcohol that offers a buzz. what he would give for an entire bear to drink right about now — that would certainly do the trick. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 , is andromeda , standing before him full of succulent blood coursing through her veins. blood that , if astarion plays his cards right , she might be willing to part with , if only enough to sate himself. and what does seem to have the druid down , anyway ? they’ve just rescued a druid grove from goblin cultists , and though astarion couldn’t really care less , he assumed andromeda would have.

❛ what’s with the sour face , darling ? this is supposed to be a celebration , although the wine begs to differ. i’d get more enjoyment out of an inebriated goblin , ❜ he says , somewhat contemptuously down at the bottle within his grasp. half - lidded , crimson hues shift from the bottle to the druid , settling upon her face to meet her gaze , ❛ what seems to be troubling that pretty little head of yours , hm ? ❜ there is a well - practiced sincerity within his charming tone of voice.

@chth0nia: ability check - nature ( 2 )

dusk falls - or so he can imagine, the evening skies blotted out in entirety by the lush canopy of trees overhead. it did little to improve the air of claustrophobic unease this encounter had evoked thus far, and shade had a feeling it was by design. the woman of the woods was a master of her craft. just as he had shaped his own kingdom in his image, so, it seemed, had she. living up to her name - earthshaker, they whispered, maker of mountains, sculptor of streams - the realms themselves seemed to quake with each passing step, the very vines that restrained him wrapping oh-so-lovingly around her ankles - as if expecting a treat.

❝ the restraints are hardly necessary, my lady. ❞ he moves to sketch a low bow, though his sentient shackles clearly have something against politeness. very well - he'll dispense with the platitudes. ❝ rumor has it you can sense the intent of any being to step foot in these woods. ❞ little truth could be gleaned about the forest's fated sleeper, whose command over these woods survived some of the realm's most ancient bloodlines. most of what he'd gathered was fact made fiction, the sort of bedtime stories told to frighten children into eating their greens ... but even the tallest of tales harnessed a bit of truth, didn't they? ❝ surely you can sense that mine carry no hint of malice. ❞

one-liner starter call, ft. rowan & andromeda / @chth0nia

“  i  just  thought  you'd  like  some  company.  ”

@chth0nia : ❝  i’m  not  asking  what  they  would  have  wanted.  i  want  to  know  what  you  want.  ❞ / a grin, honey-like and sharp and the small hint of a laugh came out of the goddess' mouth, barefeet walking through the gardens of the girl who carried the scent of flowers through skin. the tip of fingertips blessed even more the creations of her mother's child, the action lacking any affection ; for she was still burdened by the molds of her immortality, a jealous being in the beggining of all interactions. only later it would come, though beautiful it was to see it everytime it did ----- springs' love. were they kin, persephone wondered? pools of color coming up and down the figure of her half-sister. the question forced her to ponder, chest hurt. ❛   no one can escape the fates and their will. a fact that displeases most gods, though hubris keeps us quiet. ❜

the fates had ordered her existance when she was born. the child next to her would soon understand the same. a sigh left lips, ❛   i wanted to come and go as heart desires. i wanted to be praised, adored, feared and chanted, like in ancient eons. but i remain chained by two halves of myself --------- as do you, i suppose, half-blood. ❜ persephone giggled, sitting down the earth and touching it. a message, a ritual. she could heart it distantly ; the annoyance of the olympian, who watched as her children spoke to one another despite her orders to not do so. a silent look was an inviation for andromeda to sit down by her side. the current against the rocks, they could be.

❛   has mother displeased you yet? do not worry, she will. ❜

i have never been thus treated in my entire life.

PRIDE & PREJUDICE STARTERS: still accepting.

Well, with hope, she wouldn't be thus treated ever again.

Nearby, Gale, brows drawn, had watched it unfurl. Baldur's Gate had stunned her, supposedly, what with its sky-piercing towers of sweat and stone. It's no Waterdeep, of course, uncontested as she is as the crown of grandeur, but for a creature more a fey more a daightee, of the forest, well, this is grand enough. There are raucous taverns. There lay dizzying markets. There stands an ensemble of eateries with the most sumptuous of foods, and everywhere, the city wafts plentifully with wineries and ocean. Simply put, towards one's host of senses, she strikes hard...

