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-rolls about, still hating the text editor- I wanted so badly to leave Tumblr RP because of this; I hate it, but there's nowhere else to write and I miss my Tumblr DARP family. Can things just go back to the way they were? :c
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Hey, guys. Sorry for not being about much. Text editor's got me down and cringy. I'm trying to work my way back-- collecting what I owe and all that.
ooc: I lost everything in the midst of crying about this new update and now it wants to kill what motivation I gained after settling back down this week. DAMNIT. Tumblr, in all seriousness, we DID NOT NEED this. If anyone has tips on how to keep fucking formatting intact, please them my way. D:
Sᴛᴏᴡ Aᴡᴀʏ » [Oʀsɪɴᴏ/Isᴀʙᴇʟᴀ]
"You…" can’t do this. The rest of the exclamation died on his lips and he stared at the Captain and stared hard. Of course she could do this; he was no friend of hers. The bounty on his head could be just as much as Hawke’s, even more so if he was sold to the right persons. And that could be anybody; slavers, nobles, the sodding Seekers, the Chantry… the Qunari. Chances were, he would be given to anyone except a Circle. He was free from the cage for all of twenty minutes before being captured again, before being trapped and crushed beneath the boot of a woman who had an entire order of men and women that would respond to her every beck and call again. And just like Meredith, he felt arguing with Isabela would be futile. Even with that strange relationship he had with his former counterpart, her duty came before him. It always had. And he had no prior relationship with this woman. Nothing he said would matter. Tears of frustration and anger clouded his vision and he tore his attention away from her, raising a gloved hand from his weapon and wiping them away haughtily. If he was going to accept defeat, he was going to do it with dignity. Though he was clutching the very thing that amplified his magic, it was as if Orsino forgot he wields unfathomable power at his fingertips. Power that could burn down a pirate ship before the crew could do a thing about it. Power that could blow a hole in the side and earn them all sea worthy death. Power that could maybe convince her that her threats and greed were ill placed. ”…Okay.”
Okay. Okay... Was that it?
Not the most compelling argument that she had ever heard. Particularly not from someone so decorated with praise for the arts of the mind. Rolling her eyes, the Captain leaned back, crossing her legs and kicking the heel of one boot against the front of the crate upon which she was perched. Her "thinking face" was set into place and her fingers drummed against the crate's corners... the sounds from above deck could be heard in a moment of deafening silence between the two, boots against aged wood, the muffled shouting of men... and from below, the ship rocked with a rhythmic beauty that could have put Isabela to sleep right then and there.
"Okay." she repeated the mage's sad little word.
No. Not okay.
"Okay tells me nothing-- okay is giving in. I want to hear your argument. Make something up if you have to... make me cry." She leaned forward again, the brim of her hat slipping down just over her eyes, leaving naught but a mocking grin for poor Orsino to answer to, "What's the matter? Only able to pound out a speech when no one's listening?"
A thought struck her, and a laugh slipped through that grin, "I can turn my back if it makes you feel better." Yeah, right. Not a chance. She raised one hand from the crate, snapping her fingers in front of the man's face, "Come on, then-- I won't ask again."
ooc; I know for a fact I have things to reply to, but I'm going to be on the road today starting very soon, so I wont be able to get to this until later.
Have a lovely day, all~!
"It’s wine, even if it tastes like rot. I’m surprised you didn’t advise me to swallow."
"Oh, if only to see the look of absolute horror on your face, I wish I had." Isabela chuckled, leaning back and grinning at the elf.
shorelinesiren liked the starter call.
“Isabela! What brings you to my humble abode today? Or do you bring news of an exciting new adventure we could go on?”
A mischievious grin spread across her lips as she made her way down the steps to the pirate, somewhat delighted that Isabela had come by since she had been inside writing letters all day and she was very close to dying because of how dreadfully boring her day had been so far.
The captain lingered on the bottom floor with a demeanour unlike her usual, one hand tracing the mantle of the fireplace as honey eyes stared into the flames beneath it. Her brows were pulled close and she parted her lips to speak as she heard Hawke;s steps on the staircase, though it took a moment for any sound to come through...
"I'm going with or without you, Hawke." She turned about, looking up towards the other woman, "I'm just offering you a chance to help." A chance to help... what an odd and selfish way of words...
And with no explanation.
"Well, spit it out or don't."
⊰ I. II. III. ⊱
// Backish. Hanging out. Let me know if you wanna plot.
// I've gotta run for a little bit. I should be back in a few hours!
// Like for a starter or whatevs. :3
{ Place One in My Inbox - Questions Edition }
Can work as an ice breaker, starter maker, or just a simple little ask meme.
"Am I dead?"
"Another one?"
"And what if I don’t?"
"Are you afraid of God?"
"Are you crazy?”
"Are you lost?"
"Are you really that shallow?"
"Are you sure it’s okay?"
"Are you sure there were no survivors?"
"Can I trust you?"
"Can we go now?"
"Can we not fight tonight?"
"Can’t or won’t?"
"Do you even care about how I feel?"
"Do you expect me to believe that?"
"Do you have any idea what you just did?"
"Do you love me?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"How could you do this?"
"How did you escape?"
"How long has it been since you last slept?"
"How long have you been there?"
"Is that blood behind your ear?"
"Is that really a gamble you’re willing to make?"
"Just go, alright?"
"Mind if I sleep here tonight?"
"Really?"
"Tell me: have you ever been afraid like this?"
"That’s the best you could come up with?"
"Wait, were you being sarcastic or…?"
"Want to hear a secret?"
"Was I the only one who thought that?"
"Well, that’s what I said, isn’t it?"
"What are you?"
"What are you doing here?"
"What do I have to say to make you understand?"
"What do you keep writing in that notebook?"
"What do you want with me?"
"What happened?"
"What if you stayed this time?"
"What if… what if I don’t want to be free?"
"What’s in it for me?"
"What’s in it for you?"
"When have I ever lied to you?"
"Where did you go?"
"Where did you last see it?"
"Where’s the rest of the body?"
"Who are you?"
"Who did this to you?"
"Why are you so angry?"
"Why are you so calm about this?"
"Why do you have this urge to control people all the time?"
"Why do you keep doing this to me?"
"Why do you have to make everything about you?"
"Why does it always have to be alcohol?"
"Why don’t you come over here and prove it?"
"Why is the truth so important to you?"
"Why should I help you?"
"Wouldn’t that be nice?"
"You don’t remember me?"
"You expect me to believe you haven’t done this before?"
"You’ve been pretending all this time?"
❝ Ｉ ｈａｖｅ ａ ｐｕｒｐｏｓｅ. Ｉ... ｈａｖｅ Ｈａｗｋｅ. ❞
☠ Super-backstory-characterisation-driven. ☠ Icon banter, semi-para, para, novella. ☠ Open to asks and memes. ☠ Obsessively plots. ☠ Multi-ship, multi-“verse”. ☠ Over eighteen and writes so. ☠ Pretty much wants to RP with everyone.
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