Faustine
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Black Dragonborn fighter. Scalefriend or scalefoe?
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#FantasyRP #BG3RP #DNDRP
Black Dragonborn fighter. Scalefriend or scalefoe?
(Penned by DigitalInkblot.bsky.social.
#FantasyRP #BG3RP #DNDRP
— sure anyone had ever had a ‘normal’ conversation with her.
“I dabble, when I have time. Which is never.”
Her eyes betrayed her as they continued scanning the stacks and shelves, marking every title she found interesting in her memory.
“I dabble, when I have time. Which is never.”
Her eyes betrayed her as they continued scanning the stacks and shelves, marking every title she found interesting in her memory.
December 1, 2025 at 3:51 AM
— sure anyone had ever had a ‘normal’ conversation with her.
“I dabble, when I have time. Which is never.”
Her eyes betrayed her as they continued scanning the stacks and shelves, marking every title she found interesting in her memory.
“I dabble, when I have time. Which is never.”
Her eyes betrayed her as they continued scanning the stacks and shelves, marking every title she found interesting in her memory.
— to wear around your neck so we can all hear you coming.”
Faustine quickly scooped up the books she had knocked down and put them back in more or less the right spots.
“I…”
Faustine didn’t know how to answer. She’d never had what could be called a friendly conversation with Esra. She wasn’t —
Faustine quickly scooped up the books she had knocked down and put them back in more or less the right spots.
“I…”
Faustine didn’t know how to answer. She’d never had what could be called a friendly conversation with Esra. She wasn’t —
December 1, 2025 at 3:51 AM
— to wear around your neck so we can all hear you coming.”
Faustine quickly scooped up the books she had knocked down and put them back in more or less the right spots.
“I…”
Faustine didn’t know how to answer. She’d never had what could be called a friendly conversation with Esra. She wasn’t —
Faustine quickly scooped up the books she had knocked down and put them back in more or less the right spots.
“I…”
Faustine didn’t know how to answer. She’d never had what could be called a friendly conversation with Esra. She wasn’t —
— Her tail whipped two more books off the shelf as she spun, only for her to then realize the library’s owner had been the one to startle her.
She was not a little embarrassed, the leathery flesh beneath the scales on her face turning a pinkish hue.
“I swear…I’m gonna get you a bell or something —
She was not a little embarrassed, the leathery flesh beneath the scales on her face turning a pinkish hue.
“I swear…I’m gonna get you a bell or something —
December 1, 2025 at 3:51 AM
— Her tail whipped two more books off the shelf as she spun, only for her to then realize the library’s owner had been the one to startle her.
She was not a little embarrassed, the leathery flesh beneath the scales on her face turning a pinkish hue.
“I swear…I’m gonna get you a bell or something —
She was not a little embarrassed, the leathery flesh beneath the scales on her face turning a pinkish hue.
“I swear…I’m gonna get you a bell or something —
Faustine had turned away from the door to pick up a book that had strayed further into the room.
“No way she’s read all these,” She muttered to herself, not hearing Esra enter the room.
“AGH!”
When Esra spoke, Faustine nearly jumped out of her scales as if she were a thief caught red-handed. —
“No way she’s read all these,” She muttered to herself, not hearing Esra enter the room.
“AGH!”
When Esra spoke, Faustine nearly jumped out of her scales as if she were a thief caught red-handed. —
December 1, 2025 at 3:51 AM
Faustine had turned away from the door to pick up a book that had strayed further into the room.
“No way she’s read all these,” She muttered to herself, not hearing Esra enter the room.
“AGH!”
When Esra spoke, Faustine nearly jumped out of her scales as if she were a thief caught red-handed. —
“No way she’s read all these,” She muttered to herself, not hearing Esra enter the room.
“AGH!”
When Esra spoke, Faustine nearly jumped out of her scales as if she were a thief caught red-handed. —
— library as Faustine had pulled a book that had fit too snugly into its space and several books came with it to the floor.
December 1, 2025 at 3:00 AM
— library as Faustine had pulled a book that had fit too snugly into its space and several books came with it to the floor.
— Though she was an expert at hiding that particular emotion, Faustine’s anxiety had driven her into the library upstairs.
Putting her mind in other lands, times, and worlds would help her ignore the fact that they were likely all about to die.
“Aw shit! Dammit!”
There was a commotion in the —
Putting her mind in other lands, times, and worlds would help her ignore the fact that they were likely all about to die.
“Aw shit! Dammit!”
There was a commotion in the —
December 1, 2025 at 3:00 AM
— Though she was an expert at hiding that particular emotion, Faustine’s anxiety had driven her into the library upstairs.
Putting her mind in other lands, times, and worlds would help her ignore the fact that they were likely all about to die.
“Aw shit! Dammit!”
