Dendrophilia
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Dendrophilia
((I’m gonna xD))
NEVER | NOT REALLY | MAYBE | NOT BAD | MMMMM | HELL YES | TAKE ME NOW | THERE GO MY PANTS
I had to search for the term in a dictionary…and I assume you did, too! Why, never!
Public displays of affection?
NEVER | NOT REALLY | MAYBE | NOT BAD | MMMMM | HELL YES | TAKE ME NOW | THERE GO MY PANTS
I suppose I have no qualm with seeing affection on the road, no! Vice versa, affection of any sort would come as a…
Well. I wouldn’t mind it.
Shad/Din, "Hey, have you seen the…? Oh.”
Shad whirled around the door frame and stood with his back to the awning. His eyebrows shot up and he stared at the ceiling.
"Sorry!" he called back, as easily as he might. "Door was open. Not sure who left it…um…"
He couldn’t hear anything behind him.
"I didn’t see anything, if you were worried," he ventured after a pause.
Still nothing.
He finally dared to peek back around the door, if only to discern a shadow, or where the Oracles clothes might drape across the bed, pile on the floor.
Nothing stirred in the far corner. He didn’t dare look farther.
"Miss Din? Are you—did you go someplace?"
Whack!
Shad jumped when the rolled sheet snapped against his leg. Din’s loud, tinkling laugh rang out and he almost whipped around again with a frown. She caught him by the shoulders first and shoved him out the door.
"Don’t be dense!" she cried. "I’ll tell you when I’m done."
He was left in the hall with the echo of the slamming door, a sting on his thigh, and the hair on the back of his neck standing on end.
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NEVER | NOT REALLY | MAYBE | NOT BAD | MMMMM | HELL YES | TAKE ME NOW | THERE GO MY PANTS
Shad/Haeyin "Are you flirting with me?"
Shad looked up. The color drained from his face. He looked left. He looked right. He checked over his shoulder.
No, Haeyin had asked him and him alone.
"N…no?" he said.
Haeyin tilted his head and took a step forward.
"Really? You sure?"
"Pretty sure."
"I didn’t know you stuttered."
"I-I don’t know what you mean."
"And when have you ever noticed or liked what I was wearing?"
"When the clothes started, ah, being colorful?"
"The only colorful thing here might me your face, sir."
Shad finally huffed the staggered breath he took and sputtered, “I’m not flirting, I never was flirting, and if flirting can be commonly confused with niceties between you and I in the future, well then I—!”
Shad abruptly stopped speaking. Haeyin had that twinkle in his eye.
A moment later, he burst into a fit of laughter. Shad did his best to glower, and tugged his collar higher over his furiously red neck.
"Shad, you thought I was serious?"
"I take most things anyone says seriously."
"Flirting?"
"Why you…"
Shad sighed and held his head with one hand. “Brigand.”
Haeyin kept laughing.
Send me a pairing and a line of dialogue and I’ll write you something
Source: From pierceaholic ( http://pierceaholic.tumblr.com/post/88980020838/send-me-a-pairing-and-a-line-of-dialogue-and-ill-write ) but the post reblogs as a link
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"Wait right there, don’t move!"
"That’s a good look for you."
"Could you repeat that?"
"Hey, have you seen the…? Oh.”
"Everything’s going to be fine."
"This isn’t exactly what I had in mind."
"Are you flirting with me?"
"Must be a day ending in y."
"Stop trying to cheer me up!"
"You want me to do what?”
"It’s never too late."
"Please stay."
"If there’s one thing the world needs more of…"
"I’ve got one word for you: sing-along!"
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?
"That is one hell of a mess."
"There’s something I’ve been meaning to say…"
"Last time I ask you for a favor!"
"Come on."
"I need this."
”Don’t make it into a big deal.”
"You forgot to say the magic word."
"Where the fuck did that clown come from?"
"I’ll never unsee that."
"Can I tell you a secret?"
"This one’s on me."
"I’m lost."
"Give me a hand."
"I think you missed your calling."
So Blind. Definitely Blind. [Shad, Aestus, ???]
Great goddesses above, was this man incapable of one coherent sentence? Aestus sighed inwardly and loosened his grip on the fellow’s sleeve. “I’m afraid I’m a bit lost. Usually, I can find my way home alright, but I was knocked off my route earlier. Would y’mind helping me on my way?” That sounded nice and respectable. Or, he hoped so. Curbing the heavy Western accent he’d gained over the years was always rather difficult for the boy.
He finally let go of the man— now that he had his full attention. He seemed just about as much of a chump as Ace figured, which was good. He clearly noticed the “blindness” Ace was playing, as well. Whole demeanor changed, really.
