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Indie Deen (FE15) blog, witten by Lagomorph. Follows will come from lunarlapin

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avversiera:

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❝I’m satisfied now, yes.❞

Versiera replied nonchalantly, bringing her legs inward onto the couch. She placed hands before her on the cushion to lean towards Deen, a vixen-like smile dancing upon her lips. She tilted her head just right to where her long, silver locks fall off of her shoulder and sway slightly. The harrier batted her eyelashes before she spoke. Usually, this is when a heart flutters or breaks in a man. 

❝Tell me, love. You do not seem like the sort of personality to join the Deliverance. I can say the same for myself. What is your seasonings?❞

Deen leaned back against the seat, folding his arms over his chest. He might as well get comfortable. he doubted this woman was going to let him leave anytime soon. He looked at her, his gaze cool and his face hard and serious as ever.

“I had a debt to repay. That’s all.” This wasn’t the first time a woman tried to charm him, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. He knew better than to be so easily flustered.

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avversiera:

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❝You’re rather DENSE, aren’t you? Having to explain my motives like this. Goodness! A woman creates a ruse in order to lure a man into conversing with her. That is obviously what is happening here.❞

❝It matters not, any longer. I shall make it easy for you: come over here and keep me company. I KNOW you have nothing else better to do, so no excuses.❞

Versiera gave him a look before facing forward in her seat, allowing a ‘hmmph’ sound to escape her. Her lips pursed slightly as if she was pouting. Can Deen not appreciate her efforts in trying to smoothly speak to him? It was like plotting against a brick wall! So stubborn. 

Although…this is making the chase quite interesting. She is actually having to work for this man’s attention. Not something Versiera is used to.

Now, Deen wasn’t exactly used to women demanding his attention like this. It wasn’t unusual that he would have women be attracted to him, but never before had one insisted that he sit down and spend time with her.

He had to respect her methods a little bit.

“If I sit here, will you stop your complaining?” He walked over, taking a seat across from her. He still didn’t see the point, but if she was going to be like that, he might as well do it.

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Jesse watched him carefully. It was his desperation that spurred him to glean whatever he could from Deen’s mannerisms. He knew the man to be right – being in the killing business longer gave one more time to adjust to its consequences. The memories that haunted him – sad and myriad – threatened to return to the forefront of his mind. He fought to keep them at bay. 

“That’s … that’s harsh, Deen. Harsh but true. Guess I’m just a greenhorn at this, in comparison to ya.”

“Props to ya for surviving this long, by the by. I didn’t give you enough credit for this. My – my folks, you know?” There was a pained, pregnant pause, but Jesse forced it to end, forced himself to speak further. 

“Gods, Deen … they kicked the bucket, a long while ago. I’m alone. I’ll … damn, I’ll die alone, too. Pretty lonely not havin’ any relatives left, y’know?”

“Just part of the job.” His tone was cold, but really, he knew how this felt. It was just that he accepted it a long time ago. “You don’t get many friends in this line of work, I’ll tell you that.” He closed his eyes, his mouth pressing into a tight line.

“I’ve got no family. They’ve been gone for a long time. And soon enough, I’ll be alone again. It’s just how life is.”

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madnessinherited:

  “There are many kings here, if you care to notice. Lords and princesses aplenty… if you wish for conversation, leave me and go to them.”

“You can’t tell me you’re no different from them.”

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Jesse closed his eyes, trying to gauge where his worries, which he normally kept hidden, would lead. No good. He couldn’t make any sense of it. It was a mishmash of regrets, in that he’d lost so much on the road to becoming a mercenary. He sighed, half resigned, half frustrated. 

“Then what am I s’pposed to do, Deen?”

“Feelings hurt. I’m asking how you deal with those.It’s like nothing ever phases you … well, ever. You sure you’re actually human, man? It’s just uncanny how you move on from all you’ve seen, all you’e done.”

