I remember my favorite romance I ever did was during D&D. I'd given up a character to help raise the tension of a huge quest (after talking with the DM... He and I worked together) and got another at the same level, locked away in the dungeon. The evil group that they were fighting against (and trying to run from at the time!) had locked someone up in the prison. A black-skinned Tiefling. For all intents and purposes, he literally looked like a demon.
It was revealed that he was an assassin, a rogue completely specialized on KILLING, as opposed to burglaring. We already had a rogue in the party, and after they sprung the assassin out (to help guide them out of the lair), they were feeling a bit replaced/vulnerable, and started trying to show off that they were better. He never killed, or tried very hard not to kill, and my rogue reveled in it.
I remember, everyone else had gone to bed for the night, and we were just staying up RPing (and would relate to the DM what happened later), basically sitting around the campfire during first watch. And finally the other rogue (a half elf, by the by) turned to my Tiefling and went "What do you feel when you kill? You're a monster, why should I believe anything else?"
"Picture a night. The moon peeking out from amidst the clouds. A cold, winter's night, where each breath you take sears your lungs. Every movement you make you're keenly aware of. Everything in perfect clarity. Then, the touch of a lover, embracing you. In this moment, the world falls away around you, until there is only you, and them. You stare into each other's eyes, knowing that nothing else matters, that nothing in the world has been as important as this moment. For this is the moment you die. Even as you feel the blade, you feel the warmth of their skin, see the mist of their breath. They hold you, support you, and lie you down. And as the world narrows, falls away, they are the ones to deliver you. In this moment, there is no greater intimacy.
You ask what I feel, when I kill? Everything. Hope, despair, love, hate. In this moment, I die too. I die with my prey, and am reborn each day. I have known intimacy on a level so profound, that nothing else touches onto it."
My assassin became obsessed with bringing this other rogue around to see his point of view, and somewhere along the line, they became lovers. Rivals, yes, and lovers. They hated each other, tried to change the other, but they were drawn to each other like magnets, unable to resist the call of the other.
This other player did tons of art for them, most of it modern takes on the couple, but it really shows how they often ended up!
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It was revealed that he was an assassin, a rogue completely specialized on KILLING, as opposed to burglaring. We already had a rogue in the party, and after they sprung the assassin out (to help guide them out of the lair), they were feeling a bit replaced/vulnerable, and started trying to show off that they were better. He never killed, or tried very hard not to kill, and my rogue reveled in it.
I remember, everyone else had gone to bed for the night, and we were just staying up RPing (and would relate to the DM what happened later), basically sitting around the campfire during first watch. And finally the other rogue (a half elf, by the by) turned to my Tiefling and went "What do you feel when you kill? You're a monster, why should I believe anything else?"
"Picture a night. The moon peeking out from amidst the clouds. A cold, winter's night, where each breath you take sears your lungs. Every movement you make you're keenly aware of. Everything in perfect clarity. Then, the touch of a lover, embracing you. In this moment, the world falls away around you, until there is only you, and them. You stare into each other's eyes, knowing that nothing else matters, that nothing in the world has been as important as this moment. For this is the moment you die. Even as you feel the blade, you feel the warmth of their skin, see the mist of their breath. They hold you, support you, and lie you down. And as the world narrows, falls away, they are the ones to deliver you. In this moment, there is no greater intimacy.
You ask what I feel, when I kill? Everything. Hope, despair, love, hate. In this moment, I die too. I die with my prey, and am reborn each day. I have known intimacy on a level so profound, that nothing else touches onto it."
My assassin became obsessed with bringing this other rogue around to see his point of view, and somewhere along the line, they became lovers. Rivals, yes, and lovers. They hated each other, tried to change the other, but they were drawn to each other like magnets, unable to resist the call of the other.
This other player did tons of art for them, most of it modern takes on the couple, but it really shows how they often ended up!
