Feb 10, 2014
#faowiehfgweg #art #hi theo #8I
[[-HEAVY BREATHING- Sempai has given Theo an art FHUE HI HELLO. -nests in your hair-
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#faowiehfgweg #art #hi theo #8I
[[-HEAVY BREATHING- Sempai has given Theo an art FHUE HI HELLO. -nests in your hair-
Marian's smirk only widened as she realized he would not truly fight her on this. "Oh trust me, Isabela won't be sticking her claws in YOU by the time this evening draws to a close! Meet me at nine o'clock then just outside! Oh! And Alistair, don't forget that bit about holding your nose; I was entirely, unfortunately, serious."
There's something vaguely ominous about Marian's wording, but Alistair knows better than to try and ask her about it. She won't tell him. He decides to let this one go.
"Alright, see you then." he says with an uneasy wave. Then mutters "I just know I'll live to regret this." under his breath.
"If it isn't Alistair! Business bringing you back to Kirkwall or are you here because you fancy a mug of only the classiest ale from the classiest of establishments: The Hanged Man! The second option? Great!.... Don't forget to hold your nose when you first cross the threshold though; most new patrons don't and they end up sick before their lips even kiss a bottle."
"Er...I really shouldn't..." Alistair says, trying to find a break in Hawke's rapid fire and getting predictably cut off by the next bit. He supposes a quick drink couldn't hurt. Unless the rumors of the Hanged Man's swill were actually true.
"Fine, but I'm counting on you to protect me from Isabela if I get too drunk to defend myself."
"Another warden? What has my brother done now? Or are you needing something else? Please hurry, I'm late... Again... For Wicked Grace at the Hanged Man."
“Oh, pardon me, Champion. I wouldn’t want to keep you away from the cards. Carver hasn’t been playing hero for a while. I’m worried his high confidence dropped down a notch.”
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☁- Something that makes my Muse sad
Kyllian grows most sad when she thinks about Alistair. Despite their separation, she still thinks about him often, blames herself for all that went wrong and it makes it only that much harder for her to move on. This is why she often tries to find other activities to distract herself, but often he crosses her mind.
♨- Something that relaxes my Muse
When Kyllian wishes to relax she tend to go back to her roots back home. She cooks. Not bakes. Cooks. The aroma's of good food are just as relaxant for her as eating it. But it only works if she is the one cooking, for it simply is not the same satisfaction to have someone else's hands do the work.
☂- Something my Muse Wants to Protect
Answered but reposting
Kyllian is protective of a few things, but most of all she is protective of her mother's dagger, Fang, gifted to her by Cyrion, her father, when she returned to Alienage during the landsmeet. Being her last scraping hold of her mother it is a very dear item to her, and it is on her person at all times. Not only that but it has gotten her out of many sticky situations. In a way, she thinks of the dagger like her mother's little way of protecting her, that so long as she keeps it with her, her mother can watch over her.
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Marian simply grunts, the smell of liquor mingling with her breath. The Mage was hardly in a state to be certain of her clothing situation, but come morning, she would find herself rudely kicked from the bed and wondering exactly what happened.
She was lucky she was alive, Tara sat up her hair wild before she flung a boot at her friend's head. "I love you but you have three seconds to explain why I had to share and you're not paying any portion of my room.."
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"You better have clothes on or so help me Marian..." Tara pulled the blanket over her head and began to drift back off even as she inched on the bed. She was tired and she pouted, she didn't really mind when Carver intruded on her bed... hell Alistair had siblinglike for ages. But... Marian was also one of her best friends. "I will kick you so hard.... when I wake up..."
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"Mmmmaker’s fat tits, she’s got’a nice face, don’t she?"
"I won’t be out-drank….out-drunk…out-drunken by The Champion. This is a show-down, mutha fucka."
"FFFUCKIN’ HELL, DOES SHE HAVE A NICE FACE, THOUGH."