hey so im moving the fam to my actual multi at @bcnebroken !! see u there lmao
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hey so im moving the fam to my actual multi at @bcnebroken !! see u there lmao
' you have a greatness of your own. a warrior can still be a warrior at heart. ' ( from ulfric to marrida BECAUSE WHY NOT )
random things ; always accepting !
OFTEN SHE FEELS OVERSHADOWED BY THE DEEDS OF HER KIN. She does not resent them, not in the slightest; she holds them dearer to her heart than ANYTHING else. Despite the love she has for them all, it is sometimes so hard to be noticed. Her father, leader of the rebellion, and her brother, the HERO of legend, often seem to drown her in their accomplishments, if only because she knows she will never attain such high regards with their people.Â
HER LIPS FORM A THIN LINE AS HE SPEAKS. Marrida does not want to be a warrior at heart. No, she wants for MORE than that; she wants to be out at the forefront, howling battle cries like her ancestors before her at the side of her family and friends, fighting for her people. It is not strength of IDEALS that she seeks; she wishes to carry the full brunt. She wants to be like them.
A HUFF, ARMS FOLD OVER CHEST.❝I don’t want to be brave if it means I can’t FIGHT!❞Marrida protests.❝I don’t care for being a warrior on the inside— I want to be one on the outside, too! I’m sick of sitting at home like some damsel in distress, weeping for the men in my life, when I could be out there actually being useful! It’s just… it’s not fair! You’re the father of a rebellion, Sven’s the DRAGONBORN, and what am I? The poor little sister who gets locked away in a tower. I won’t do it any longer!❞ Firm shake of her head, blue eyes defiant.❝No more being a warrior at heart. I’m going to be a warrior in body and skill, and there’s not a damn man in Skyrim who will STOP me.❞
' i know this is unsual, but i need you to keep calm, sirna. i just need you to tell me the children are safe. ' ( obv from stephen who has come back as a sorcerer )
random stuff ; always accepting.
KEEP CALM? To ask that of her, after what she’s seen… that is his first mistake. Really, he’s made MANY in these past few months. Sirna has tried to be patient with him, as hard as she can— she knows how his accident has burdened him, how it has shut him into a box and DEVASTATED him in a way that she has never seen before. But she just can’t take this anymore! He’s gone with no mention of where he is, comes back dressed like a wizard and expects her to keep calm!
TEETH ARE GRITTED. Hands curl into fists in her anger, the temper she has given her son so evident. She is glad to see him, deep down. She is oh so thankful that he is ALIVE, that despite the silly garb, he looks better than he did when he left. It doesn’t negate her anger. It doesn’t negate the way her heart has pulsed with PAIN in her chest, it doesn’t negate the way she has watched the hope slowly fade from her children’s eyes as they see their father’s chair at the table empty day after day. He does not even offer an explanation! The FURY in her eyes could burn cities to ash.
SIRNA RUNS HER HANDS THROUGH HER HAIR.❝Safe? Of course they are. Why wouldn’t they be?❞ Foot taps, blue eyes glare.❝I’m glad you finally remembered you had children. Only took you, what, a few months? Enough time for them to feel FORGOTTEN.❞ Her tone is bitter, aware that she perhaps may be harsh; she only makes a minimal effort to be lighter.❝Stephen Strange, what the hell are you doing? I deserve an explanation as to where the fuck you’ve been. So do Sven and Maarja. You’re HURTING them, you’re HURTING me, and I refuse to believe you’ve left us to play dress-up.❞ Deep breath; stern look.❝I am going to ask you once and ONLY once: what is going on?❞
so i made a sideblog 2 write for some of sven’s fam bc why not.