#backtraf

[probablybadrpgideas]

With every combat encounter go onto probablybadrpgideas’ blog and pick a random post. For every reblog that says “change your url” that’s how many enemies there are.

[thereluctantinquisitor]

Hanin for sure with Darren a close second

The bois

They have been suMMONED

[moodyspoodys]

Commission for @backtraf! Thank you!!

[lt-hunk]

Poor LT! He needs little connor in his arms asap!

// okay, sure!

[Part 1] - [Part 2] - [Part 3] - [Part 4] - [Part 5] - [Part 6] - [Part 7] - [Part 8] - [Part 8.5] - [Part 9] - [Part 10]

[probablybadrpgideas]

Make your players grate cheese and don’t tell them why. Then use them as random effects for battles

[thereluctantinquisitor]

"My god... you look terrible. What did they do?" For Darrus?

“My god… you look terrible. What did they do?”

Cyrus barely moved fast enough to catch Darren as he stumbled, his trembling legs barely supporting the rest of him. The blond coughed and winced, his bloodied hand pressing to his chest. Flinching back. Curling into a fist. 

Cursing, Cyrus managed to get Darren to a nearby chair. He all but collapsed into it, the wooden legs grating slightly across the floor. Dropping into a crouch, Cyrus pushed Darren’s hair from his face, pale eyes searching his for that tell-tale fog of a head injury. But… no. No, there was a sharpness to Darren’s gaze. A edge honed by pain.

“Didn’t like… hearing no…” Darren coughed once and groaned, curling forward, his head falling against Cyrus’ shoulder. On instinct, Cyrus wrapped his arms around the man and held him, panic and fury welling in his chest. He had no idea what to do. What was he supposed to do? When they’d received the letter requesting to negotiate purchase of the Miller farm, they had assumed it was simply an offer. One that could be refused as easily as accepted. 

Clearly, the buyer was not of the same mind.

“Fuck, Darren…” He could feel the blond shaking in his arms. Shit, it was like being back with the Inquisition again. Bloody fights and nights spent starting from sleep, hands reaching for an imaginary blade. Your own. Your enemy’s, pressed to your throat. It didn’t matter which. 

A fight was a fucking fight. After each one, your mind - your body - tried to teach you never to lose.

“They’ll come back.” Darren’s voice was muffled against Cyrus’ coat. “S-Sent me back here to ‘think it over again’. You… you need to go. Get Ma, Pa and Claire out of here, Cyrus. Please...”

Cyrus felt his hands curl into fists against Darren’s back. “Those bastards aren’t chasing anyone out of here. No fucking way.”

“Cyrus…”

“No. Look, if you want your family to leave, fine. We’ll set them up in Glendess for a few days. But I’m not going with them.”

Darren pulled away. The look on his face broke Cyrus’ heart. 

He looked so… defeated.

“You don’t understand,” Darren said softly, eyes cast low. “These people… they’ll get what they want. One way or another, they…” 

Cyrus reached out, cupping Darren’s face in his hands. “They’re not getting your home, Darren. Not a fucking chance. Got it? I’ll kick their asses out of here myself. I’ll—”

His mind raced ahead of him and Cyrus stood, turning towards the hallway. Towards the unassuming door that held what was left of their time in the Dawn Squad. Swords. Armour…

A hand grabbing his wrist stopped him. Turning, Cyrus felt his priorities shift so suddenly it was like being hit by a mace. 

“… I’ll get some water, okay?”

Breathing shallowly, Darren nodded. His grip loosened slowly. Reluctantly. Cyrus waited for Darren to let go first before moving to the kitchen. A cup, bowl, and cloth later, Cyrus returned. Setting them down on the table, he did what he should have done from the second Darren walked in.

He took care of him.

And whoever the bastards were who hurt him? 

Cyrus would take care of them too.

“Our home,” Darren said suddenly, his voice quiet but firm. Stronger than before. Cyrus, concentrating on cleaning the blood and dirt off Darren’s cheek, frowned.

“What?”

Darren reached up. Caught his wrist again. Gentler, this time.

He’d stopped shaking.

“They’re not getting our home.”

[moodyspoodys]

Commission I did for @backtraf! thank you so much!

[thereluctantinquisitor]

@backtraf replied to your post “now i LOVE that cyrus and darren get together and hang out at the...”

The big question is does Hanin give Cyrus the 'talk'

Hmm... he certainly gives Cyrus A Talk, but probably not The Talk with which we are all familiar.

At the end of the day, they’re both adults and Hanin isn’t really concerned that Cyrus is going to do wrong by Darren (and certainly not intentionally). The talk he ends up having with Cyrus instead is more along the lines of trying to get him to understands that he deserves to be happy, and that it’s not something to run away from.

He also tells Cyrus that if things don’t go the way he plans, he would always be welcome to travel with him. It’s not that Hanin expects that it won’t work out, be he is very aware that Cyrus doesn’t really have anywhere else to go, and he wouldn’t want either of them staying together just for that reason.