While it was a horrible imposition Shaun managed to untangle himself from Vax without waking him. After all they had done last night it was no wonder the poor man was worn out.
He pressed a few gentle kisses to his shoulders before he actually got out of bed. He picked up his robe from the floor, casually tossed it on and with a flick of his wrist started a warm fire.
Shaun prepared tea while Vax slept and a simple breakfast of rolls and fruit but eventually the temptation was too much. The occasional glance at Vax's long, lean form in bed wasn't enough.
He shed his robe again, climbed back in bed and pressed himself against Vax's back. He nuzzled at his neck and gently nipped at his ear. "Ready to get up yet, my darling?"
The glass bottle that found its way to Gilmore's door was unassuming at best: pretty, seafoam-green and gold with the stopper wax sealed shut. It looked like half an hourglass with sand swirling around in the bottom, but the moment the wax cracked and there was the slightest opening--
Sooraya stood up slowly, body reforming from sand that had spilled out of the glass with much more force than should have been possible. She looked delicate enough in the many layers of clothing, gold bangles stacked up her wrists and jingling musically as she shook her curls out of her face.
"The backroom of Gilmore's Glorious Goods," Shaun said with some amusement. He considered the bottle again which he had identified as a vessel that held things. Not quite a bag of holding but something similar. Apparently... it held spirits.
He set the bottle down on his workbench and made a sweeping gesture with a hand. "This is the finest magical item shop in Emon, my dear. You were brought to me by a lovely group of adventurers who didn't know what they had. Which is probably for the best. They're fantastically heroic and yet... rather silly."
He would have to tell Vox Machina about this but in time.
"Emon," she repeats. "Wonders never cease. Last I knew I was in Ank'Harel," Sooraya says lightly, looking around the room; it had indeed been a while since she'dbeen let out of that damn bottle.
"So. Do you intend to make me grant you wishes?" she asks, eyes flashing a bright golden-brown as she flicks her hair back, mouth firming. It's rare to meet a dinn at all, but one in captivity, as it were, is even more rare; the bangles on Sooraya's wrists hide the bands that keep her tethered to that bottle.
It was late. All the flowers had turned their faces away from the sky and tucked themselves into their petals for the night. Critters curled under bush and tree, warm in their furs, in their dens and holes but one critter was out wandering, following the fireflies through the wilderness of shadows in the night.
The dull humming glow of Amathyst paved his way in gentle light. The Blightstaff held low to the ground, guiding the Firbolg through the mess of makeshift beds and covers his party had made to camp in. There was one tent, however, that stood out above the rest. In shades of pretty purples, silks, and canvas, pitched perfectly as if by magic. The place the Cleric had been drawn to.
Using the back of his nimble hand, Caduceus pushed open the flap, ducking his head inside to be greeted by the warmth of magically created heat and the scent of perfumed incense and flavored hookah. "Mister Shaun? I uh, I hope I'm not intruding. My little ones told me you were still up. Do you mind me coming in?"
"Hello, Caduceus!" Shaun grinned and gestured for Caduceus to step further into the tent. Like all his spaces it was bigger on the inside, more a lavish sitting room with magical lights, comfortable pillows and a full sized bed. There was a beautiful multicolored fire pit in the middle.
Like always, Shaun had spared no comfort when it came to travel. What was a little magic for a good night's sleep?
"Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you some tea?" He would normally offer wine but the cleric had made it clear he didn't drink alcohol.
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He pressed a few gentle kisses to his shoulders before he actually got out of bed. He picked up his robe from the floor, casually tossed it on and with a flick of his wrist started a warm fire.
Shaun prepared tea while Vax slept and a simple breakfast of rolls and fruit but eventually the temptation was too much. The occasional glance at Vax's long, lean form in bed wasn't enough.
He shed his robe again, climbed back in bed and pressed himself against Vax's back. He nuzzled at his neck and gently nipped at his ear. "Ready to get up yet, my darling?"
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Sooraya stood up slowly, body reforming from sand that had spilled out of the glass with much more force than should have been possible. She looked delicate enough in the many layers of clothing, gold bangles stacked up her wrists and jingling musically as she shook her curls out of her face.
"...Where is this?"
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He set the bottle down on his workbench and made a sweeping gesture with a hand. "This is the finest magical item shop in Emon, my dear. You were brought to me by a lovely group of adventurers who didn't know what they had. Which is probably for the best. They're fantastically heroic and yet... rather silly."
He would have to tell Vox Machina about this but in time.
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"So. Do you intend to make me grant you wishes?" she asks, eyes flashing a bright golden-brown as she flicks her hair back, mouth firming. It's rare to meet a dinn at all, but one in captivity, as it were, is even more rare; the bangles on Sooraya's wrists hide the bands that keep her tethered to that bottle.
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open your window for me so i can sneak in
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are you sure you like them?
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Hi Shaun. Would you, um, like to have lunch with me sometime this week?
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a gift
curiously, the heart appears to be made from three separate pieces, woven together.]
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I need your advice please
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hi shaun, it's keyleth!
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i was wondering if you might wanna go out with me sometime, somewhere? on, um, a date?
let me know!!
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I would love to go on a date with you, Keyleth.
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i know i'm bad at cooking but i want to try, for you
guess who didn't get this alert? it me!
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The dull humming glow of Amathyst paved his way in gentle light. The Blightstaff held low to the ground, guiding the Firbolg through the mess of makeshift beds and covers his party had made to camp in. There was one tent, however, that stood out above the rest. In shades of pretty purples, silks, and canvas, pitched perfectly as if by magic. The place the Cleric had been drawn to.
Using the back of his nimble hand, Caduceus pushed open the flap, ducking his head inside to be greeted by the warmth of magically created heat and the scent of perfumed incense and flavored hookah. "Mister Shaun? I uh, I hope I'm not intruding. My little ones told me you were still up. Do you mind me coming in?"
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Like always, Shaun had spared no comfort when it came to travel. What was a little magic for a good night's sleep?
"Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you some tea?" He would normally offer wine but the cleric had made it clear he didn't drink alcohol.
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