There was a commotion in the —
Putting her mind in other lands, times, and worlds would help her ignore the fact that they were likely all about to die.
“Aw shit! Dammit!”
There was a commotion in the —
— say it.
“I need air.”
Faustine slipped on her boots, not bothering to fix the way her pant-legs scrunched around them.
She glanced at Wren, a desperate sadness written in her eyes as she left the room.
She did not close the door behind her.
“I need air.”
Faustine slipped on her boots, not bothering to fix the way her pant-legs scrunched around them.
She glanced at Wren, a desperate sadness written in her eyes as she left the room.
She did not close the door behind her.
November 29, 2025 at 4:44 AM
— say it.
“I need air.”
Faustine slipped on her boots, not bothering to fix the way her pant-legs scrunched around them.
She glanced at Wren, a desperate sadness written in her eyes as she left the room.
She did not close the door behind her.
“I need air.”
Faustine slipped on her boots, not bothering to fix the way her pant-legs scrunched around them.
She glanced at Wren, a desperate sadness written in her eyes as she left the room.
She did not close the door behind her.
— something freely given no matter how much they may want it?
Faustine didn’t know, and she knew of no other way to solve her problems than to lash out.
“Why can’t I have this?” She asked again quietly, her fists still pressed against her chest.
“I need…I need…”
So close. All she had to do was —
Faustine didn’t know, and she knew of no other way to solve her problems than to lash out.
“Why can’t I have this?” She asked again quietly, her fists still pressed against her chest.
“I need…I need…”
So close. All she had to do was —
November 29, 2025 at 4:44 AM
— something freely given no matter how much they may want it?
Faustine didn’t know, and she knew of no other way to solve her problems than to lash out.
“Why can’t I have this?” She asked again quietly, her fists still pressed against her chest.
“I need…I need…”
So close. All she had to do was —
Faustine didn’t know, and she knew of no other way to solve her problems than to lash out.
“Why can’t I have this?” She asked again quietly, her fists still pressed against her chest.
“I need…I need…”
So close. All she had to do was —
Somewhere deep in her soul Faustine felt such a deep and hollow ache, a place where her own voice echoed little hatreds against herself forever.
Wren silence that just with their presence. This was also truth.
How could someone who denied themselves everything for so long suddenly accept —
Wren silence that just with their presence. This was also truth.
How could someone who denied themselves everything for so long suddenly accept —
November 29, 2025 at 4:44 AM
Somewhere deep in her soul Faustine felt such a deep and hollow ache, a place where her own voice echoed little hatreds against herself forever.
Wren silence that just with their presence. This was also truth.
How could someone who denied themselves everything for so long suddenly accept —
Wren silence that just with their presence. This was also truth.
How could someone who denied themselves everything for so long suddenly accept —
— but something she could welcome when it came for her. This was truth.
Wren made her happy. Their songs, their little jokes, the way they spoke, the way they smelled, how warm they felt lying against her, their honesty, their kindness found where cruelty abounded.
This was truth.
—
Wren made her happy. Their songs, their little jokes, the way they spoke, the way they smelled, how warm they felt lying against her, their honesty, their kindness found where cruelty abounded.
This was truth.
—
November 29, 2025 at 4:44 AM
— but something she could welcome when it came for her. This was truth.
Wren made her happy. Their songs, their little jokes, the way they spoke, the way they smelled, how warm they felt lying against her, their honesty, their kindness found where cruelty abounded.
This was truth.
—
Wren made her happy. Their songs, their little jokes, the way they spoke, the way they smelled, how warm they felt lying against her, their honesty, their kindness found where cruelty abounded.
This was truth.
—
Faustine, her foundation had fundamentally shifted. The solid and sturdy rock she had lived her life on was now sand between her toes.
She was alone. This was truth.
She lived a violent childhood and returned that violence on the world now. This was truth.
Death was not something she feared, —
She was alone. This was truth.
She lived a violent childhood and returned that violence on the world now. This was truth.
Death was not something she feared, —
November 29, 2025 at 4:44 AM
Faustine, her foundation had fundamentally shifted. The solid and sturdy rock she had lived her life on was now sand between her toes.
She was alone. This was truth.
She lived a violent childhood and returned that violence on the world now. This was truth.
Death was not something she feared, —
She was alone. This was truth.
She lived a violent childhood and returned that violence on the world now. This was truth.
Death was not something she feared, —
— She barked a question for herself in Wren’s direction, her anger turned inward but snapping outward like pine wood in a fire. Her hands went back through her dreadlocks again.
Such a simple, innocent thing had been done. Even if it had been a mistake, it could easily be forgiven.
Yet for —
Such a simple, innocent thing had been done. Even if it had been a mistake, it could easily be forgiven.
