Rolan: You Know, If You Ever Get Tired Of Adventuring, You Could Always Come Work At Sorcerous Sundries.

Rolan: You know, if you ever get tired of adventuring, you could always come work at Sorcerous Sundries.

Durge: I don't think retail is the right career for me. My rancid blood desires nothing more than to reap death on this world. I am a vile soul, broken beyond repair.

Rolan: Sounds like an average Tuesday around here... We do have an annual employee picnic, though.

Durge: Does that help to soothe the unyielding rage within?

Rolan: *Sad sigh.* No.

Imagine: Tav is about to face a near cerntain death battle. There's a high chance they're not coming back from this even with their allies present. Before they run into the fray with their companions, they keep turning back to the person they have feelings for but never showed it for reasons and just decides to go "fuck it" and pulls them in for a kiss. After they pull away they don't wait for the other party to get a word in before running off. Now with less regrets incase they don't make it.

Zevlor

At first regretted they couldn't head in with you but knows you and your companions are the only ones capable of defeating the incoming threat

Is there to wish you luck and give a few words if encouragement but he's internally scared and worried you'll never come back

But then you keep looking back at him and it looks like you desperately want to say something

"Is something wrong? Do you need-" you curse and apologise in the same breath before there's a hand on his cheek and soft lips on his own

Mentally blanks before settling into the kiss. He's in shock but his shoulders relax like usual whenever Tav is speaking to them. He's chasing your lips the moment you pull away but all you mutter is "I'm sorry but gods I've been wanting to do that."

You leave quickly. He's calling your name but you're gone by then to fight the unthinkable

You've effectively left a mess of him. Now he's not just worried for your safety, his mind is spiralling with all different thoughts. It feels like it came out of nowhere. Were his brief looks and feelings actually returned?

What do you mean you've wanted to do that? How long? Was he even worthy of a kiss? What did you see in him? Questions, questions and no answers to them.

If he wanted you to come back before he's absolutely praying for your victory. He needs to see you again but also terrified. He has no idea what he's going to say.

Almost follows after you then but either more people need protecting on his side or he knows he'll get in the way and make things worse.

Just please come back.

Rolan

Picture this, he's there with a rare expression of worry and even rarer words of encouragement. Hes not usually like this with most people.

Their local hero off to save the day again. But even he's worried. This looks serious. Something even out of your league. As you both stare at the battle ahead your suddenly turn to him with an odd expression.

Your eyes dart back and forth between him and the way forward. Of course he's running his mouth asking why you looked like that until it's eventually shut by you grabbing his collar.

He's baffled as you kiss him before pulling away with your typical annoying smile that not just infuriates him but does something else to him he can't pinpoint.

"You're cute when you're flustered." was the explanation before bounding off as if you weren't about to possibly die.

You've left him speechless, staring at your retrating form with a massive blush on his face. Its interrupted by the sound of cheering in the back. His siblings were passing around some money having placed bets.

"Why are you so surprised? They've been flirting with you since they got to the city." "They have not!" "They literally told us they thought you were cute after helping again." "They WHAT"

You were more obvious when it came to flirting with him. Everyone saw when you eagerly walked up to him at Sorcerous Sundries. When you paused noticing that state he was in. When you touched his bruised cheek and asked in a controlled tone "Who did this." That same day his abusive mentor was brutally murdered.

He's grappling with the revelation that you were interested the whole time and his siblings teasing him for being so oblivious

There's definitely an incoming rant in your future if you do survive. But he'll be lost in thought the whole time. Mind returning back to that moment you kissed him, how you look, how it felt. Before violently snapping out of it.

Dammon

Is there to see you off with a new weapon or armor to help you in the fight ahead. He's got full faith in you and your companions. You've done so much already.

You stand there, gripping the gifted item with conflicted thoughts. You've liked him for a while now, perhaps even more but kept quiet for mutliple reasons. In different circumstances you would never entertain just kissing him without permission. But there was a high chance this would be your end this time. And this thought won't leave you. Did you want to leave with regrets?

Your reckless nature and selfishness is at war with your manners (and possibly noble upbringing if thats what you chose) who will win: the free spirited adventurer or the honorable hero?

Time is ticking and there are precious few seconds before danger comes. Adrenaline kicks in and the literal fear of death pushes you to pull him in for a kiss guiltily.

Its desperate and doesn't last for more than a couple of seconds. The typical the world is ending and i might die soon type of kiss. Dammon is frozen, not expecting this. Your not surprised to feel warmth. Besides your self conscious and sense of propriety screaming at you, another voice in your head cheers

"sorry. I've always wanted to- uh a kiss for goodluck?" you pulled away and stammered out. He looked at a loss and adorable with a bronze blush. Equal parts of shame and urgency to face the fight has you running away as fast as your legs could carry you.

You couldn't help the adrenaline high as you ran ahead. No regrets would plague you this time. Going out with a kiss was one of the better ways to go right?

While you were focused on other matters, Dammon was left holding his mouth and staring at your retreated form. Face warm for a long while. He'll have to be there thinking on your actions and words.

You've always wanted to? Was it really just a spur in the moment or something more. Now you had to come back, if just to resolve this plaguing his mind. Its a harder time focusing on whatever work he had.

It seems like he spends a lot of time in thought. He'll be over analysing all your interactions. Wondering what he missed. Did he want something with you? Has to put down his tools to think about it. He'll be so awkward next time you meet, flushed but wanting to talk.

Cowboy Keegan???????? I saw your tag where’s he???

he's in my wips... but he's got me kickin' my feet and giggling so he can be here too

Cowboy!Keegan who is a horrible cowboy. He calls horses big dogs because it pisses off the other ranchers and he is nothing if not a pain in the ass. He's not even a cowboy, he's got a farm full of sheep. He breeds the best shepherds in the next 10 counties and if you need a sheep dog or a good guard dog you go to him.

The first time you go to his farm he greets you with a lamb under each arm and an army of puppies galloping after him. It's adorable. You hardly expect the man with hard eyes and skull printed face mask to have a farm that's so... soft, but he does. It's clear he works hard on it too, the firm muscles over his chest and back, the flex of his biceps under the dark tee. He's a fine looking man, not much of a talker, but he sort of snorts when you ask if you can pick up one of the puppies and says,

"Should've done it when you saw 'em." Setting down one of the lambs to pick up a puppy and settle it in your arms. The lamb follows closely after him as he turns to show you the rest of the farm. You're here to pick up wool after all, and he's not a man to keep customers waiting. He gives the biggest German shepherd you've ever seen a pat on the head, and whistles for a smaller collie as you follow him into his neat little farmhouse.

There's a thorough, well maintained, garden out back that you find your eyes drawn to each time he turns to grab more raw material for you to inspect. It's the nicest wool you've ever laid eyes on, perfect for the yarn you wanted to make. His eyes are always heavy on you as you look over the fluffy material, warm enough to almost be uncomfortable. When you're finally settled and paid up, the puppy asleep in your arms, he tells you:

"That one's still not spoken for, seems to like you." And you really can't say no to either of them.

on chilly nights everyone inevitably ends up scooting closer and closer to karlach until she's surrounded and she thinks it's just the cutest thing that no one acknowledges

He's so unreasonably attractive for no reason here it's so not fair 😞

forged from the heart