Rp Preferences Meme!

rp preferences meme!

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"Hey, you're that guy, aren't you?"

Halsin paused before he turned back to look at the other, one large shoulder shrugging. "It depends on who you are looking for." He offered the words with a small smile, scared forehead furrowing just a bit. There was no immediate recognition, but, with as many that came looking for him for various reasons he wasn't phased by it. "Did you need some help?" - It was a fair assumption about why they'd come his way.

// hi i am trying to warn you and save you from this plight - do not ship with me i am weak i will drown you in memes and starters and threads and send you silly pictures and playlists and Pinterest boards and talk with you endlessly and gush about our dumb fools and plot all the things and give you angst and romance and silliness and sorrow and joy and domestic bliss and it will never end until we want it to and even then you’ll cross my mind years later and I’ll smile and be grateful for the experience we shared

continued from x with @apalestar

Halsin had him.

The moment that he saw that petulant little furrow on Astarion's brow when 'cute' landed so weakly, Halsin knew. And now the rogue was focused more on him. With his considerable size, it was a good thing that he could withstand the lashing of the waves of Astarion's anger. "Cute," He repeated, one arm crossed and the other arm propped up so that his hand could cup his chin in contemplation.

"But also so very clever - your silver tongue is exquisite to see in action." Halsin leaned closer, just a bit, so that it was obvious Astarion had his full attention. "- And when you decide to grace someone with your attention, they are always so quick to succumb to your will." He let a breath out slowly, the sound almost wistful. "And your eyes - so striking in the dark. The richest red, more precious than garnets or rubies."

His compliments were so rarely about the directly physical. Anyone would, and often did, see the beauty Astarion carried so carefully. What Halsin saw was different. "I see your incredible strength, despite all you have endured - others might take it for granted, but I see you choose to continue on, and I am proud of you for it."

Halsin's eyebrow arched, looking over at Astarion as his gaze tracked the Owlbear cub for a moment. Despite its massive size it was tucked against Shadowheart looking just the same as His Majesty when he was occasionally seduced by a particular lap to curl up in. "He is impressive, but he barely has the focus to keep up with me during a hunt." Halsin worried still over the little one, there was only so much that a druid could teach him, even when he coaxed Jaheira out with them, the cub was still so young and precious. He was so curious without Scratch there to help ground him.

It was adorable when he came over to nuzzle into his feathers.

It took him a bit longer to get up off the ground, and he could feel the eyes on him. Karlach had started to get up, and he held a hand up, breathing in through his mouth and bursting the air out from his nose as he pushed to stand up. He was determined to do it alone, and he only swayed on his feet a bit. "Poor thing," Halsin chuckled as he gestured towards the door - knowing well that Astarion would make sure his needs were known.

"He should stay here, with the rest, where it is safe." Halsin decided after a moment. It was important to him that nothing happened to Scratch or the Owlbear cub and so far the Elfsong had provided the most secure place for them to keep their little pets safe. He knew that all of them felt the same - regardless if they outwardly showed it. "Ah. Can you grab clothes for me?" Halsin asked. The bloodsoaked leathers were going to take eons to clean them, if he could get the stains out of them at all.

As Astarion was grabbing his clothing, Halsin slipped out into the quiet of the hallway. He leaned back against the wall, trying to steady himself. It felt horrible to know he had been so blind. All because it was Astarion and his attention, Orin had been able to hurt him and hurt Scratch. That was the worst of it. The poor dog certainly hadn't done anything to deserve that.

“What cub?” Astarion blinked, mind stuttering over the thought, skipping steps as if the connection had simply been severed mid-track. “Oh, you mean that delectable little treat chirping about?” The very same Astarion could not even dream of sinking his fangs into without forfeiting his right to life. “He’s fine, honestly. That thing is tougher than it looks, and I must say… his mother tasted like chicken. But I’m sure he would agree.”

What with the owlbear’s propensity for cannibalism and all that.

Arms folded across his chest and the vampire shifted his weight, foot to foot, in an almost patient manner while Halsin lavished affection on the dog. It was a disgusting little display, tiresome even, all that tenderness and none of it directed towards him. Astarion’s eyes flicked upward, begging for reprieve with the spill of a sigh.

“Shall we go? I’ve still got a bath to take, and you, my dear, could use a proper rinse.” He let the implication linger, but the message was clear: it was time to get a move on. “We could bring the dog if you want to. If anyone tries to stop us, it’ll be dinner time for me.”

With a final shift, he moved as though already dreaming about those waters… or maybe that potential kill. Either way, there was hoping  Halsin wouldn’t protest a cold rinse before their shared immersion in something far more comforting.

@bearlydruid