well yes of course
those draculaura’s queening out together at the bottom is so beautiful
didn’t even realize i had so many twitter trauma responses until i caught myself immediately scrolling on every post trying to get past the blue check bot comments until i realized..
yayy! i have no idea what i’m doing bc it’s my first campaign but my oc WILL be the people’s princess i can tell u that
who broke free both literally and metaphorically, sprinting to his room that was shared with his coworkers and escaping into the night with only the clothes on his back, a small bag of coin, and his tambourine. as dawn slowly trickled into the city, it was not just a new day for val, but a new life
feeling a building sense of resentment towards the features he possessed that made him so sought after, and towards those that made him too plain to fit in with his elven kin. isolated, angry, and aching for freedom, the final straw came one night when his mentor attempted to force himself on val-
val experienced the loss of his independence in stages; firstly longing to join the children in the city as they played and went home to their families, then by being prohibited from taking further classes with his peers, and finally in the moment that he 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘥 his first customer, immediately-
as he interacts(or rather, 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵, interact) with his peers, the owner sees ̶a̶ ̶v̶i̶c̶t̶i̶m̶ himself in valentine, and promptly takes him under his wing. as the boy grows into a young man the owner becomes more of a mentor, guiding him in the ways of carnal pleasure for men, women and everyone in between
as valentine (taken from the name engraved on his tambourine) grows in this environment, he completes his tasks, attains a rudimentary education, and observes. a quiet child by nature, the brothel owner (also a half-elf) takes particular interest in the boy, watching him closely-