˗ˏˋ 𝓱𝓮𝔁𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭.

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[˗ˏˋ 𝓱𝓮𝔁𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭. @rotflowers]

@CharmedDeceit "No. But I saw that you are." After all, he is / literally / keeping an eye on him.

Looks at him in silence for a moment —

"Would you like some tea?"

[˗ˏˋ 𝓱𝓮𝔁𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭. @rotflowers]

Sitting ( eerily ) by @CharmedDeceit 's tent, watching him sleep.

It's 5 in the morning.

[˗ˏˋ 𝓱𝓮𝔁𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭. @rotflowers]

He is listening to the * reader talk about their interests. ♡

[Xeo ¯³ @xe0_xeo]

Paintings by Mexican artist David S. Herrerías

[𝐬𝐨𝐯 ᯓ ✈︎ @sovietsoleri]

Abraham Mignon (detail)

[˗ˏˋ 𝓱𝓮𝔁𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭. @rotflowers]

@fl3shp00l Velyrian's gaze flickered to the wandering hand, a hint of uncertainty crossing his features as he debated whether to permit this. He wasn't used to this kind of attention, to gentle touch (by humanoids).

He didn't pull away.

"How? If I may ask...?"

[˗ˏˋ 𝓱𝓮𝔁𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭. @rotflowers]

Creature — ...

He is no stranger to such reactions, but sometimes it still stings.

Mistmachting eyes look up at the stranger for a moment, then he returns his focus to the grave flowers.

" . . . Why?" He simply asks, voice soft.

[˗ˏˋ 𝓱𝓮𝔁𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭. @rotflowers]

@CharmedDeceit Once again, Velyrian smiled ; happy Astarion, his dear companion, allowed him to help.

He nodded, silently looking at him with / one / remaining eye.

"You are most welcome."

He wasn't quite sure what else to say, but he enjoyed Astarion's company. Very much.

[˗ˏˋ 𝓱𝓮𝔁𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭. @rotflowers]

The reader * startled him!!

[˗ˏˋ 𝓱𝓮𝔁𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭. @rotflowers]

Laying in his tent. Staring.

He can't sleep.

[˗ˏˋ 𝓱𝓮𝔁𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭. @rotflowers]

/ I'm going to play a Hexblood in my next DnD session just for this :

[˗ˏˋ 𝓱𝓮𝔁𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭. @rotflowers]

His sharp fingernail slips beneath the bloodshot eyeball of his left eye. With a disgusting wet sound, he pops it out and brings it to his lips.

Whispering something.

[˗ˏˋ 𝓱𝓮𝔁𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭. @rotflowers]

@CharmedDeceit + Almost startled.

"Simply place it next to your bedroll. That way I can see if anything harmful tries to approach you . . . living or dead."

[˗ˏˋ 𝓱𝓮𝔁𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭. @rotflowers]

@CharmedDeceit He noticed Astarion's discomfort. Removing his eye for scrying was so / normal / for him as it was something he had been doing ever since he was a child, and he sometimes simply forgot that people often found it disturbing.

"Ah —— apologies," he muttered, looking insecure. +

[˗ˏˋ 𝓱𝓮𝔁𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭. @rotflowers]

/ Awwww 🖤🖤🖤😘

[ᴀꜱᴛᴀʀɪᴏɴ ➶-͙˚ ༘✶ @CharmedDeceit]

🦇It's true, it bloody worked

[˗ˏˋ 𝓱𝓮𝔁𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭. @rotflowers]

/ saw this quote and thought of my weirdo:

“   My off putting looks, awkward demeanor, and strange behavior have captivated you. ”

[˗ˏˋ 𝓱𝓮𝔁𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭. @rotflowers]

@fl3shp00l + fascination with death is intense even among spore druids. How wonderful it would be to share it with someone who could / truly / understand him...!

Someone touched by death.

[˗ˏˋ 𝓱𝓮𝔁𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭. @rotflowers]

@fl3shp00l "Oh," he murmurs, watching as the stranger idly runs his fingers over the bones. "My thanks—"

However, upon hearing about his... shared appreciation, his calm, quiet, hesitant demeanor shifts. His eyes widen, gleaming with excitement.

"Yes? You do? Truly?"

Velyrian's +

[˗ˏˋ 𝓱𝓮𝔁𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭. @rotflowers]

/ Velyrian's playlist:

- Kalandra
- Osi And The Jupiter
- Chelsea Wolfe
- Myrkur

[ᴀꜱᴛᴀʀɪᴏɴ ➶-͙˚ ༘✶ @CharmedDeceit]

ʏᴇꜱ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴀ ʟɪᴇ.

[˗ˏˋ 𝓱𝓮𝔁𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭. @rotflowers]

@CharmedDeceit + popping out the dark red eyeball as if this wasn't an absolutely disgusting and utterly unsettling thing to do.

"You can take this," he offered, his smile so kind despite the grotesque gesture.

"That way, I can keep watch over you... Even when I sleep."

[˗ˏˋ 𝓱𝓮𝔁𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭. @rotflowers]

@CharmedDeceit + this alright? Should he apply more pressure, or should he pull away?

He wasn't good at this . . .

Then, an idea came to his mind.

"Ah..." He removed his hand from Astarion's shoulder and delicately slipped his sharp fingernail underneath the lid of his eerily pale eye, +