#look out...

[ceph]

watch the crystal pendant closely. worry not if you see ghostly patterns it the sparkling, or if your eyes should start to close and so your vision's darkening. marvel in a lonely hour at the shimmering and power, alone, they'll start to capture you, take you in, enrapture you, lost, and in its catch, are you, if you try to watch this through. shake yourself every two minutes, so that you don't get to spinning which might mean hypnotist is winning. if you think it's been two minutes, but eyes are closed, and won't be lifted, you can just breathe out, and give in, or you can breathe in, and uplift all you're feeling past this moment. that won't be hypnosis, will it? just to breathe in, and feel better? i can keep myself together. when two minutes pass, i'll just blink, and shake my head, and trust myself to keep myself together. what could me from myself untether? if i forget to hold the rope, and it goes slack, it is not broke. if i can't blink -- my eyes stuck closed-- i'll try again in two minutes more. i'll just shake my head, and try, and try, and try, and try, and sigh. and try -- there's no way i'll be hypnotized. i'm sure the stories people tell are lies. there's no way that i would roll my eyes, up, up, up, up to the sky, and be deeply hypnotized. *snap.* just like that. *snap.* deeply hypnotized. there's no way that i'm hypnotized. it must be two minutes now. i'll just ry. i'll just try. i'll just try. i'll just try. oh my god! come on. just -- sigh! i'll just try. they'll come open if i try. if i really try. there's no way that i'm hypnotized. there's no way that i'm hypnotized. there's no way that i''m hypnotized. there's no way that i'm hypnotized. there's no way that i'm hypnotized. there's no way that i'm hypnotized.

[dreamboatdriver]

I love the line when Larry asked pale if he wanted lemon in his tea and he said something like "nooo lemon'll kill ya" like Adam is so funny I never expected to find that line funny

yessss, adam nails the delivery of lines that seem ridiculous on paper throughout the whole show.

[larsaramintore]

Insults and Injuries

Dawn began to rise over the foggy horizon and it found the Highborne standing there amongst the rocks that peppered the craggy beach.  She stood there silently, studying the coarse grains of sand with narrowed blue eyes and her hands curled into loose fists at each hip.  Within the grasp of her left hand lay a rumpled piece of embroidered fabric, recovered after a casual conversation led to its belated recovery.  The larger truth behind such a simple gesture of mischief vexed her, pulled at the corners of her mind with a nagging comment.  Her house was in disarray and she’d been the one to let it stray.

Crossing her arms and raising her eyes to the gray-blue sea, the creases in her brow began to deepen.  As a number of the Inn’s occupants had filed out in turn for an evening of frivolity and mirth two nights previous, she had stayed behind to manage both her business and her small family.  Nothing out of place there...or so it had seemed at the time.

The following morning, she’d managed to catch the resident physician during his usual morning ritual of a cup of tea and breakfast pastry in the dining room following his sunrise jog on the beach.  Sitting down across from him in hopes of a friendly chat, she was instead inundated with a lengthy account of the previous night’s egregious insults in the direction of a number of parties, himself included of course.  An earful indeed...tolerated only with the assistance of a well loaded cup of coffee.  It would seem that a small circle of the tavern’s residents were currently at odds with one another.  Oh, and by the way, I happened to recover this from my roommate’s belongings...I believe it belongs to Melisande.  Add that to the list as well, along with her own admitted delay in recovering the requested needlework. 

The complaints were trivial in her mind, but such was the content of her daily concerns as of late...the pitfalls of managing the more mundane aspects of life, she had come to assume.  Mercenaries tended to keep more distance from one another, and resolve their differences in more resolute manners...and thus the pettiness of domestic quarrels was something the former sergeant was disused to managing.  A fault she would have to soon remedy in her approach if the business was to continue flourishing.  The truth was she valued these people every bit as much as she had valued the sellswords in her previous line of work, and it would be a cold day before she let them simply self destruct in her presence.  

Looking back down to the intricate piece of embroidery she held in her hand, a simple plan began to hatch.  If these difficulties weren’t going to resolve themselves, she would have to intervene.  It seemed a series of conversations were in order.

(( @audemus-dawnspark, @melisandemeadowshine, @romariquev, for vague mentions.  Y’all getting called into the principal’s office if you can’t get along <3 )) (( @vynixnostra just because ))

[sapphicmillielee]

hmm... transfem puppy metal sonic... scratches chin thoughtfully

[geddyqueer]

trying 2 finish this fic before the game ends...

[snuggleupagus]

ohhh my GOD

[leitmxtiv]

Another alert....this scares me so much. Fuck. Stop taking kids what the fuck is wrong with people I'm terrified. Fuck. Fuck.