Aha, thanks, dear. I am 100% not going to get it (or the JRF at Oxford that I am also applying for today), because being rejected for these super competitive Oxbridge fellowships is apparently a painful rite of passage. BUT THIS WOULD BE PERFECT, since it’s at the home college of the guy I want to work with (the only other person I have seen who has published a RICHARD THE LIONHEART WAS QUEER YOU COWARDS article), would be for four years, would hopefully guarantee me getting a permanent job there or elsewhere, and… yes.
Anyway, nobody gets these so as noted this won’t happen, but at least I slayed the sickening anxiety gremlin long enough to start doing this (and frankly should have probably started sooner). And it’s fun to briefly fantasise, so hey?
actually, he’s more of a clear skies and sunny day sort of guy. he doesn’t hate it, but he’s spent too many nights in the dripping wet with nowhere to go; he likes his weather warm and dry (it can be nice, he’ll admit, to be holed up somewhere where the rain can’t touch, but even then, he’d rather not have to worry about it)
tell me a preconception/headcanon you have for one of my characters
1, 4, and 15 of the character description asks for my boy Eniko?
ty! // character descriptions
1. them as a child
The pitchfork is too big for him, and the hat too, and even the shirt hangs a little long, made for a taller boy. He’s bronzed in the sun, a cheery nut brown, and he could almost fit in with the rest of the townsfolk like this, ears hidden, belt cinched tight at the waist, helping with the hay bale. He works with his eyes narrowed against the glare of the high sun, and his tongue poking out just the slightest bit, heaving piles off the cart so the men can press it and stack it. Chatter rises and falls all around him, full half the town out for the occasion, but he keeps quiet, keeps working with his head down, hat slipping down around his eyes, until one of the men claps a dark hand on his shoulder.
“Alright there, boy,” he says, gruff. “Food is on the way. Get some water and a bite to eat. There’ll be more work later.”
“Yessir,” he nods, and sticks the fork firmly into the pile of hay and trails the crowd to the arriving cart brining food and drink and a moment’s respite before they return to the hard, hot work of making hay while the sun shines. He keeps his head down, and his hat on, and his lips sealed, and he almost, almost fits.
4. their laugh
It rises unexpected; Wick says something aside, a passing off-color remark, and it just bubbles up, harsh and barking and over almost as soon as he’s begun. Wick stares at him.
“Shit, kid,” he says, wiping at one eye. “I didn’t know you could do that.”
Eniko shrugs. “I am full of surprises.”
Wick drinks to that, and the sharp edge of Enikö’s amusement lingers.
15. them tired
The purple beneath his eyes turns the sharp lines of his face to shadow, all haggard and hollow. His shoulders hunch low as he trudges down the street, low pulsing promise of a future headache throbbing at his temples. His eyes feel gritty each time he blinks, and his head cotton-stuffed, and the idle chatter of passersby grates. He presses his lips tight together until they go pale, swallows back pointed and pointless barbs.
There is work to be done yet. There will be time to rest later.
OC fact swap. Nikolai is an excellent whistler. He can mimic a lot of different bird sounds and uses his talent to communicate with his contacts.
is this a natural talent, or did he spend time perfecting it? if it’s natural, how’d he discover it?
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Lira is an impressive mimc, but it’s not a parlor trick she shows off particularly often. She did it more as a girl and then grew out of it, and now she only does it when she’s had a drink or two and Zevran or Leliana pester her until she gives in and does an impression of one of them, to their delight.
he might have at one point, but he learned a lot growing up about the nature of affection and relationships and vulnerability, and has not been in love since
💔 Do they have a certain type of person they will not enter into a relationship with?
he absolutely cannot stand naivety. naivety, vulnerability, belief, all those soft and bright thoughts and feelings that belong to the hopeful, he cannot stand it. he puts on a good face––amusement can temper tempers and deflect scrutiny and is just as strong a defense as stone-faced silence––but he’s quite frankly not in any sort of position to deal with like, validation or support or gentleness and has absolutely no interest in receiving said validation and support and gentleness
