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What is Jerrad's favorite food and drink and why? How does Gerik unwind? What is a romantic Atticus like?

Mead with a hearty bread, and a well crafted red meat stew. Dips the bread in both drink and meal. They’re simple, but first-rate staples. He has his tendency towards fine tastes, but the practicality and reliability of mead and bread wins out. Especially when perfected.

Gerik probably relaxes best with his cats or Kezza. Cats are captivating and fascinate him, so spending time observing them, breeding them, training them, and cuddling them must do him a lot of therapeutic good. And with Kezza, just hanging out outside of work probably means a lot to him. He needs his personal projects and companionship.

I think Atticus opens a little, and his gentler side shines through. He’s devoted, but not so loudly romantic. He lets his passion manifest in soft, caring ways, always feeling it strongly but tempering it to the situation. Above all, wants to be the best he can be for his partner, supporting them and caring for them through good times and bad.

[muthologician]

“Color and fury”

For a time, this was all he could percieve. At first, the man couldn't quite recall how it was that he came to be here, in this space between spheres, this un-place, full of suffocating noise and blinding light. Then, screaming in that forever sort of way that men do when hurtling through unreality, the memories began seeping back into his consciousness like ale between the floorboards, or blood.

There was a name.

Jerrad

There was one eye, not two.

There was a city.

Niraya?

There had been a city.

...

There was a woman.

Thelinia. ...

The colors shrieked up around him, a surge of thunder that quaked in the marrow of bones he couldn't quite remember having. He would have kept screaming, had there been air. He felt a fullness in the space between his arms, and a pressure about his back that was a bit too insistently painful to be an overburdened pack.

There was a woman. Barely there, in the tumbling chaos that had enveloped them, but there all the same. He would have felt comfort if he could think. Jerrad clung to her, perhaps desperately. She'd struck him more than once, and the bruises had ached for days. It was difficult to discern whether she was screaming as he was, terrified and bewildered by the howling impossibility around them.

It was difficult to say whether or not he cared. The only certainty there was in his mind was that he would never let her go. His life might well depend on it.

And hers.

[khaleesimermaid]

Talking on the phone with the boyfriend, he's talking about buying a motorcycle. I tell him once he gets it I want to ride on it with him, and he says not for a while because he has to ride it by himself for a while to get a feel for it and that if anything bad happens it only happens to him and not to me too. What a keeper.

[khaleesimermaid]

I miss waking up next to him

[khaleesimermaid]

I need sleep so much. Ugh. But I had such a good time with Jerrad last night. Definitely worth only 2 hours of sleep.