Deen closed his eyes for a moment, masking the feelings in him that threatened to bubble up. His own memories... They wouldn’t be dismissed so easily.

“I’m just a man. Just like you. I’ve just been at this longer.” His voice was low and gruff.

“...I can’t tell ‘ya how to do it. You figure it out after long enough. Or else you don’t make it.” Jesse was still young, he thought. Young and green. He didn’t know it wasn’t a skill of his, but just a reality of how long he had been on the job.

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avversiera:

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❝Aww, I would have let you have a sip if you were to be a good boy and do as a I ask. My mistake for thinking you could do something as simple as that task.❞

Versiera responded before her white-painted lips curved into a smirk. If he is going to be rude, then he shall receive snark in return. It’s only right. Perhaps it will anger him enough to do what she pleases. Reverse psychology, as they call it. If not, it’s simply delightful to see what one’s hot buttons are! Deen’s seems to be human interaction. Cheeky, truly.

“A good boy? And what makes you think I’d want to be a ‘good boy’ for you?”

What was with this woman? Did she mistake him for a child? Was she deliberately trying to provoke him? He crossed his arms, giving her an expectant look.

“...What are you getting at?”

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My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.

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madnessinherited:

Ha…he’s right. 

 “Than why approach me… of all people.”

He should have known better than to pry. But...

“It’s not every day you see a king among us. I want to know why.”

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Versiera reclined on lavishly-cushioned pillows after speaking to her blonde-haired superior by the name of Ezekiel. She could not help but follow the other into The Deliverance. She has to make sure he is no traitor to the Rigelian cause. Who cares if that farm-boy Alm saved them from Jerome? It does not mean their status is nothing to them any longer. If anything, she was merely observing ‘Zeke’ to make sure he stays in line. Some might find her reasoning ridiculous, but there is already suspicions on the man. Might as well confirm if he is who he says or not.

Although, her mind didn’t solely focus on her person of interest. In fact, her thoughts tended to wander to an entirely different man. The one called Deen. 

Yes, him.

 Quite the odd one, if she is to be honest. Completely keeps to himself. Not much of a talker. Always frowning. What a grump! Must have some sort of dark and TRAGIC past. Usually that’s the type of man to possess such quirks. Nevertheless, it caught her attention.

❝Won’t you be a gentleman and hand me my glass of wine that I left over on that table?❞

She spoke out-loud to the said man, pointing to what she desired. Versiera accidentally set it down during her earlier conversation. She thought not to bring it with her as she settled into her seat. Inconvenient, truly. Perhaps he will do as she request and it will give her an excuse to converse further.

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Deen happened to be passing by when the woman caught his attention. Really, he had just intended to keep to himself; a job was a job, and he had a debt to repay for being freed from Grieth, but he knew he couldn’t get attached. 

Not that he was very much of a people person, anyway.

He stopped in his tracks when he heard her request, raising an eyebrow at her. Did he look like some kind of errand boy?

“...why can’t you get it yourself?” he asked simply, turning towards her and crossing his arms. This was certainly the first time he had been asked to do something so... frivolous.

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of-invisible-ties:

Jesse simply chuckled with him. No matter the sorrow, one’s laughter always made it easier to bear. It was just … too much, all at once. Despite the cheery countenance he always presented to others, Jesse had seen both too much of sadness and of death. He knew them keenly.

“Yeah, well  … we all have our ways with dealing with that sort of thing. You have yours, and I’ve got mine.”

“My way of dealing with it is forgettin’ it, though. I’m not built as tough as ya, Deen. I still feel things.”

“Listen. Don’t expect to not feel things.” He looked intensely at the other man. “Just trust me on that.”

It wasn’t that Deen didn’t feel anything himself. It was that his own situation had forced him to hide any evidence of his emotions and ignore the loss. Not that he could ever ignore it entirely.

“Tryin’ won’t do you any good.”

