#donebowing

[heartsdefine]

↪ memes — accepting!

@donebowing said: you should be furious, shouldn't you? - Lissa c:

        “Why? So I can be more like you?” Lissa arcs a brow, glancing over to him as she picks through the brush, gathering kindling for the fire. There are things she could be angry about, of course. She hasn't seen her father in months, and her step-mother sent her off into the woods hoping she'd never come back. But perhaps rage is not a burden she wishes to bear. “I don't like to be told what I should be.”

[thiefscant]

↪ memes / accepting!

@donebowing asked: “Nobody talks to me. Nobody ever talks to me!”

       “...I'm talking to you. Right now.” Anais crosses their arms over their chest and contemplates changing that fact. “If you'd rather I stop—keep whinging, I guess.”

[itsalcngstory]

seems like we're the lucky ones, judging by all the corpses strewn about. ( nysa )

" - Looks like we missed a hell of a fight." Golden gaze flickers about the scene before them; an array of deceased, from human to goblin to tiefling, crimson ichor varying from lightly aged to some even a bit more fresh. Hand rises to rest upon hilt of greatsword, brows furrowing.

"We should be careful; could have some fighters left ready to start another brawl."

@donebowing || BG3 quotes

[ephemaera-arch]

@donebowing said: ❝ if you’re done lying to me, then you should stop lying to yourself. ❞

"And what would you have me do?" Wynn asks, frustrated, trying not to raise their voice. "Yes, it was hard. Yes, it still hurts knowing whoever had me left me on a doorstep, maybe to die. But I'm not about to let it take over my life. It's over now; it's past. I lived it, but now it's done. That isn't a lie." She's quiet for a moment. "And anyway, I didn't lie to you. I just... didn't talk about it. I almost never do."

[crosaidi]

@donebowing inquired: ❛ soothe what you can, fight what you can’t. ❜ / shitty horoscopes

There’s the barest flick of blue eyes up, up, finding the rogue. He’s stressed and it’s plain, and he reaches a hand up to rub a thumb over the ridge of his eyebrow. He’s got a dull headache, he’s hungry, he’s thirsty, and it’s just been a long day. " It's a plan, " he grumbles at last, and he means it, but his jaw does set with a stubborn jut.

" But I’m not walkin’ through there pretending to be a fucking True Soul or whatever the shit they’re callin’ themselves. " There’s conflict, though; he’s stubborn, he’s bullish, but he’s not —— unreasonable. " Even if it means fighting the whole fucking place. "

[j4degoyl]

@donebowing gets a starter !

Will had walked deeper into the forest, away from where they would disturb their sleeping companions. But he‘d carried the lute Alfira had gifted him for so long and it seemed like high time that he tried it out. For a moment they just sat there, allowing the familiar feeling of touching the strings to drown out all the other overwhelming thoughts on their mind. For some reason Will started playing Bittersweet Symphony, not fully knowing where this particular song came from. Of course this lute was different from the guitar they owned in another world and it would take time to get used to it, but music still brought the comfort it always had. Until a rustle in the bushes nearby made Will stop and the stone spread on his skin, ready to attack.

“It’s you” He let out a sigh of relief and the stone retreated as quickly as it’d come once Will recognised Astarion. “Have you been hunting?”

[refabled]

@donebowing : ❝  i wish i could take away all your pain.  ❞

fable sighs. it arrives mostly from habit, even as her head tilts and her eyes soften. ❝ astarion, it... my pain isn't your responsibility, or your burden. ❞ her voice is wearied by a lack of true rest; she rubs her eyes, wishing desperately for sleep that would never arrive. what she wouldn't give to be able to drift off, if only for a minute or two. of all the things taken from her, that might be the worst, she thinks. at least in this moment.

❝ what happened to me, my... my suffering, it's not... for you to fix. I hope you know that. I hope... you don't think you need to save me, or fix me... ❞ something in her seems to fracture. she swallows twice before continuing: ❝ because... if I'm being honest, I don't think you can. ❞ it's rare to hear her speak like this, embroiled in a sad and bitter longing. hopeless. ❝ I don't know that I'd deserve it. ❞

another bland exhale. ❝ anyway, it's a kind thought, if nothing else. ❞

CARING PROMPTS : not accepting.

[hellsblood]

sage had been staring at @donebowing from the other end of the table, a glass of blood-laced wine in hand, with that burning question on his lips. ❛ how do you manage to style your hair so flawlessly if you cannot see your reflection ? ❜ there. he'd said it. sage himself could spend hours gazing at his image in the looking glass and making sure he was flawless in every way, especially his hair, so he couldn't imagine how the hell astarion managed that feat without seeing his reflection at all.