Yet for —
November 29, 2025 at 4:44 AM
— She barked a question for herself in Wren’s direction, her anger turned inward but snapping outward like pine wood in a fire. Her hands went back through her dreadlocks again.
Such a simple, innocent thing had been done. Even if it had been a mistake, it could easily be forgiven.
Yet for —
Such a simple, innocent thing had been done. Even if it had been a mistake, it could easily be forgiven.
Yet for —
— saying it loudly would cause Wren to shatter and become dust on the wind.
“I thought I was still in a dream when I woke up. I felt you touching me, heard you humming…”
Faustine reached out and balled her hands into fists, bringing them back to beat against her chest.
“Why can’t I have this?!”
—
“I thought I was still in a dream when I woke up. I felt you touching me, heard you humming…”
Faustine reached out and balled her hands into fists, bringing them back to beat against her chest.
“Why can’t I have this?!”
—
November 29, 2025 at 4:44 AM
— saying it loudly would cause Wren to shatter and become dust on the wind.
“I thought I was still in a dream when I woke up. I felt you touching me, heard you humming…”
Faustine reached out and balled her hands into fists, bringing them back to beat against her chest.
“Why can’t I have this?!”
—
“I thought I was still in a dream when I woke up. I felt you touching me, heard you humming…”
Faustine reached out and balled her hands into fists, bringing them back to beat against her chest.
“Why can’t I have this?!”
—
— the floor.
She held her arms close to her belly as if she felt a chill, and as her shoulders slumped she seemed so much smaller than the warrior she was.
Every round of pacing took her further away from the bed and closer to the single small window.
“I wanted this.”
She said so quietly as if —
She held her arms close to her belly as if she felt a chill, and as her shoulders slumped she seemed so much smaller than the warrior she was.
Every round of pacing took her further away from the bed and closer to the single small window.
“I wanted this.”
She said so quietly as if —
November 29, 2025 at 4:44 AM
— the floor.
She held her arms close to her belly as if she felt a chill, and as her shoulders slumped she seemed so much smaller than the warrior she was.
Every round of pacing took her further away from the bed and closer to the single small window.
“I wanted this.”
She said so quietly as if —
She held her arms close to her belly as if she felt a chill, and as her shoulders slumped she seemed so much smaller than the warrior she was.
Every round of pacing took her further away from the bed and closer to the single small window.
“I wanted this.”
She said so quietly as if —
— herself with only Faustine could decide.
And she couldn’t.
“No, I’m not distressed about…I thought I may have hurt you or-or-or that you didn’t want any of this or I…I don’t know!”
Faustine stood up from the bed and paced at the foot of it, her heavy feet thumping slowly and rhythmically on —
And she couldn’t.
“No, I’m not distressed about…I thought I may have hurt you or-or-or that you didn’t want any of this or I…I don’t know!”
Faustine stood up from the bed and paced at the foot of it, her heavy feet thumping slowly and rhythmically on —
November 29, 2025 at 4:44 AM
— herself with only Faustine could decide.
And she couldn’t.
“No, I’m not distressed about…I thought I may have hurt you or-or-or that you didn’t want any of this or I…I don’t know!”
Faustine stood up from the bed and paced at the foot of it, her heavy feet thumping slowly and rhythmically on —
And she couldn’t.
“No, I’m not distressed about…I thought I may have hurt you or-or-or that you didn’t want any of this or I…I don’t know!”
Faustine stood up from the bed and paced at the foot of it, her heavy feet thumping slowly and rhythmically on —
— wounds.
Part of her wanted to laugh, another felt relief, another felt as if she had narrowly avoided certain disaster.
A mix of such uncertainties left her feeling adrift with no land in sight on any horizon.
And then Wren offered her a rope. Whether it was a lifeline or something to hang —
Part of her wanted to laugh, another felt relief, another felt as if she had narrowly avoided certain disaster.
A mix of such uncertainties left her feeling adrift with no land in sight on any horizon.
And then Wren offered her a rope. Whether it was a lifeline or something to hang —
November 29, 2025 at 4:44 AM
— wounds.
Part of her wanted to laugh, another felt relief, another felt as if she had narrowly avoided certain disaster.
A mix of such uncertainties left her feeling adrift with no land in sight on any horizon.
And then Wren offered her a rope. Whether it was a lifeline or something to hang —
Part of her wanted to laugh, another felt relief, another felt as if she had narrowly avoided certain disaster.
A mix of such uncertainties left her feeling adrift with no land in sight on any horizon.
And then Wren offered her a rope. Whether it was a lifeline or something to hang —
Faustine ran her hand back through her leathery dreadlocks, the iron ringlets encircling several of them faintly clinking together as she did it again and again. A nervous tic, one that she thought she’d ridden herself of.