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madnessinherited:

 “Are you of … sound mind?” And this is the mad king who is asking of this. 

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“I don’t see any reason why you should be concerned about my state of mind.” 

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“Much quieter with you gone” (brcvesword)

“Are you saying that’s a bad thing, hmm? ‘Cause if you are…”

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“I’m just saying.”

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RP-Starters: Hate, Rivalries and Irritation

“Oh, great, it’s you.”

“I can beat your ass any day.”

“Just fuck off.”

“I was having a great day. Your ugly mug just ruined it.”

“Yeah, you’re doing awesome. If losing is awesome, anyway.”

“You? Better than me? Right.”

“Oh I’ll beat you.”

“There’s no way I’ll be losing to you.”

“Leave, or I’ll see that you’ll be leaving in a bag.”

“There’s no way you can do it better.”

“Now you’re just being arrogant.”

“Was that a challenge?”

“There are no words to describe how much I hate you.”

“Can you not?”

“I’ve never seen anyone do it that badly.”

“I didn’t even know someone could fail at this.”

“Even a baby could beat you.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“You better start running.”

“Get the hell out of here, or I swear to god-”

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protector / protectee starters

“no. you can’t go, it’s too dangerous.”

“it’s not dangerous. i’ll be fine.”

“i’m not going to let anything happen to you.” 

“you can’t keep me safe from everything.”

“just be careful.” 

“i’m always careful.”

“you’re going to get yourself hurt.”

“i won’t get hurt, i promise.”

“i won’t let them hurt you.”

“you can’t save me from this.”

“please try and stay out of trouble.”

“if anything happened to you…” 

“i’m not sure how to keep you safe.”

“i’m not going to let you out of my sight.”

“this is the only way to keep you safe.”

“you can’t keep an eye on me twenty four seven.”

“everywhere you go, i go.”

“it’s not your job to protect me.”

“it’s my job to protect you.”

“don’t worry, i’ve got you.”

“no one will hurt you as long as i’m breathing.”

“you don’t understand how dangerous this is.”

“please come back in one piece.”

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protector / protectee starters

“no. you can’t go, it’s too dangerous.”

“it’s not dangerous. i’ll be fine.”

“i’m not going to let anything happen to you.” 

“you can’t keep me safe from everything.”

“just be careful.” 

“i’m always careful.”

“you’re going to get yourself hurt.”

“i won’t get hurt, i promise.”

“i won’t let them hurt you.”

“you can’t save me from this.”

“please try and stay out of trouble.”

“if anything happened to you…” 

“i’m not sure how to keep you safe.”

“i’m not going to let you out of my sight.”

“this is the only way to keep you safe.”

“you can’t keep an eye on me twenty four seven.”

“everywhere you go, i go.”

“it’s not your job to protect me.”

“it’s my job to protect you.”

“don’t worry, i’ve got you.”

“no one will hurt you as long as i’m breathing.”

“you don’t understand how dangerous this is.”

“please come back in one piece.”

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being a part of alm’s army had it’s immediate perks. plenty of things to eat, people to talk to, and no one seemed to question Inigo’s odd behavior on certain topics; they seemed to just assume it came with his odd cloak. this strange man, however, confused him. he was part of celica’s band of soldiers, a mercenary like himself. but he reminded him of an old thief friend, rather than the hardheaded merc the other’s deemed him to be. thus, inigo approached with a kitten in his hands, just rescued from clair. 

❣-                             “ deen, was it? ah.. pardon the intrusion. i wanted to know if you’d like to help me find this kitten a new home. ”

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“Sorry, but if you’re looking for-”

The man paused for a moment. 

“Wait. Did you say kitten?”

He peered at the tiny ball of fluff in the other man’s arms. Sure enough, it was a small orange kitten, trembling from the cold. Now, people were different, but something so small and helpless...

He looked up at Inigo, a serious look in his eyes.

“I’ll do anything I can to help.”