The Smile On Trycks Lips Is One Shes Seen A Few Times To Date, And It Never Ends Well For The Person

The smile on Tryck’s lips is one she’s seen a few times to date, and it never ends well for the person he’s smiling at. It’s supposed to mean mischief, but in reality, it just means the blue fuck’s a-scheming again. Honestly—all this work just to get a rise out of her? There’s got to be someone more entertaining than her to fluster; certainly there are others that can at least lob back a halfway decent flirtation or two, unlike her. So why someone with Tryck’s wiles—his looks, sure, fine, but more importantly his cunning, his confidence, the bright magnetism of his personality—would be so stuck on her is a mystery, at least to her.

Rough waters make for rough crews, and rough crews for rough living. Anne hadn’t led a life that wasn’t rough in almost a decade, experiencing her softest time to date with a fucking parasite lodged behind her eye. Time spent at the hands of smaller, crueler men and made a small, cruel crumple of the woman sitting beside Tryck now.

Lord Almighty, but he likes to dance about, don’t he? He eats his food and shrugs as he talks—honest, she isn’t a prude. She’s fucked before! Plenty of times! Maybe what they say about bards is true, though, and he’s looking to make a notch of her yet.

He’ll be sorely disappointed if so.

“‘Friad ye’ll need more’n a blanket and a bottle of the swill we keep here t’get me in your bunk. I en’t the camp whore anymore’n I were the captain’s whore. It’ll be you and yer hand tonight, I fear, ‘less ye ply that pretty tongue of yers to someone else’s ear.”

For the briefest of moments, it looks like the discomfort’s done with, like she can cajole him into debating the relative merit of making eyes at a few party members like they’re still among the city crowds—and then Tryck opens his mouth again and Anne actually groans out loud. She was going to pick on the wizard or the elf next, but noooo, she’s trapped in a hell of her own creation. Damn her idiot tongue!

She wouldn’t mind Tryck’s teasing if it didn’t feel so…pointed. He gave it out to everyone, sure, but somehow when it turned on her it made her an idiot. It sometimes seemed more intentional than playful, but toward what intention, Anne couldn’t even begin to guess.

“—Fuck’s sake. Ye’re exhausting, ye know that? Ye asked me t’move over, I moved over! What more of an answer are ye looking for?” As if she didn’t know. Although there is reason to doubt that she knew the answer regardless.

“ i’m not what you think i am. ” // Astarion

more intense vibes (or smth idk they’re just vibes)

Anne arches a challenging brow at that. There are an awful lot of things she happens to think he is—a twat, arrogant, handsome—that he most definitely is. Given what she witnessed last night, it’s a bit hard to think he’s anything but what she now knows he is. A vampire. One that’s had ample opportunity to kill them and chose the wrong one on the wrong night if he was looking to do so now.

Anne’s hardly a woman of hasty decisions when she can afford better, though. She has no intentions of turning him out or giving away his secret unless she has to. Doesn’t mean she won’t leverage this opportunity to sate her curiosity, of course, but it does mean this never comes up uninvited again.

“Let’s try that again. I wake up. Ye’re hovering o’er me with bared fangs. I say, ‘What the fuck?!’ Then you say…?”

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I LOVE. having multiple threads with my rp partners !! it’s like on some days i feel like writing long stuff, on others i feel more like writing short stuff, sometimes i’d rather write some intense situations, and other times i’m more in the mood for lighthearted topics. having several different types of threads with a person enables me to keep rping with them even if i’m stuck @ a reply for another thread we’re having !! it’s great, honestly !? if you wanna have 1 more thread or 20 more threads /w me that’s 10/10 👌👌👌👌 just write that starter or send an ic ask & we’ll go from there or hmu for plotting k man i love threads i love writing all the things

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"Meanness can be found in the least of creatures, but when God made man the Devil was at his elbow. A creature capable of anything."

20 moody writing prompts compiled from William Shakespeare's M*cbeth

Unearned lectures annoy her even as impromptu lessons inspire her; right now, she’s feeling annoyed. (She tamps down on the emotion but it still flickers across her face.) Rakatak may feel this lesson on the evils of man is an earned or even necessary one, but it’s a one Anne already knows by heart.

“Next ye’ll be telling me that the cruelty of man is as wondrous as the mountains of Peru. If there’s a point to this speech, get to it. I only tolerate grandstanding from my commanding officers.”