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Iago fluttered back when he saw Fiann in the water. " Uhn. Hey, I'm not going to steal your treasure or try and make you cry for magic stuff. " he lied as easily as he breathed but was a bit too specific.

" I'm friendly. Just a normal....talkin' bird. No magic here. "

Yeah, right. Tell that to my old hat. Fíann raised an eyebrow at him.

“Then yer in tha' right place, bird. I ain't got no treasure. This is a brass compass.” She pulled up the compass that hung around her neck to adjust the chain. She knew exactly what he meant... but telling a lie in such an obvious way was not the best conversation opener.

And she knew a thing or two about bad ways to start a conversation, after all.

“What d'ya need gold for, anyway?”

#fíann.

What's your energy? (1/3)

"I'll take it. The ultimate bitch sounds like a corny username from back when I played video games in highschool. Checks out."

"Making the mun post this because it's way too accurate." Fíann's new flame best friend has also been put through the shindanmaker, and this is accurate.

#dash games.#fíann.#guest character: rónan rinn #they're so bad they're good for each other lmfao

(post apoc) ocean fashion

#dash games.#hella.#fíann.#making beach girls to keep me company

four truths, one lie. which is the lie?

fíann has astigmatism and it really annoys her sometimes

fíann has died once but she has come back

fíann can drive; she just doesn't do it often

fíann can play the harp, the violin and the guitar

fíann was named after a pirate

pls leave me alone i am the mun button

Voting ended onJun 1

#dash games.#fíann.#fuck it let's hop on the bandwagon #i may make more of these

" Fiann! Did you want to come to the beach with me!? I'm going to try and collect shells. " Caboose scurried up to her and shouted that excitedly.

She was not a fearful person by nature - but their arrival had been unexpected. As she sat in her garden chair, sunken in its soft cushions, her fingers ran up and down the harp's strings, gently plucking at them. There was a faraway look on her face.

The melody she had chosen to play required her entire attention. And it wasn't too hard to focus. There were hardly any people out there. Even if there were, they were either neighbours, they were used to her sometimes playing music in her garden, or they did not mind her.

The shout tore a false chord from her fingers, then another, and they fell in her feet like murdered birds. Okay, first of all, how did...?

“Will you mind if I bring her along?” Fíann gently lifted her lyre harp.

@rollie-muses

#asks.#fíann.#rollie-muses #caboose is so excited already! i love it <3

@pvremichigan said: "Soft 'ragebaiting' yourself over a dumb quiz is crazy work. It's not that deep."

Maybe it's a good thing she's learned to control her moods most of the time. But even after years of work that control can get shaky sometimes. Like now, when the long winter nights make the bad memories stick around.

"Crazy is a good way to describe it." Fíann shook her head. "I have a skewed view of things. Myself included. Things are either black or white." She sighed. "Feelings that go all over the place. Expectations up to the sky. Shitty memory. Hence the 'pep talk'."

"But thanks for always being realistic."

#fíann.#pvremichigan #me: “but why is she a mess”#also me: “well i made her-”

the Courier has walked into the Lucky 38... | @xthehousealwayswinsx

Finally. Bloody New Vegas, and she had arrived.

Had it been worth letting go of music to join the Mojave Express and finish this job?

But Fíann had no time to stop, catch her breath and think. She wiped the sweat off her brow and sighed, looking down at her cyber dog. “Rex, stay.” No threats awaited her inside the casino.

Or so she liked to think.

Goddammit. From one side, the NCR, from the other, the Legion. And smack in the middle, House. Was this going to be the right choice? She had to talk with House and question him, weigh the options in her mind before she made a choice.

Much like the other two groups trying to take control of the Wasteland, House had his own agenda, his own reasons for wanting the Platinum Chip. Much like Benny. Except, Benny was dead now. Sigh. It did not have to come to that. But she could think about that later.

“I’ll be back very soon.”

With one last glance at Rex, she left him waiting for her at the entrance and walked inside.

...It was far less complicated than she had thought, finding House - that had to be him there in the corridor, the man in the suit. There was something proud in him, perhaps in the way his eyes shone. “Hello. You must be Mr. House.”

#fíann.#xthehousealwayswinsx #v: fallout #there you go friend :>#i may be leaning on my game experience which isn't like the show #but i hope this is okay regardless

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