peacocks and pretty things.

Indie Dragon Age RP blog for OC Orlesian Bard Niki Molyneux. Face claim: Emma Stone Tracking tag songsoforlais

[songsoforlais]

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

[songsoforlais]

ciontach replied to your post://UM I THINK I WILL BE BACK NOW HELLO. i know i...

[[i think you owe our bardy threeway thread too? WELCOME BACK THO BB ILU]]

//U RIGHT. BELATED WELCOME BACK TO U TOO!!? ILU

[songsoforlais]

//UM I THINK I WILL BE BACK NOW HELLO. i know i owe iron-and-earth and accipitercorvus, yes? let me know if there's anyone else and also if you would like to plot with me!

[iron-and-earth]

"Sticky Fingers" - Nikita and Atticus

[iron-and-earth]

From his periphery, Atticus could have sworn Niki was smiling.  No matter, though, as he reached up to grab the band’s makeshift cutting board.  Seeing as the rest of the cooking impliments were already out and waiting, there wasn’t much else to do other than make the meal itself.

Someone was eagerly awaiting a meal…

He held the knife in his hand and gave it a once over with his eyes.  It had seen better days, rusty handle and all, but it was still perfect for the job it was intended for.  He tossed it low in the air, flipping it once and reaching for some of the vegetables and setting about dicing them to bits.

As he did so, her cheerful voice asked of his origin…

Oh…

"Well," he started, clearing his throat, seeking the right words carefully.

"I’m…no, I’m not from around here.  I’m actually…from further east.  About two weeks travel by sea if winds are favorable.  I’ve only been in Fereldan about a month or so.  Frankly, as crazy as things are getting, I don’t know about staying here much longer.  What with Darkspawn and…pickpockets…"

He looked to her, grinning and cocking an eyebrow.

"What about you…Miss Niki?"

[songsoforlais]

Experienced hands swiftly worked at peeling potatoes as Atticus spoke and she let out a breath of a laugh. Looking away from her task, narrowed eyes met the man's features as a mischievous smile curled at her lips. "Well zat didn't answer where you're from... But I suppose zat wasn't the question, was it?"

Icy blue irises hung on him for a long moment as her expression gradually softened. Suddenly, however, her brows shot up and she nearly gasped. "I've entirely forgotten to start ze water!" Her words were strained with her movements as she lifted herself from the ground. She emptied her water skin into a heavy pot before heaving it over the fire. After securing it on the mechanism that suspended the basin over the flame, she twisted around to face the caravans and shouted. "Salvator, would you bring me some spices? ...And some'sing to drink?" 

Niki then sat once more, returning to the matter at hand while she waited on her bandmate. Taking one peeled spud from the neat pile she'd placed them in, she began dicing it into bite-sized pieces upon a stained wooden board that wore the Gnawed Noble Tavern's logo.

"Well I'm certainly not from around 'ere, if my accent didn't give it away. I was raised just outside of Val Royeaux by a couple of peacock breeders!" By the end of her sentence, Niki's mockingly incredulous tone suggested that she knew just how silly that sounded and another laugh escaped her. "I agree wi's you about zis ridiculous business Ferelden 'as going on wi's ze Darkspawn! I'm quite certain zis lot and I won't spend any more time here zan we need to."

[songsoforlais]

Headcanon

While Niki may offer tidbits of information about her upbringing, its a difficult endeavor to convince her to share the whole story. She certainly respects, loves, and misses her family, but she has embraced her life as a traveling bard with nowhere but a rickety caravan to call home. At times, it seems that she finds more pride in that than her former life in nobility.

[songsoforlais]

"Excuse me, can we please discuss this out on the terrace?"

“Eeeh. You say it like zat and it sounds like it’s going to be bad!”

[songsoforlais]

"I’ve got two words for you, brainwave…’So’ and ‘what’"

“Maker, you’re clever…”

[songsoforlais]

spiritscalling replied to your post:"Nothing, I, uh, thought I saw a potato…"

[[That is the most PERFECT gif you have]]

//LOL RIGHT THOUGH?! I've been looking for a chance to use it XD

[songsoforlais]

"Nothing, I, uh, thought I saw a potato…"

“Oh… makER NO, NOT A POTATO!”

[songsoforlais]

"We don’t have…this money."

“Nooo no, not at all. And why would we? We’re no’sing but glorified ‘obos, after all!”

[songsoforlais]

Yer a wizard, Niki.

“I’m a what?!”

[wardentheo]

'Stella Comedy' Sentence Memes

"He’s got his boot up our poopers!"

"You smell like chicken nuggets."

"I honestly don’t know if you’re fucking with me right now."

"The goose only cooks in broth…"

"I swear if you guys don’t shut up, I’m gonna drive this car off a cliff!"

"I thought it was a turkey! I swear to God!"

"We don’t have…this money."

"Ya big dumb piece of shit."

"Ssssshhhut up."

"Excuse me, can we please discuss this out on the terrace?"

"Shove off, ya hosers!"

"Tell me that my dreams can’t be achieved!"

"I mean, I wonder what Thomas Edison’s friends said when he invented the English muffin."

"I saw two people porking in there!"

"She’ll kill me!"

"Yeah, you won’t be saying that after I kill you."

"Why don’t you grab onto your milky little dick and get the fuck out!"

"Rule number ten: Fuck the rules, let’s party!"

"Between you and I, there was an invisible fabric of respect…but you have torn it asunder!"

"I am not a cry baby!"

"I take my coffee the same way I take my women: Strong. Black. And proud."

"Nothing, I, uh, thought I saw a potato…"

"I’m gonna go rub one out and call it a night."

