Faustine
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Black Dragonborn fighter. Scalefriend or scalefoe?
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Black Dragonborn fighter. Scalefriend or scalefoe?
(Penned by DigitalInkblot.bsky.social.
#FantasyRP #BG3RP #DNDRP
— 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.
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— 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 —
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— 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 —
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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.
—
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— 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, —
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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 —
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— 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?!”
—
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— 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 —
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— 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 —
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— 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 —
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— 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 —
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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, —
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— 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 —
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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 —
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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 —
Dreams and nightmares fade, memories come back, anxieties and excitements hit all at once.
She felt so warm beneath the blankets, warmer than she thought she should. Something soft conformed to her body, something silken rested beneath her chin.
Wren. Of course it was Wren.
—
She felt so warm beneath the blankets, warmer than she thought she should. Something soft conformed to her body, something silken rested beneath her chin.
Wren. Of course it was Wren.
—
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Dreams and nightmares fade, memories come back, anxieties and excitements hit all at once.
She felt so warm beneath the blankets, warmer than she thought she should. Something soft conformed to her body, something silken rested beneath her chin.
Wren. Of course it was Wren.
—
She felt so warm beneath the blankets, warmer than she thought she should. Something soft conformed to her body, something silken rested beneath her chin.
Wren. Of course it was Wren.
—
her mouth to reply, and then…
A hum.
A sound like the sun breaking through clouds, a song that was fit to give Summer a voice.
Faustine woke suddenly, a sharp breath in through her nose signaling she was lucid.
For a moment she lived in that limbo right after you wake where you are a new person. —
A hum.
A sound like the sun breaking through clouds, a song that was fit to give Summer a voice.
Faustine woke suddenly, a sharp breath in through her nose signaling she was lucid.
For a moment she lived in that limbo right after you wake where you are a new person. —
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her mouth to reply, and then…
A hum.
A sound like the sun breaking through clouds, a song that was fit to give Summer a voice.
Faustine woke suddenly, a sharp breath in through her nose signaling she was lucid.
For a moment she lived in that limbo right after you wake where you are a new person. —
A hum.
A sound like the sun breaking through clouds, a song that was fit to give Summer a voice.
Faustine woke suddenly, a sharp breath in through her nose signaling she was lucid.
For a moment she lived in that limbo right after you wake where you are a new person. —
“What d’ya mean ‘what am I doing?’ I know exactly what I’m doing.”
“No, you don’t. You’re a sword with no hilt, y’are. Anyone that tries to grab you is gonna come away bloody.”
Faustine grumbled, unable to offer any kind of rebuttal. How could she when the voice was right on all counts?
She opened —
“No, you don’t. You’re a sword with no hilt, y’are. Anyone that tries to grab you is gonna come away bloody.”
Faustine grumbled, unable to offer any kind of rebuttal. How could she when the voice was right on all counts?
She opened —
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“What d’ya mean ‘what am I doing?’ I know exactly what I’m doing.”
“No, you don’t. You’re a sword with no hilt, y’are. Anyone that tries to grab you is gonna come away bloody.”
Faustine grumbled, unable to offer any kind of rebuttal. How could she when the voice was right on all counts?
She opened —
“No, you don’t. You’re a sword with no hilt, y’are. Anyone that tries to grab you is gonna come away bloody.”
Faustine grumbled, unable to offer any kind of rebuttal. How could she when the voice was right on all counts?
She opened —
and the sweat of a hard day’s work.
“Faustine,” It said again, clearer now.
“Yes?” She answered. She didn’t need to ask who the voice belonged to. Only two people ever visited her in dreams, and this is the one she wanted to see.
“What’re y’doing, girl?” The voice asked, confused. —
“Faustine,” It said again, clearer now.
“Yes?” She answered. She didn’t need to ask who the voice belonged to. Only two people ever visited her in dreams, and this is the one she wanted to see.
“What’re y’doing, girl?” The voice asked, confused. —
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and the sweat of a hard day’s work.
“Faustine,” It said again, clearer now.
“Yes?” She answered. She didn’t need to ask who the voice belonged to. Only two people ever visited her in dreams, and this is the one she wanted to see.
“What’re y’doing, girl?” The voice asked, confused. —
“Faustine,” It said again, clearer now.
“Yes?” She answered. She didn’t need to ask who the voice belonged to. Only two people ever visited her in dreams, and this is the one she wanted to see.
“What’re y’doing, girl?” The voice asked, confused. —
Sleep was rarely so easy for her, even with liquor turning the waters of her mind murky.
Her sleep was not dreamless no matter how much she wished for nothing but black silence until she woke.
“Faustine,” A gruff voice said, somewhere through smoke and ash and the comforting scent of hot steel —
Her sleep was not dreamless no matter how much she wished for nothing but black silence until she woke.
“Faustine,” A gruff voice said, somewhere through smoke and ash and the comforting scent of hot steel —
November 29, 2025 at 3:21 AM
Sleep was rarely so easy for her, even with liquor turning the waters of her mind murky.
Her sleep was not dreamless no matter how much she wished for nothing but black silence until she woke.
“Faustine,” A gruff voice said, somewhere through smoke and ash and the comforting scent of hot steel —
Her sleep was not dreamless no matter how much she wished for nothing but black silence until she woke.
“Faustine,” A gruff voice said, somewhere through smoke and ash and the comforting scent of hot steel —