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WHO: Wysteria & YOU
WHAT: Anchor-related adventures and/or drama in fantasy September.
WHEN: Kingsway
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Some anchor and rift-related peril; open stuff is in the comments, but may use this as a catch-all. If an open prompt doesn't suit you, feel free to wildcard me or hit me up and I can write something bespoke. Prose or brackets is a-okay.
WHAT: Anchor-related adventures and/or drama in fantasy September.
WHEN: Kingsway
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Some anchor and rift-related peril; open stuff is in the comments, but may use this as a catch-all. If an open prompt doesn't suit you, feel free to wildcard me or hit me up and I can write something bespoke. Prose or brackets is a-okay.


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“Actually no. It’s surprisingly impossible for us to fall prey to illness of any sort— on account of us being dead and all.”
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This all in one uninterrupted breath, running the gamut from patrician condescension to alarm and then right back to frowning. That's absurd. You're standing right before her, Astarion.
"If I was seriously ill, which I am not, it would be very cruel to be so cavalier with the truth in our conversation."
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His smile is all teeth. All jagged teeth.
“A little less color in your cheeks and you might join me soon enough.”