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true love's kiss

“As she bends for a Kleenex in the dark, I am thinking of other girls: the girl I loved who fell in love with a lion—she lost her head over it—we just necked a lot; of the girl who fell in love with the tightrope, got addicted to getting high wired and nothing else was enough; all the beautiful, damaged women who have come through my life and I wonder what would have happened if I’d met them sooner, what they were like before they were so badly wounded. All this time I thought I’d been kissing, but maybe I’m always doing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, kissing dead girls in hopes that the heart will start again. Where there’s breath, I’ve heard, there’s hope.”

– Daphne Gottlieb, Kissing Dead Girls

You bit the poisoned apple. The needle of the spinning wheel pierced your finger. The terms are complete, the cursed fulfilled. Or perhaps your downfall is more modern (technology, bio-weaponry, misuse of powers) or metaphoric. Regardless, you've slipped in a sleep as deep as death. No one or nothing can wake you.

Nothing except a kiss from your true love.

— comment with your character + prefs + desired role. are you cursed or cursebreaker?
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— remember, your 'true love' might not be who you expect; the conventional may not work, the outlandish the perfect fit instead.

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[Fae-wild shenanigans or maybe he was the one who got hit at the Sunken Tomb

[The hunt for the Vestiges is off to a shaky start, as Vox Machina learns the location of the Deathwalker's Ward. It's only thanks to Keyleth that they are all able to make it into the entrance of the tomb at the bottom of the lake, but they do make it through the entrance nonetheless, though Vax cannot help but be on his guard the entire time. He has a bad feeling about this place, and for good reason.

This is, after all, the tomb of the Champion of the Raven Queen, and that particular deity does not exactly have the most fond reputation. There is no doubt that this whole tomb will be full of traps and other entities vying to protect the Raven Queen's secrets.

By some miracle, the team manages to get the better of the beholder and its kuo-toa minions defending the tomb and there is nothing standing between them and their intended prize. Yet still, the hairs on the back of Vax's neck stand up, telling him to be careful. He hears Percy's voice up ahead, calling out his intentions to have a look at the tomb, but Vax is too preoccupied with helping Lady Kima out of the pit she fell into during the fight against the beholder.]

Wait, Percival! Godsdammit. [Once he is certain Kima is safe with Grog, he quickly goes back to the sarcophagus just as Percy is opening it. To his relief, there appears to be no trap in merely opening the tomb, and he breathes a sigh of relief as he slides in at Percy's side to begin inspecting it.] I swear, Percival, you're going to be the death of me.