"Hanukkah is my favorite character from the movie ‘Star Wars’" 

"I AM NOT A TURKEY!"

"Oh yeah? Well this balloon is going to kick your ass, right now."

"Stupid question but, what is a book?"

"Do you mean the entire time she was talking about the baby deer, she was lying?"

"I’m gonna look one more time for that baby deer."

"I’ve got two words for you, brainwave…’So’ and ‘what’"

"I don’t think I’m overstating anything when I say that I’m really mad."

"That was wrong of me and I’ll be the first person to admit it."

"I’ve got so much wood I should be a forest right now."

"Holy shit! World peace. Awwwlright!"

"I’m livid! I am filled with rage! I am so peeved!"

"Fuck that shit, I wanna talk about Zots and Crambles, yo!"

"Out of our way girls. It’s asparagus season."

"You’re a classical dick, is what you are!"

[anderfelsarcher]

//Oops sorry I disappeared from here for a few days! I’m gonna try to get to stuff tonight between working on a costume, though. In the meantime, feel free to message me if you’re interested in plotting or anything! :3

[songsoforlais]

Headcanon

Niki's touch is best described as delicate. Outside of combat, she never lays her hand upon or grasps anything with any amount of force. One may describe her as having 'fairy fingers'.

[iron-and-earth]

☀

"…Wh-wha, really?"

[iron-and-earth]

Atticus smiled a little wider, a little less awkwardly, and more warmly as she spoke.  She seemed to be visibly daydreaming as she spoke, and Atticus found himself blushing ever so slightly as she gushed her envy upon him.

"Oh, I can believe it.  Any language that isn’t your own is rather hard to grasp at times.  Elvish is strangely flowing, Orlesian, even moreso, and Qunlat is so…jagged, harsh at times.  But once you find that little corner of it, you pick up quickly.  At least…I did.

"And staying with that clan was actually a great experience.  I can’t say what led to it was but I can say that I’ll always be grateful to them for it."

Her furrowed brow and her terse tone along with her thick accent made for a strangely lovely combination.  He raised his glass and smirked.

"Pour vivre, c’est d’oser. Bien que je me demande si j’ai vécu trop longtemps…"

[songsoforlais]

Niki mirrored the man's motion, raising her own glass as she allowed her false anger to fade into an almost mischievous smile. "Il n'y a pas une telle chose comme vivre trop longtemps!" With that, she took a long and triumphant sip of wine before replacing the glass on the counter.

Returning to the conversation, the bard regarded Atticus in a quizzical expression, though her features didn't hide the coyness behind it. "Mysterious man, you are, hmm? And why can't you say 'ow you ended up wi's ze Dalish, I wonder..."

Despite her slight smirking, Niki decided that she wouldn't push the subject. Certainly, people kept secrets for valid reasons, and she'd be a hypocrite to say otherwise. So, instead, she switched the topic back once more. "You're right, zough, comparing Elvish to Orlesian. Zey don't 'ave as many differing sounds as ei'ser compared to ze common tongue. But my accent is still ze problem! I doubt if any elf would understand me if I spoke in zeir language!"

[iron-and-earth]

"Sticky Fingers" - Nikita and Atticus

[iron-and-earth]

It was quite the camp set up.  Then again, save for a time he had been among traveling Dalish, he had only seen a camp for one people; that being himself.  As she introduced the first of her band, Atticus smiled and bowed slightly to her.  She was a quirky mess and he couldn’t help but grin at her every time she spoke.

When she introduced the larger fellow, Papa, however, he felt decidedly intimidated.  When Niki pranced over and pecked him on the cheek, though, he figured he was alright.  She addressed the band, introducing him.  Cricket thanked him, Papa nodded and left, and the rest of the band grunted.

Charmed, I’m sure…

With her prompting, he followed her to the fire, removing his bags and setting them on the ground before him.  He dropped to one knee and started pulling things out one at a time, taking inventory of all he’d bought.  He turned to her and before he could say a word, he saw her as she removed her mask.  Her face donning a Cheshire grin, he felt his eyes widen slightly as he finally was given a chance to see her face.

…Wow…

He looked to the fire, clearing his throat and then stared down at the food they had procured.

"Alllllllright…Where shall we  b-begin, Miss Niki?"

[songsoforlais]

Atticus' sudden looking away and shift in demeanor was not lost on the bard, her grin donning a slight slyness as her own eyes shifted downward. While she normally would have spoken loudly and tactlessly in playful attack against his shyness, Niki instead decided against it. She'd spare the man the deeper levels of how obnoxious she could truly be, if only for the fact that he'd been so nice. Nice enough not to scare off, certainly!

Having to take a moment to decide on how to actually respond, the woman glanced around the fire. It appeared as though someone had already set out her cooking supplies! Though it looked like a nice gesture, it was certainly meant only to quicken her pace. A quiet laugh escaped her as she sifted through various bowls, knives, and boards. 

"'Ere!" Leaning drastically forward, she stretched out an arm to hand Atticus what clearly had been the cover to a beautifully bound book, one jagged edge suggesting that it had been forcibly taken. Though the leather was stained and had been cut into countless times, "The Chant of Light" could still be made out if one looked close enough. With the makeshift cutting board, she passed over the better of two knives - sharp enough, certainly, but the handle was rusting.

"You chop some of zose lovely vegetables, and I'll skin ze potatoes!" As she spoke, she grasped a few of the very spuds of which she spoke and pulled back to sit up straight. Fingers wrapped around a knife's handle that had been excessively bound together with twine and Niki got to work. "So," she began, regarding Atticus happily. "What's your story, zen? Are you from around 'ere?"

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