Ren_of_Empires

A drawing of Tyranny from critical role campaign four. Her head is down, eyes partially closed, hands clasped in prayer. She is drawn in black, red, and pink.



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    “Thaz said I looked about twelve.”

    Tyranny looks at her, really looks. Thimble’s built small, and not even in the three-inch-high way. Her chest isn’t quite flat, and she’s got hips if those puffy little pants are telling the truth, but she’s skinny, built almost entirely out of a fighter’s sinew and muscle. Tyranny’s a really bad age-guesser, because she’s six months old here and keeps forgetting that everyone else is a real person and not some manifestation of a primal principle, but—she still looks pretty young, but not at all like a child. “You don’t now,” she tells her.

    Thimble only began to age once the doors to Faerie closed. Tyranny was never a little girl.

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    “You’re a horrible drunk,” Qifrey grumbles softly after a few moments of relative silence. Olruggio almost doesn’t catch the words at first, nearly having already drifted off, comfortable and warm and happy— but he still finds himself smiling into the nape of Qifrey’s neck, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin there, feeling the witch go still beneath his touch. “‘m not drunk,” Olruggio lies, sleepy and content and in love. “You’re just perfect.”

    “... Mhm. Definitely drunk.”

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    a.k.a. olruggio loves qifrey. qifrey loves olruggio. they're both very warm, very sleepy, and a little drunk.

    well. maybe more than a little.

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    Maelle looks at the mirror shards scattered across the floor, a disarray of sharp and jagged pieces that can never be put back together again. "I know you’re not him..." she admits in a shaky whisper. Her tear-filled eyes find Verso, the blues and greys of paint starting to unravel the edges of them, mocking him. "But you deserve to be happy,” she says. We deserve to be happy, she means.

    “I deserve to be myself,” Verso says, and it sounds like a plea more than anything else. The skin around his left eye aches, as if it’s waiting for his scar’s return.

    Maelle sighs before she sweeps her hand through the air, calling for her rapier. It appears in a flutter of gold petals, glimmering in the dim light of the bathroom. Her eyes are cast in shadow and her disappointed smile is somewhat crooked. "Alright. Let's try again."

    or: Maelle wants a happy end for everyone she cares about, and she will keep trying until even Verso gets it right.

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    “I realized we didn’t open the fridge, and as soon as I opened it…” Morgan goes quiet. Adam’s heart is racing, pulse drumming high in his throat. “I don’t know if it was a trap or if it was bad storage. A vial of powder fell out and exploded on the floor. I didn’t step on broken glass, but–”

    “You inhaled it.”

    “I inhaled it.”

    (Or: Morgan gets fear gassed. Karadec's doing his best.)

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    Morgan gets kidnapped while solo-investigating, and Karadec is out of his mind with worry.

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    "What?" He gently pulls her away, enough to be able to look at her face. He tries to ignore the large bruise on her cheekbone and the dried blood on her hairline, lest his rage takes over. Instead, he focuses his gaze on her tired eyes. Her head lolls slightly to the side, as if too heavy for her to hold straight, and she blinks slowly.

    "S... nothing," she mumbles, her voice barely above a whisper.

    "Morgan," he says, trying to keep the fear off his voice. He doesn't like the way her words stumble over themselves, like her tongue is too heavy for them. His jaw tightens, "What did they do to you?"

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