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[ ♣ with love, Thane-mun ♥ ]
[You're all crazy who don't listen to me. HMPH.
*bedgrudgingly accepts the clovers*]
[ nope they went to the correct person just ACCEPT MY LOVE OK ]
( whispers "no go home" )
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( pardon me I think you misplaced your golf clubs, messere old-dude krios )
[ ♣ x eleventy billion ]
(( <3 x eleventy billion))
[ and also beer because reasons ok ]
When she first chuffs at him, she is surprised at herself. But everything is filmy and blurry and actually quite nice to she does it again, if only to giggle lamely at the somewhat uncomfortable look on Nuara’s face.
She continues to make this noise until he returns it — an exact copy with the same implications, and under any normal circumstance she would have been mortified at the joy she takes from the sound.
But right now it is very amusing to her, and so for the better part of an hour they continue throwing sounds (that not many others can hear save for a few disgruntled turians) back and forth at each other.
[ Boo~ ]
The other drell is wheezing, and not for the first time in her life Kona feels beyond helpless. The dream is misplaced and fractured, constantly fluctuating between the clinical worry of a doctor for their patient and the terror of a child who is seeing their own parent drown in the fluid meant to sustain them.
It is this, too, that results in the wide-eyed stare and limb-lock that forces her to watch as he suffocates. His wheezing is deafening and he is looking at her with pleading eyes as if to say—
— don’t let me die i can’t die yet my children need me!
Her subconscious mind is aware- so aware - that this is a dream — a nightmare — and all she needs to do is wake up, but it must be some sort of gruesome fascination that keeps her watching despite the other subconscious part of her mind screaming and trying to desperately for her to move, to help—
His dying breath is agonizing but it is the thing that forces her snap her eyes awake, and the reason but her panic is clear — her face is smothered into her pillow. Her eyes are filmed with the inner eyelids and as she furiously rubs at them she resigns herself to the fact that she will not be getting any more sleep tonight.
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[ All my characters are sassy except my oc e ue I can’t help it ]
( Most of the character I have made for RP are sassy. Sirena is my first non-sassy RP character. I'm quite sassy myself, so playing a normally-not-sassy character can be a challenge because I have to bite down the urge to speak for her various times. So the moments where my Muse actually feels sassy are simply made ever more glorious, because she is speaking for herself and not letting herself get intimidated... unless it's a particularly triggering moment for my Muse in which case it really can't be helped if she goes into hiding. But meanwhile THIS IS AWESOME SAUCE.)