...but unfortunately, she remains at the heart of her just a city. Ingrates, multiplying seemingly by the second, crowed about her roads as if puss to a wound. Gale frowns at them all, a man blustering obscenities to their dear Andromeda. He had ruined her clothes, drink sloshed down her middle and sour on his breath, and she'd spoke truly: what a way to treat her! Gale hums, wrist twirling out a spell. Just then, the man slips on some grease that had welled beneath his feet, and when all the food he had carried comes crashing on atop him, the tavern, the audience, jeer and howl.

Gale grins smugly. Her companion bows his head. Grabbing his own drink, he motions her over to take a seat, and his face in the candlelight looks a little bit younger. Meeting her eye, he gives a huff. "Oh, don't look so surprised," he says, thumbing the lip of his half-filled cup. "A wizard shouldn't always go by the book, I'll be the first to remind you. As they say, all work and no play would make him a remarkably dull boy, and spending an evening with Gale of Waterdeep should be nothing if not thrilling. Beside, he deserved worse—but I'm feeling oddly merciful."

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“Now this is my happy place.” re: any forest or swamp or anywhere with moss 💞💕💖

ㅤthe    beaten    path    between    the    others    goes    meandering    vaguely    uphill    into    the    forest.     for    a    quarter    mile,    the    road    underfoot    is    easy,    but    after    that    the    trees    confine    it    ﹠    it    solders    into    bigger    rocks,    then    dirt,    ﹠   weeds    of last. shadowheart idly investigates.    

ㅤa    birch    sign    stands    crooked    at    a    fork    in    the    walk.

ㅤin    the    nodding    dandelions    ﹠    barberry,    its    pocked    surface    brandishes    a    rash    of    woodpecker    dents.  ❝    i    thought    you    might    like    it.    ❞    at    this    sign,    a    wagon    trundles    by    them    ﹠    the    breeze    from    its    whiz    makes    the    little    rogue    hairs    at    shadowheart's    neck    drift.

ㅤshe    turns    halfway to    andromeda    to    both    belatedly evade    the    rest    of    the    blast    ﹠    to    assess    her    expression,    too,    giving    her    a    greater    chance    to    feel    that    her    intrigues    are    at    the    very    least    acknowledged. ❝    we    could    stay    here    awhile,    if    you    would    like.    it isn't like i'm    in    some rush    to    get    back.    ❞

birds are creepy. / for jami !

guide to troubled birds, accepting.

" why'd you say that ? " girl can't help the frown as she turns her head to face @chth0nia. hand still in the bag with seeds, peanuts and some small pieces of fruits. the birds hopping around to take a pick at some of those that jami had already scattered. " they probably think you're creepy too but i'm not gonna ask because i don't wanna hurt their feelings. "

📏 + 5’3 (5'4 and a half! if you're not paying attention and she stands on her toes 😌)

nico very kindly does not pay attention <3 out of respect <3

@chth0nia 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 ﹕ ❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜

₊ ⊹ ❛ did i get lucky , or am i just that good ? ❜ it’s vainglorious , his tone— and the way his lips curve into a roguish smirk. the pale elf leans into the druid’s space , presenting his porcelain mug littered with scrapes and scratches ( so that she may more easily heal his wounds ). most of the blood that lightly splatters his cadaverous flesh isn’t his own. though his arrogance might say otherwise— he is quite lucky. that bear he was hunting very nearly turned him into dinner instead. but he’s the one with the 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 , now , isn’t he ? ˎˊ˗

ㅤㅤㅤhe wasn't being that bad. ㅤㅤ the corners of his mouth are pulled back into a smile, ㅤ easy for him to draw as easy on the eyes as he is. ㅤㅤ the best thing he can offer her is not laughing ㅤㅤ as he would have done, had it been anyone else.ㅤ"ㅤi was being nice, andy.ㅤ"ㅤ he wasn't exactly lying, but he wasn't saying the truth either. ㅤㅤ that was, ㅤ he was extremely bored. ㅤㅤ and he got annoying when he was bored ㅤㅤ but he wasn't being mean or sarcastic to her. ㅤㅤ just teasing a bit, that's all.

ㅤㅤㅤ"ㅤwere you being nice or sarcasticㅤ?ㅤ"ㅤㅤㅤㅤ@chth0niaㅤasked,ㅤtoㅤdeclanㅤtyrell.

ㅤㅤㅤ "ㅤbut, let's not stray from the topicㅤㅤㅤㅤwhat are your plans for this week's campfireㅤ?ㅤ"ㅤ he asked, smiling warmly and expectantly looking at her.

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