ʙʀɪɢɪᴛᴛᴇ ᝰ

⁽ˢ⁾ᴴᴱ’ˢ ᶜᴼᴹᴱ ˢᴼ ᶠᴬᴿ ᵀᴼ ᶠᴵᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱ ᵀᴿᵁᵀᴴ —-

[ʙʀɪɢɪᴛᴛᴇ ᝰ @deviltaild]

⠀ ⠀ ⁽ˢ⁾ᴴᴱ’ˢ ᴺᴱⱽᴱᴿ ᴳᴼᴵᴺᴳ ᴴᴼᴹᴱ —— .ᐟ
⠀ ⠀ #BG3RP x #FANTASYRP x #MVRP

[ʙʀɪɢɪᴛᴛᴇ ᝰ @deviltaild]

“ careful now, ”

from her one side did the tiefling flash her blade, greatsword tipped ever so slightly from its scabbard. it wasn’t so much of a threat as it were a cautionary warning—- she did not trust him coming so close so quickly.

“ I’m only passing through. ”

[𓂁『⤷ᵖᵃʳᵈᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ 𝚅𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚊⤶』𓂄 @Driderbites]

❝I've not seen you 'round before.❞

The drider slinked down the tree, approaching slowly.

❝'ow long 'ave you been out 'ere for❓️❞

[ʙʀɪɢɪᴛᴛᴇ ᝰ @deviltaild]

the staring does not unnerve her. . . but she will not sleep while being watched. not out in this open, unfamiliar place.

tail twitches as she idly flexes her claws.
“ does my tree hugging admirer need something? ”

[𓂁『⤷ᵖᵃʳᵈᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ 𝚅𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚊⤶』𓂄 @Driderbites]

Sitting up in a tree not too far, watching her.

[ʙʀɪɢɪᴛᴛᴇ ᝰ @deviltaild]

laying in the darkest corner of the otherwise firelit camp that she can find, attempting to make herself scarce as the time for rest comes.
the grass makes a good mattress.

[ʙʀɪɢɪᴛᴛᴇ ᝰ @deviltaild]

so. . simply do not go.

[ʙʀɪɢɪᴛᴛᴇ ᝰ @deviltaild]

people fear more than just war beyond the walls of their home.

( but what does a lord who knows the touch of soft clothing and the steps of proper dance know about that? perhaps, more importantly, what do they care? )

[♖. @T3RRlBLETHlNGS]

Exactly . Theyre all scrounging for scraps in the shadows, afraid. Rightfully so, there's a war going on after all.

[ Gortash raises a hand, then bawls it into a fist. He'd look almost regal, kind, if it wasn't for those darkened eyes and cold demeanor. ]

[ʙʀɪɢɪᴛᴛᴇ ᝰ @deviltaild]

staring up at the stars in the sky and marveling at the full moon

[ʙʀɪɢɪᴛᴛᴇ ᝰ @deviltaild]

the first time Brigitte saw outside the Hells was when she was ~12 years old, tasked by her Devil master to spy on a handful of his mortal contracts.
she still finds the distinct warmth of the sun fascinating, more accustomed to the overbearing fires of her underworld home.

[ʙʀɪɢɪᴛᴛᴇ ᝰ @deviltaild]

MAURA.

I just really want an excuse to talk about Brigitte’s lore <3

[ʙʀɪɢɪᴛᴛᴇ ᝰ @deviltaild]

that is not the permission she seeks, so she does not inch closer. . but neither does she retreat. voice rumbles from her lips like quiet echoes of thunder echoing from her ribs, deep and rough.

“ where there is spilt blood, I’ve found there are oft wounds to close. ”

[‍ ‍ ‍‍ᵀᴴᴱ ╱ 𝖍𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅。 ‍ @houndeI]

⠀
his own posture is tense ⸝ &
it only worsens approach her
approach.

" what're you doing .ᐣ ⸝ " a
gruff voice demands ⸝ glare
accompanying.
⠀

[ʙʀɪɢɪᴛᴛᴇ ᝰ @deviltaild]

MAURA.

making my Bride pinned even myself because women have to do everything 😸🤞

[𝒯͟𝐻͟𝐸͟ ͟𝐵͟𝑅͟𝐼͟𝒟͟𝐸͟ @marriedparts]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝔞𝔴𝔣𝔲𝔩,

[ʙʀɪɢɪᴛᴛᴇ ᝰ @deviltaild]

( 💧💭 )

[‍ ‍ ‍‍ᵀᴴᴱ ╱ 𝖍𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅。 ‍ @houndeI]

⠀
he's 𝑒yeing re͟a͟d͟e͟r.
⠀

[ʙʀɪɢɪᴛᴛᴇ ᝰ @deviltaild]

staring up at the stars in the sky and marveling at the full moon

[ʙʀɪɢɪᴛᴛᴇ ᝰ @deviltaild]

I suppose you don’t sit with many common men these days, if that’s how you feel.

( the tiefling’s tail stutters in thought as the imposing Paladin stands there, contemplative )

but it does explain much about the state of this city.

[♖. @T3RRlBLETHlNGS]

And give them a bigger head? Baldur's Gate is filled with fake lords and ladies, born with silver spoons that they'd fancy wave infront of the poorman's face.

[ he sneers. ]

I speak from experience. Unless you have power in this city, you'd be as good as dead.

[ʙʀɪɢɪᴛᴛᴇ ᝰ @deviltaild]

why not?
it would be far wiser to assume every other man has worked just as hard as you.

you would make fewer enemies.

[♖. @T3RRlBLETHlNGS]

[ He purses his lips, almost offended at the statement. He returns her gaze, though it's not like he can really look away. ]

I came from humble beginnings, and worked my way up. I can't say the same for everyone else now can I ?

[ʙʀɪɢɪᴛᴛᴇ ᝰ @deviltaild]

but aren’t you becoming one and the same?
noble lord, noble born,

( tilting her head this way and that, golden embers following him all the while )

it all slips off the common folk’s tongue the same.

[♖. @T3RRlBLETHlNGS]

Dancing to entertain the pompous elite? Please. They wish to rub elbows with me for the chance to feel above, even for a moment.

I'd rather an honest man's blade to my throat than humor the ego of a noble born.

[ʙʀɪɢɪᴛᴛᴇ ᝰ @deviltaild]

I have never set foot in a ballroom.

I simply think complaining about a little dancing is rather frivolous.

[♖. @T3RRlBLETHlNGS]

My apologies, I wasn't aware I was speaking to a ballroom connoisseur.

[ʙʀɪɢɪᴛᴛᴇ ᝰ @deviltaild]

MAURA.

it’s too soon to post Brigitte for a Sunday but just know. one day. she will have her time.

[ʙʀɪɢɪᴛᴛᴇ ᝰ @deviltaild]

( deep frown )

I. . . disagree.

[♖. @T3RRlBLETHlNGS]

It is not whining . My complaints are VALID .

[ʙʀɪɢɪᴛᴛᴇ ᝰ @deviltaild]

what a very cruel thing to have lived through—- I am sorry.

[ᅠᅠᴺₒⴟ @Mutantsism]

Call me a monster all you like, I've been called that since birth.