This was going to be a walk in the park.
When the young man finished speaking and stepped away, Shad reached for his shoulder and kept his hand there as guide.
"But of course!" he said. "I cannot imagine keeping en route a simple task. Now…"
Shad looked for any indication that the gentleman was walking a certain direction. Unfortunately, they had reached a crossroads. The lane divided into two clogged thoroughfares, full of crammed housing and an odd assortment of…private, unmarked (and presumable) businesses.
"…I should ask where ‘home’ might be," he continued. He studied the lad. "Do you dwell nearby?"
That is to say, he thought, that he would commend his bravery if he HAD wandered far. But he caught his tongue this time—the last thing he needed was to insult him and see him on his lost way early.
He glanced over his shoulder as two children, a boy and a girl, chased each other right alongside his heels. Besides which, this district seems positively flush with children.
So Blind. Definitely Blind. [Shad, Aestus, ???]
There were certain types of people that Aestus considered jackpots in the conning business. Fair folks with stringy arms and spectacles, folks that always walked around with their head stuck someplace different— folks like this dumb bloke in front of him. He seemed like he’d be one of those naive saps that always spared more change than they really should. A good blind act should weasel at least a decent meal’s worth of rupees out of him.
Aestus glanced over his shoulder to one of his boys until he met his gaze, then quickly signaled something with his hands— a code they’d developed a while back to communicate plans without raising too much suspicion. Once he was sure the other boy understood him, Ace went on his way.
He’d gotten pretty good at faking blindness. It might’ve helped that he couldn’t clearly see too much ahead of him, but whatever. “Excuse me— er,” he grabbed at the scrawny fellow’s sleeve, “Sir? Sir, would you spare a moment?”
Shad jumped at the weight of something laden and quick yanking on his sleeve. He skidded to a stop and snapped his head ‘round.
"A moment, yes, perhaps," he retorted before he could finish identifying the young man, "but not another trip to the tail—"
He trailed off when the stranger's tells added up in his brain: the way he stared askew at a fixed nothing beside his head, the way he gripped his sleeve…and his eye color…!
"…Er, beg pardon," he went on. "A moment, yes, I have many of those to share. Why, it may take me many more I figure out how to get out of—"
He clipped this remark too. There he went again. His father told him once that humans necessarily revealed their shortcomings on their own terms, without needing to present them in speech. As in here, broadcasting he was lost of all but the sun.
"Anyway. How may I be of assistance?"
So Blind. Definitely Blind. [Shad, Aestus, ???]
By the time Shad tripped over a jilted cobblestone and almost fell on both his knees, he lost track of the lanes and didn’t recognize his surroundings at all.
Fortunately, he had practice in the art of getting un-lost.
He took a deep breath, straightened his tie, studied the style of the houses and shops that lined the muddy curbs, the types of people that milled between them, and the smell of the air. After a small while—in which one coach almost ran him over and two others had to sidestep the lad—he found himself to a safe sidewalk and decided he must be in West district. But he couldn’t be far.
He raked a hand through his hair. Well, he came all this way one direction. Might as well keep on. He had the rest of the daylight. The sun still hovered high over the rooftops. He could return well before nightfall indeed.
((I may just make this it’s own page on my char’s blogs, it looks cool!))
Name: Shad Terlemagne (Whatever name I gave him most recently, this is actually the one I thought up originally! I finally remembered haha.)
Age: 22
Alignment: Neutral Good. For all his straight laces, he would sway from the law if the law were truly the wrong course of action. Hence his game-canon Resistance involvement.
Sexual preference: Bisexual
Religion: Worships the Three Goddesses and the Goddess Hylia
Star sign: Aquarius
Languages spoken: Two; Hylian and Ancient Hylian. He can READ three; the former two, and the language of the Oocca only found in manuscripts.
Vices: I’m gonna do something different and list those of the seven sins he most represents, because I think that’s cool haha.
Gluttony (knowledge), Pride, Sloth
Virtues: Same here.
Hope, Faith, Fortitude, Justice
Occupation: Academic. This era catered to those privileged few that had the capacity to research and publish findings about the world around them, not unlike the Enlightenment era. For the time being, Shad lives off the properly of his father’s estate/will and researches. He makes residual income by writing papers for other people. His clients are usually Northern and have frivolous money to spend. To complete his work, he makes use of his borderline obsessive love of reading and writing, knack for focus, connections to library archives (both royal and public), and over-abundance of free time. Though, to be quite honest, he thinks he could do for a little less free time.
