[ Tortulja ] What’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told?
The Nord was quiet for some time, mulling over her answer. After a moment, her expression seemed to fall neutral, until a wry smile tugged lightly at the corners of her mouth.
Tort, when are you going to tell Sammy the truth, about what happened with Silas? He deserves to know, don't you think?
Send me invasive questions about the muse, and see how they react. [x]
Tortulja nearly tripped at the sudden mention of the fire-juggling Imperial, and had to reach out and grab the doorjamb to steady herself. Turning to face the mage, she gave it the most offended and shocked expression she could muster.
“First of all, I haven’t told Sam any lies about Silas. I just... haven’t really told him anything about it,” she replied, looking away from the creature and frowning. “Besides, I shouldn’t burden him with the mistakes of my past. Not... not when our future has only just begun.”
Oh, Tort. After what Silas did to you, what makes you think any man is going to want you? You've already been used. You know that any man who gets with you is just going to toss you aside once they realize that you're just damaged goods. Once they're out of your sight, they start looking for something better.
[Prompt]
Tortulja visibly flinched at the words, but said nothing as the mage continued to speak. Her brows furrowed, and she kept her eyes on the body she was prepping for burial, but her hands began to shake too much for her to do anything useful.
"Are you done?" she asked, flicking her eyes up to look at the mage, her expression as lifeless as the corpse on the table in front of her. "If you came here to tell me things you thought I didn't already know, you've wasted both of our time."
△ If Silas came back and wished to patch things up between you, what would you do?
[Prompt]
Unwillingness on a scale of 1 to 10: ???
A dry laugh escaped her, and before long, Tort had nearly doubled over with laughter. Eventually, she calmed herself, wiping tears from her eyes, and a sigh was let out slowly.
"Not spending as much time as I could have with Will. Not letting him know how I feel. Being with Silas. Not giving up thievery sooner, trusting strangers too much. There are plenty of things I regret," she admitted, a frown on her face. "But I try not to dwell on them."
5: Talk about the best birthday you’ve had.
"…any birthday I’ve had recently… especially with my brother and nephew involved," she said with a bright smile. "Despite them both being absolutely asses at times, they’re surprisingly creative when it comes to gifts."
6: Talk about the worst birthday you’ve had.
Tortulja frowned and eventually shrugged. “I didn’t really have birthdays for some time. I had no one to celebrate with. Those were… usually the worst ones.”
9: Talk about little things on your body that you like the most.
Tort furrowed her brows, thoroughly confused by the command, eventually, she shrugged. “I like my eyes? And the way my hair likes to stay in place - mostly - if I braid it just right…”
10: Talk about the biggest fight you’ve ever had.
Her expression immediately darkened, and Tort turned her head away from the mage. “The Pit fights,” she mumbled quietly.
Hypothetical situation: Llaara falls in love with a fire mage, like Silas or Sieralon. >3
Dalamus growled, a low, dangerous sound. "That would not happen. I would not let it happen. She is my daughter, and as such, I will not let any threats near her. No gods-damned fire mages. Especially not anyone like Silas. I would tear him apart before he can lay a hand on her."
Have you ever had something happen to you that you thought was bad but it turned out to be for the best?
"…Silas… and the Pit," she answered after some thought. "Despite… sour memories and emotional turmoil - I learned from those experiences. I helped a friend who would have otherwise been doomed in the Pit. I survived. That’s what’s most important, isn’t it? Surviving and learning."