†   𝔠𝘳͟𝘰͟𝘸͟’𝓈 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆 ．

⠀⠀𝑡𝘩͟𝘦͟𝗋𝖾’𝑠 ⠀⠀ 𝓼𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 ⠀⠀ in ⠀⠀ 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 ⠀⠀ 𝓮𝙮𝙚𝙨 ⠀⠀ that ⠀⠀ 𝓶𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 ⠀⠀ 𝙢𝙚 ⠀⠀ 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 ⠀⠀ 𝙩𝙤 ⠀⠀ 𝓼𝙩𝙖𝙗 ⠀⠀ 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ⠀

． ⠀

[ †   𝔠𝘳͟𝘰͟𝘸͟’𝓈 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆 ． @fatalfllrt]

ᅠ𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃 has pretty 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, i’ve seen them in 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 face, but yours 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝙈͟𝙀͟ 𝙒͟𝘼͟𝙉͟𝙏͟ to 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.

[ †   𝔠𝘳͟𝘰͟𝘸͟’𝓈 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆 ． @fatalfllrt]

Sadly, no, though I appreciate your faith in my talents. This time, it was simply my winning personality and a poorly timed joke about his mother's cunt.

Worth it.

[Tabris. @thatlostlegacy]

did you sleep with someone to * start this?

[♜ R o o k ♜ @ofowleyes]

“ THROUGH FIRE, JUSTICE IS SERVED .ᐟ ”

Seyren Mercar | “Owl Eyes” | Rook

#dairp #darp #dndrp #bg3rp

♡ + ⟳ ?

[ †   𝔠𝘳͟𝘰͟𝘸͟’𝓈 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆 ． @fatalfllrt]

My dear friend, I merely existed, and apparently, that was enough to offend a very large, very angry man with an axe.

The rest, as they say, was vigorous exercise.

[Tabris. @thatlostlegacy]

but what did you do to start it.

[ †   𝔠𝘳͟𝘰͟𝘸͟’𝓈 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆 ． @fatalfllrt]

the Warden would never ask for, but so clearly needed.

[ †   𝔠𝘳͟𝘰͟𝘸͟’𝓈 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆 ． @fatalfllrt]

The kind that loosens tight shoulders and tighter secrets.

You in, or do I need to find a less brooding volunteer?

[‍ ‍𖥔 ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 ‍ ‍ 𝒉ᵉ͜ʳ͜ᵒ͜﹐ @borntabris]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
what kind of massage are you implying .ᐣ
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

[ †   𝔠𝘳͟𝘰͟𝘸͟’𝓈 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆 ． @fatalfllrt]

The Antivan's brow furrows slightly, not from frustration, but from genuine care. He can feel years of tension in every fiber, every scarred muscle. No words, just patience. Just pressure. Just the quiet offering of relief that

⬎

[ †   𝔠𝘳͟𝘰͟𝘸͟’𝓈 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆 ． @fatalfllrt]

@fenhareI Chuckles lowly, tilting head with a lazy smirk.

“ No. I'm aiming for something far more rewarding — your undivided attention. And look, it's working. ”

[ †   𝔠𝘳͟𝘰͟𝘸͟’𝓈 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆 ． @fatalfllrt]

Ah, the brooding elf speaks! One word, yet it says so much.

Shame, you seem tense, ma vhenan.

[‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ᵀᴴᴱ ‍ ‍ 𝔀𖦹𝗹𝗳﹐ ‍ @fenhareI]

⠀
no.
⠀

[ †   𝔠𝘳͟𝘰͟𝘸͟’𝓈 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆 ． @fatalfllrt]

silent acknowledgment of that fragile trust. He works with deliberate care, letting the silence speak louder than any tease.

[ †   𝔠𝘳͟𝘰͟𝘸͟’𝓈 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆 ． @fatalfllrt]

@borntabris Zevran feels the initial resistance, the familiar rigidity of a warrior who never fully lowers his shield. But then, just barely – a shift. Not surrender, but allowance. The Antivan's thumbs trace slow circles along the knots,

⬎

[ †   𝔠𝘳͟𝘰͟𝘸͟’𝓈 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆 ． @fatalfllrt]

@heIIriders I deal in favors, and the look on your face when you realize what you've been missing.

First one's on the house, just to see you blush.

[ †   𝔠𝘳͟𝘰͟𝘸͟’𝓈 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆 ． @fatalfllrt]

Massage isn't an indulgence, it's a revelation. But I see you're a man of . . . restraint.

How delightfully tragic. Want me to fix that?

[‍ ‍ ‍‍ᴼᴬᵀᴴ ‍ ‍ 𝖇𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿﹐ ‍ @heIIriders]

⠀
it isn't something i've
happened to indulge in.
⠀

[ †   𝔠𝘳͟𝘰͟𝘸͟’𝓈 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆 ． @fatalfllrt]

@fenhareI Grins, leaning casually against a nearby pillar

“ Patronizing? Me? Never. I'm simply . . . observant. That ear twitch tells me more than your words ever could. ”

[ †   𝔠𝘳͟𝘰͟𝘸͟’𝓈 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆 ． @fatalfllrt]

@borntabris A slow, knowing smirk curves across Zevran's lips as he watches the Warden's ears betray him. He steps behind him, warm palms settling firmly on tense shoulders.

[ †   𝔠𝘳͟𝘰͟𝘸͟’𝓈 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆 ． @fatalfllrt]

@fenhareI Oh, it doesn't. I just enjoy the view, tense or not, you're very entertaining when you're defensive.

[ †   𝔠𝘳͟𝘰͟𝘸͟’𝓈 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆 ． @fatalfllrt]

@borntabris Zevran's grin widens as he steps closer, one hand already reaching toward the Warden's shoulder.

“ Suppose? Oh, that's practically a yes. Relax, my friend, I promise I'll only use my hands. For now. ”

[ †   𝔠𝘳͟𝘰͟𝘸͟’𝓈 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆 ． @fatalfllrt]

@borntabris / I hate that shit.

And of course, I always love any interaction, even in reply’s. 🫶

[ †   𝔠𝘳͟𝘰͟𝘸͟’𝓈 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆 ． @fatalfllrt]

@fenhareI Of course not.

You're as loose as a drawn bowstring, right before it snaps. But I love watching you pretend otherwise.