More Angst Prompts

“Am I safe with you?” [ @dryadalismagicae ] { Na'elle }

The laugh that follows her question is sudden and sharp and unkind, yet how amusing it all is!

Before, she would have been in peril because he was under the thrall of some mind-flayer scheme. And now? Now, even should he wish to do so—and why would he?—he lacks any and all ability to draw upon the magicks that his pact with the Absolute had bestowed unto him. The laugh is double-edged and slices him, also, to the core.

The reason, how-ever, is not one he intends to share. He had done well covering his powerlessness since leaving Grymforge. He has no intention of revealing his predicament now.

"Safe with me?" he repeats, every syllable measured and serrated.

"I do not think that you could have asked a more insipid question if you had tried to find one."

Let her assume the reason for his scathing remark: that he feels not the slightest indebted to her, that he has no attachment to any of these ridiculous fools, that he would just as soon let them all suffer the consequences of whatever asinine decision they might next make and take the artifact for himself.

She can think whatever she likes. It is no matter to him.

[ He knows the truth. ]

❛ do not forget what i am.  ❜ // @lcftyambiticns

"And what is that?" the drow questions with a mocking not-quite-smile, that telltale [ patronizing ] sing-song to his voice.

His head canted slightly to one side, he continues, pondering the potential answers aloud.

"A ne'er-do-well? A cad? A wizard of... questionable renown? A mere mortal hoping to cast off his mortality? What, precisely, is it that you wish us to remember that you are?"

Inbox call?

Jaheira leaned back on the chair, rocking it slightly as she regarded Nere, her eyes unfocused but filled with mischievousness. “Nere... Nere...” she mumbled, slurring his name as if it was a strange new song. "Neeeere... Ner-reee, yeah, that’s a good one." She paused, squinting at him with exaggerated curiosity, a grin tugging at her lips. “Did you pick it yourself, or did your mama just... toss it at you? I mean, it’s a great name! Nere, sounds so... so... important. Like you’re supposed to be a big deal or something. I bet you’ve got a whole... backstory for it, right?” She let out a giggle, almost losing her balance as she swayed the chair back again.

@harpershigh

She mocks him.

He does not care to be mocked. He has never cared to be mocked. All he has wanted for his entire life was respect [ and freedom, though that is a far more difficult thing to say, or even to understand to one who has lived as he has lived ].

Why then does it seem as though every gods-forsaken person to have crossed his path in recent months finds it not only acceptable but hilarious to do so.

At least this one is drunk. Perhaps she means what she says and perhaps she does not. In the end, it does not truly matter. Despite what any here might think, he is no fool. While he was unaware of this [ ancient ] hero's status and legend with their first meeting, he is a quick study. He is exceedingly aware of it now.

He is also quite cognizant of the fact that she holds power while his own continued existence within the good graces—or perhaps tolerance—of the group remains tenuous at best [ and to provoke a fight would be unwise in his current diminished state, regardless ].

He cannot allow his pride to get the better of him here and now, no matter how her words gall him, how they burn at him just as Baenre's scathing remarks.

And yet, though he cannot make it so exceedingly plain as he would like, still he does not feel that he need bow to her queries either.

He takes a deep breath, pushes further down that roiling anger within his chest, and, after another moment, he corners his eyes to look at her.

"I hope you will excuse that I see no point in wasting my breath by explaining my name's origin with someone who is too intoxicated to remember it by the morning."

i really love the phrase “with all due respect” because it doesn’t specify how much respect is due. could be none. bitch.

me [coming to terms with a truth about myself]: hm..................................................... unfortunate

people? caring for me? loving me? sticking around? sounds fake must be after something

I always forget what day it is and invariably find myself reminded to stay off the dash. 😂

HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE TOUCHED?

cautiously.

your teeth are bared, as they have been, your jaw aching for so long as growls slip free. you always have to defend yourself. you lash out in fear. you need someone who does not shrink back... a hand falling slowly to your shoulder, however briefly, in a reminder that you do not have to lunge. there is no danger here, now.

tagged by: @dryadalismagicae

tagging: @fromgallowsandgraves and whoever else wants to do the quiz

So, aside from any—deserved—commentary on the small fact that I have very little impulse control when it concerns muses... How would we feel about an old man with seven canaries and a "dark" goddess who is very fond of music and dancing?