Describe their father: His father was a castle butler (an occupation borrowed from game-canon) who studied leisurely in the off-hours. Boisterous, kind and warm, Shad takes after him most when he’s neck-deep in a discovery.
Describe their mother: His mother tipped the scale in the other direction. Sharp, inquisitive, and very suspicious of what others deemed “true,” her quiet and sly manner perturbed all but those who knew her best. His father adored her. He never knew her—she died in childbirth. But he was told he was well-loved, and takes after her in those moments he’s introspectively studying a crowd of people.
Compulsion and addictions (if any): His occupation, probably. Once he’s on a role, he won’t rest until he solves his latest puzzle. Din was the one in charge of reminding him to eat his meals. Now he sets his watch.
Phobias and fears: Losing loved ones, falsifying information accidentally (or due to negligence), deep holes (not the same as caverns underground), being buried alive,
Disabilities (if any): Near and farsightedness. His vision is absolutely wretched.
△ Who is someone you trust above everyone else?
Scale of 1-10: 1
I…
…Hmm…
△ When was the last time you did anything other than research? Don't you ever leave the house?
Scale of 1-10: 5
Well I, ah…before all this, I suppose. Before a close friend, well, she went…
…At any rate, I leave my apartment daily! Who doesn’t?
Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character
They’ll have to:
Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.
Answer that question.
Oh--ah! So sorry old boy, I didn't see you there! Or, well, I wasn't looking. I mean--that shattered glass won't be TOO dangerous, will it?
-Gasps as his glass flew from his hand, turns to see Shad, smiles weakly and waves it off-
Hello, Shad! No its alright! I wasn’t holding it well enough… I’ve had.. well, I’ve had a bit too many tonight. Heh. We can just walk over it.
How are you?
-laughs hard- I- I know what you mean, Shad. It’s alright! You’re not dull either. -shakes head-
Sure. I’d love another drink. I think I deserve to clear my head for a bit hehe! Let’s be careful though, eh? I’d like to remember the night tomorrow!
Ah, I don't know if the drink can discern between wants and needs, lad.
A toast! To...to...what'll we toast, old boy?
Oof! So sorry, old boy, didn't see you there. Even though you're, ah, RIGHT there. Standing in front of . . well. Anyway. Hello, sir.
O-oh…uh…no it’s uh… [ahem] N-no worries, yeah? No spilled punch. Yeah…all fine…uh…Hello.
A-ah, I see. But right now…aren’t we…y’know…socializing? Doesn’t that make us not wallflowers, mister………..uh…what’s your name?
...Oh! Touché, my good fellow. The name's Shad. And yours?
Oof! So sorry, old boy, didn't see you there. Even though you're, ah, RIGHT there. Standing in front of . . well. Anyway. Hello, sir.
O-oh…uh…no it’s uh… [ahem] N-no worries, yeah? No spilled punch. Yeah…all fine…uh…Hello.
I suppose. Two’s a party?
What brings you to the punch bowl, so to speak? Ought you be dancing with…everyone else?
D-dancing? Ah, no no, I’ve not…well….nevermind. It’s just n-not my thing, yeah? What about you? Don’t you uh…dance?
I learned—passably, anyway. Many surpass my skill level.
I propose a toast, then: here’s to wallflowers!
…W-what? T-toast…? I don’t….what’s a wallflower?
A wallflower! An individual that does not partake in dance or socialization. Like the flowers on wallpaper--er, that is, if the ballroom wallpaper HAD flowers. But "wallstripes" doesn't have the same ring to it, eh old boy?
Oh--ah! So sorry old boy, I didn't see you there! Or, well, I wasn't looking. I mean--that shattered glass won't be TOO dangerous, will it?
-Gasps as his glass flew from his hand, turns to see Shad, smiles weakly and waves it off-
Hello, Shad! No its alright! I wasn’t holding it well enough… I’ve had.. well, I’ve had a bit too many tonight. Heh. We can just walk over it.
How are you?
Faring well—er. Well enough. People seem to be getting in the way of m’…walking, though. We can just walk over it.
I’m just jovial, I’m rupees, sir! How are you? Enjoying the dancing? Or do you not dance either.
-Laughs- I think you’ve had a bit more than me tonight haha! At least I can walk straight. -shakes head-
I’m fine. Trying to enjoy myself. I’ve danced with my sister, -points her out- its been fun. Haven’t met anyone interesting tonight, however. It’s been fun enough though!
-looks-
Your sis--...oh! Ah, alright, yes! I see...
Neither've I...well besides yourself, you're not DULL Mr. Kafei--er, what I mean to say is, you're not..I...
...-clears throat-
Shall we, ah, vie for another drink of...whatever this is?