To the next horizon

My name is Erin. I'll sing you a song or spin you a story in exchange for a coin, a meal, a place to sleep. My name is Erin. Buy a drink at the bar and I'll sing you low and soft to fall in love with me, but only until the song's end. My name is Erin. With my stories and songs I earn the few things that allow me to chase the mysteries of this beautiful world of ours. (Independent OC Faceclaim Cana Alberona Mun is 18+, had this blog with this muse since 2015 Mouse over pic for Rules and About)

[on-dragons-wings]

@driftingjazzbard replied to your post “"Heard you got your ass kicked by Captain...”:

"I'm pretty sure 'moving fast' doesn't count as cheating."

​"He was being misleading!"

[driftingjazzbard]

"...Yes dear, he's a demon who looks like a 20-something hottie, that's kind of his thing."

[driftingjazzbard]

“ the unfortunate truth is, i think i’d forgive any flaw in a person if they loved me enough. ” (from vex)

@mythunderlegion

"A dangerous mindset, my lady. Affection can hide any number of sins that should not be acceptable in a partner. There are some who can claim a depth of love unfathomable, and yet..." Well. She didn't likely have to describe the sorts of things that could happen within a relationship where someone couldn't love healthily to another woman of all people.

She struck a slightly discordant chord on her lute and moved to tune the instrument, aware she may have just overstepped. In for a penny. "...One who loves you enough ought to make you feel safe with them."

[driftingjazzbard]

You must convince him to convince his lover to apologies to Leeroy Sinclair.

"...No? I...really must not. Frankly most of the time if Alexander is upset with someone these days, they deserved it."

[ravenresources]

send “you okay?” to find my muse sitting alone on a roof at night.

[on-dragons-wings]

"...So I don't have to beg?"

[driftingjazzbard]

"Oh my god, hon."

[on-dragons-wings]

"...It's that easy?"

[driftingjazzbard]

"I mean for a lasting emotional connection no, but for sex yes."

[on-dragons-wings]

"Can yall let me fucking live I'm trying to rizz her up."

[driftingjazzbard]

"Little brother."

"Close mouth."

"Take off shirt."

"Do press ups with something large."

"You have now rizzed to the best of your abilities. Anything else you do just makes it worse."

[velliememes]

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[on-dragons-wings]

@driftingjazzbard replied to your post “"It's okay anytime I commit a crime I just run to...”:

"Why are you doing crimes?!"

​"Because apparently staging revolutions is usually a crime."

[driftingjazzbard]

"Okay first, if you go hide at another ruler's house after doing a revolution, people will assume she had something to do with it and come after her and her people."

"Second, can this not wait until after a babyman god isn't trying to kill us anymore?!"

[xxlordalexanderxx]

He sits up and little and straightens himself out, still smiling warmly.

"I would love to meet them, but do you think they would be afraid of me? Or are they no stranger to large beasts."

[driftingjazzbard]

"Oh the littles would be fine; I think my sister's eldest girls would absolutely adore you, though Nicki would want to climb on you. She'd ask first though." Erin's wallet comes out, producing a wad of photographs of a variety of adults and small children, several with the same lovely violet eyes that she had herself.

"Sawyer's my elder sister, that's her. Most beautiful woman in the world...and Daniel, her husband there. They've got five, Lexi, Nicki, and then little Gregory...then Maggie, and Ren. Ren just started walking." Most of the children, and the adult man with them, had bright red hair, but the middle boy and the nearly ethereal woman in the photographs had platinum blonde hair. "Then my younger brother and his wife have two as well, both infant girls. My darlings."

[xxlordalexanderxx]

He just flops heavily next to her, always happy to be in Erin's company.

[driftingjazzbard]

She's more than a little touched by his gestures. Alexander has a way of making her feel warm that has nothing to do with his internal furnace.

"Darling, I thought perhaps it might be high time you met my siblings, and rather more specifically their children. My nieces and nephews are...my whole heart, and I know you like children."

[xxlordalexanderxx]

@driftingjazzbard replied to your post “"Understand that it is beach season and I'm doing...”:

"His majesty is dangerous in all different kinds of ways."

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"I like when you talk about me."~

[driftingjazzbard]

"Well a bard is meant to be a master of words, and you are an endless source of inspiration, Alexander."

[doitforthememe]

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[mandysxmuses]

Jemand had not smiled so wide in days. ... It felt so much better hearing something like that when he knew the person saying it really meant it. Even though the weight he still felt was powerful, already, it was no longer overwhelming.

"Good. Great! Okay. I'll get all set up to come over. ... And thanks. I hope you never underestimate how much you do help me, 'cause it means a lot. ... Means everything."

[driftingjazzbard]

She pushed...everything back. Everything, because frankly if she couldn't do anything about it right now, then it wasn't important at the moment. Caring for herself was important, and for Jemand, and...she smiled.

"...You know I'm here when you need me, love. Whenever."

And that felt good. Feeling like she could be of help was good...it felt great

[xxlordalexanderxx]

@driftingjazzbard replied to your post “"You're lovely, Alexander, and you're very...”:

"And well you do at that. Goodness knows anyone who comes for you and yours is too stupid to survive anyway. Eventually they'd have managed to choke themselves on a sock or something."

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"Thrill seekers are quite nettlesome, but I won't say no to an easy meal. I like to think I've partially settled down though. One does when they have much to lose."

[driftingjazzbard]

"You are too terribly sweet, Alexander." Big old kiss for him at that subtle compliment. "But truly...I hope you know how proud I am. For all you've been through, for you to have such kindness is remarkable."

[inevitableking]

Alistair accepted the tea with a nod of thanks and wrapped his hands around the cup to soak in its warmth. The flavor was good, better than the stuff he'd have packed back when he was regularly travelling, and the cup was a quality dwarven craft that he admired for a moment between sips.

"Forgotten on purpose," he repeated when she paused, testing the phrase on his tongue thoughtfully. "Pestilence and spite, bound in the abyss. I don't even know what that means, truthfully, but none of it sounds very nice." He shrugged. "To be honest with you, I probably don't understand half of it anyway. I'm always better with the things i can imagine or remember, like the archers fighting against the Blight. That sort of thing."

He took a sip of the tea, considering the stories and everything about them for a while.

"You clearly know a great deal more about this than i do," he mused. "Where did you learn it? Most of what gets written down by anybody outside the Dalish is usually… well, it leaves much to be desired." His lips pursed, but he looked genuinely curious as he watched her. "Did somebody teach you personally, or did you have to piece it all together from a dozen different stories?"

[driftingjazzbard]

"Sometimes I wonder if it's at least partly metaphorical. Demons come in more types than are typically seen, rage and pride and the like are just the most common since...well. They're fairly basic emotions, thus ones people default to." Simpler to express, Erin herself knew that well. She'd often admitted that anger came easier to her than fear; anger felt energized, directed, powerful. Fear...crippled.

And she well knew that was wrong itself too, but sorting oneself out was a lifelong process.

"Oh I think you could figure it out given a bit of time. I heard stories that you had Templar training, and Templars banish demons, right? Just...different types on a bigger scale, I'd suppose."

She was smiling, despite the dark tone of the conversation.

"...Both, though more so the latter. One of the misfortunes about how the Dalish live is that a lot of their stories are as fragmented as their peoples, and it doesn't stop some clans from disliking one another, so bits of the same story held in different clans just...don't get shared, and things fracture further. They do have their own tomes, but they're rare and precious. I've also ventured into an old ruin or two, just to verify things."

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