For whomever of yours you care to answer with: What is the worst pickup line that has ever been used on them?
Jarethius raises his hand. "Oi. I got one fer tha'. Fella comes up tae me an says 'yer the only one as 'andsome as me in this bar, ye wanna plan our lives t'gether?' Fer reference, 'e looked like 'ed been 'it wit tha ugleh tree, nae jes the stick." He snickered quietly.
For any/all: Who was their last hookup with and how was it?
Well now, this should be interesting ---
The Twins glance at each other in tandem and look at the questioner with mirrored lofted brows. The priest then ducks his head with a shy little smile while his pirate brother cracks a sly grin. Finally, while Jaredian remains silent, Jarethius speaks up with a flick of his tongue across his canines. "Wouldn't ye like tae know.... But... Aye.. 'es good. -real- good... as tae who......." Jaredian swats his brother, as if trying to keep him from saying anything else about their mutual partner, to which the pirate falls out of his chair laughing at the incredulous look on his timid twin's features.
Azrael thinks back for a moment with a slight smirk. "While I will not name names.. he is rather popular, quite handsome, exceptionally skilled with his mouth. AND wants me to do his makeup for his next shoot. I'm rather honored really."
Rythyren sips their tea, lofting a brow. It is some time before they glance towards the questioner, though their eyes sparkle with mischeif and their lips curl into a devilish smile. "One of very few that can tame a dragon... with naught but the barest of touches... Indeed, a truely unique experience.. and one I hope to repeat.. over.. and over.. and over again, very. Very soon."
For any/all: Have you ever broken someone's heart? Have you ever had your own heart broken?
Jarethius blinked, glancing to the side. "Oh. I imagine a fair few. Bein a sailor ye always leave someone whot wants forever in yer wake, comes wit' tha teritory. An I've been sailin fer a long while now."
While he was nonchallant about the first question, the second gave him pause, and he fell silent for a good, long while. When he finally spoke again, it was near silent, the deep, baritone rumble bordering on a mournful growl. "Aye... still pickin up tha pieces."
"You ate all the chocolate in your advent calendar, didn't you?" "Bold of you to assume I wouldn't." -Dealers choice on characters!
The pirate hummed, swaying as he fussed with stringing up the garland he had snuck into the inn they were staying in Mereldar, swaying as he went, a piece of chocolate sticking partway out of his mouth. Glancing up from where he had set the tray of cookies he'd baked, Jaredian peered over at his brother, and the mess of decorations and.. wrappers.. beside him. "You ate all the chocolates in your advent calender, didn't you?"
Jarethius grinned playfully as he pulled the last piece into his mouth with his tongue. "Bold of ye tae assume I wouldn'" He winked, before shrugging. "Ye know 'ow I am when it comes tae sweet thin's"
The priest furrowed his brows. "They were supposed to last the whole month, that's how that works. One for you, One for me One for Lucien." Jaredian shook his cane at Jarethius. "You are not getting any of mine, and I swear to the light if you try and take his..."
"Oi, easeh Easeh!" He tossed an empty stocking at Jaredian, before finally tacking up the rest of the garland. "Ye thin' 'ell like it?"
Jaredian shrugged, smiling softly as he fell into the nearest chair with an oof. "I hope so... It's not -home- but... maybe his uncle and auncle will want to have dinner or.. something... A taste of home... You did remember to get the materials for -their- gifts too, right?"
"What kin' oh a fool ye take me fore? O'course... Jes gotta get tae workin. Alreadeh sent a gift tae Cae."
"Not their winter's veil gift I hope."
"Nae, not yet."
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@noonmutter @mekandawn and @2nd-gen-murder-hobo -- for brief mentions!
TY anon ^_^
For anyone: What was the last lie they told someone else? What was the last lie they told themselves?
Rythyren:
- A - "I'll be fine."
- B - "I don't need anyone's Help. I can handle it alone."
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Jarethius:
- A - "I can put it down whenever I want to. It's a choice."
- B - "You're just a temporary entertainment. They don't want you to keep."
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Jaredian:
- A - "It Isn't important. I'm not looking for anything any-way."
- B - "I'm not going to do *that*.. That would be stupid, and mildly insane.. and.. just something i would never do!"
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Azrael:
- A - "Oh don't worry dear, I'm a -healer- first. I wouldn't harm a fly."
- B - "This is just what happens when you trust people, You end up inevitably... disappointed."
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Renasia:
- A - "It will only be a few days, then I'll be right back to bother you."
- B - "He won't come looking for me. No one ever does."
For any/all: What’s the worst pain they have ever been in, whether it be mental/physical/emotional? What was the cause of this?
There's.. quite a bit there. I will see what I can do to answer this for my muses. (one of which I don't have on tumblr yet, but they wanna answer anyway.)
Let's start the ball with my most tortured character, my poor, dear Jarethius - The worst pain he has ever been in he still has trouble speaking upon, going on sixteen years later, and that is the rather violent deaths of his wife, husband, and loss of his children with his wife. Through a myriad of things that happened in an unfortunate rapid succession, he lost near everything (at least what he saw as everything at the time) in one two month span, and it absolutely wrecked him. After a life of torment, having clawed his way to the top, to a position of respect and esteem, to have finally, -finally- found true happiness only for it to be yanked out from under him in the most painful, viscous way possible... It's a wonder he still wakes up every day.
For Azrael, the most painful thing he ever experienced, in all of his long years, was something that he experienced before he had even hatched. That was the loss of his mother. He felt it, when she faded from this world, and while his father did the best he could to raise him and his half sister, he ever felt her loss, and would continue to do so, well into his adulthood.
The one that wished to answer that I haven't set up a profile link for is Ryleyth, my sweet, delicate little magister. A heart on his sleeve for the longest time, and a vitreous hatred of conflict, have caused him to be walked all over for most of his life. The worst, however, was falling for the man that prevented him from ending himself... only to be used, corrupted, and abused by said individual, down to being used as a bargaining chip by the man's Ex, which left a permanent mark upon his flesh, the burning hand print on his left pectoral, a reminder that not everyone who claims to be your friend and want the best for you should be trusted... and a reminder that sometimes... You do have to see the town ablaze to remember to save yourself.
[TMIT]: For any/all - what would they like their legacy to be?
Jarethius paused for a moment, long ears twitching as he scratched at the edge of the patch he nearly always wore, though the scar tissue had mostly faded, and the eye underneath saw -just- fine. "M'legacy?" He frowned for a moment, before offering a slight shrug as he plucked up a glass, pouring himself a shot of whiskey.
"S'ppose I wan' the folk whot I've taken in tae know peace... Fer the two lads whot 'ave been dear sons tae me despite nae bein m'blood tae go on with their kin lon' after I be gone. That th' roots I lay in m'life continue on.. M'cove remains a place o'peace... cooperation... away from those whot would use them tae fight those bloody land grabs whot dunnae care about th'average folk beneath their boots."
He paused, tilting his head slightly. "An.. Should th'miracle 'appen that m'brother is spared... I... I wan' 'im tae be 'appy... 'im an m'nephew, with th' new kin whot they found.. They deserve it."