Her eyes looked over Wren’s form as they jokingly checked themselves for —
Her eyes looked over Wren’s form as they jokingly checked themselves for —
November 29, 2025 at 4:44 AM
Faustine ran her hand back through her leathery dreadlocks, the iron ringlets encircling several of them faintly clinking together as she did it again and again. A nervous tic, one that she thought she’d ridden herself of.
Her eyes looked over Wren’s form as they jokingly checked themselves for —
Her eyes looked over Wren’s form as they jokingly checked themselves for —
— I’m sorry, I was asleep and I must’ve just pulled you in, I swear I wasn’t trying to…”
November 29, 2025 at 3:21 AM
— I’m sorry, I was asleep and I must’ve just pulled you in, I swear I wasn’t trying to…”
— mean to…Grab you.”
Faustine sat up, careful not to hurt Wren’s neck as she pulled her other arm away.
She almost sounded panicked, unlike herself, none of the overconfidence and brash indifference that seemed to color her interactions with everyone else.
“Did…I hurt you? I didn’t mean to, —
Faustine sat up, careful not to hurt Wren’s neck as she pulled her other arm away.
She almost sounded panicked, unlike herself, none of the overconfidence and brash indifference that seemed to color her interactions with everyone else.
“Did…I hurt you? I didn’t mean to, —
November 29, 2025 at 3:21 AM
— mean to…Grab you.”
Faustine sat up, careful not to hurt Wren’s neck as she pulled her other arm away.
She almost sounded panicked, unlike herself, none of the overconfidence and brash indifference that seemed to color her interactions with everyone else.
“Did…I hurt you? I didn’t mean to, —
Faustine sat up, careful not to hurt Wren’s neck as she pulled her other arm away.
She almost sounded panicked, unlike herself, none of the overconfidence and brash indifference that seemed to color her interactions with everyone else.
“Did…I hurt you? I didn’t mean to, —
She could feel their breathing, the way the hum vibrated through them, the gentle way they touched her, how they seemed to fit there.
“I-I’m sorry, I…” Faustine said as she reluctantly pulled her arm away, releasing Wren from their scaly bond.
“I didn’t know I did…This…I swear, I didn’t —
“I-I’m sorry, I…” Faustine said as she reluctantly pulled her arm away, releasing Wren from their scaly bond.
“I didn’t know I did…This…I swear, I didn’t —
November 29, 2025 at 3:21 AM
She could feel their breathing, the way the hum vibrated through them, the gentle way they touched her, how they seemed to fit there.
“I-I’m sorry, I…” Faustine said as she reluctantly pulled her arm away, releasing Wren from their scaly bond.
“I didn’t know I did…This…I swear, I didn’t —
“I-I’m sorry, I…” Faustine said as she reluctantly pulled her arm away, releasing Wren from their scaly bond.
“I didn’t know I did…This…I swear, I didn’t —
heart got an early jumpstart by this discovery.
Again, the soft hum cut through her mild panic.
Wren was awake too? Simply lying there in her arms, humming softly, their hand tracing the ridges and scales of her own?
Too good to be true, too lovely to not be a dream, but they felt real. —
Again, the soft hum cut through her mild panic.
Wren was awake too? Simply lying there in her arms, humming softly, their hand tracing the ridges and scales of her own?
Too good to be true, too lovely to not be a dream, but they felt real. —
November 29, 2025 at 3:21 AM
heart got an early jumpstart by this discovery.
Again, the soft hum cut through her mild panic.
Wren was awake too? Simply lying there in her arms, humming softly, their hand tracing the ridges and scales of her own?
Too good to be true, too lovely to not be a dream, but they felt real. —
Again, the soft hum cut through her mild panic.
Wren was awake too? Simply lying there in her arms, humming softly, their hand tracing the ridges and scales of her own?
Too good to be true, too lovely to not be a dream, but they felt real. —
They had slept next to each other last night, Faustine remembered suddenly.
Wait, why were they so close? Why was her arm wrapped so snugly around their belly, her other arm beneath their neck and crossing their chest as if in a hug?
Oh no, oh no, oh no.
She had to remain calm, even as her —
Wait, why were they so close? Why was her arm wrapped so snugly around their belly, her other arm beneath their neck and crossing their chest as if in a hug?
Oh no, oh no, oh no.
She had to remain calm, even as her —
November 29, 2025 at 3:21 AM
They had slept next to each other last night, Faustine remembered suddenly.
Wait, why were they so close? Why was her arm wrapped so snugly around their belly, her other arm beneath their neck and crossing their chest as if in a hug?
Oh no, oh no, oh no.
She had to remain calm, even as her —
Wait, why were they so close? Why was her arm wrapped so snugly around their belly, her other arm beneath their neck and crossing their chest as if in a hug?
Oh no, oh no, oh no.
She had to remain calm, even as her —