#terry ambroce

[safrona-shadowsun]

“I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news: some of this blood is mine. The bad news: most of it is mine. And I’m going to pass out.” - Terry

It was not so much a confession Safrona had seen come to her booth in the Lounge before, but in recent days, anything was possible to happen, apparently. The Void Elf was aware of the late night patrons in Dalaran, and though she rose to help, summoning in demonic help or fastening the Ambroce brother to a soulstone was an outlandish flaunting of ability that would cause more trouble than it would help, she felt.

And so the off-duty Courier did the next best thing: she demanded for help.

“The man is bleeding, call the guard already. Get him to the First Aid place,” Safrona snapped at the serving girl as she ripped the curtains away from the booth to show Terry Ambroce slumped in a cushioned seat. “I’m sure Olivarra will appreciate the ‘business’.”

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[safrona-shadowsun]

It's just six words between Safrona and Terry.

A wolf sniffs at a ghost.

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[safrona-shadowsun]

“you don’t want to deal with everything alone. trust me. I'd know.” - Terry

{Platonic Starters}

“I’m a courier for a living,” Safrona remarked a little dryly, after a strange look over an uncharacteristic point of caring from Terry Ambroce. “It’s for most part a duty to carry burdens alone. That’s what I’m depended on to do. I am not payed to complain exactly, lovely boy.” 

The Void Courier flicked her long braid over to the other shoulder as she recalibrated her next route to supply, determining whether it was worth taking on. “...but, if it brings you any peace of mind I do have those I go to when the world does get to be too much. Beyond that..well. I’m never without wine.” A withering chuckle. “Or something stronger...”

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[safrona-shadowsun]

"I am a man of constant sorrow--I've seen trouble all my days." - Terry, to Saf, at the Legerdemain

{ Talk to my character using only song lyrics. They’ll reply doing the same.}

“Someone finds salvation in everyone, another only painSomeone tries to hide himself, down inside himself he praysSomeone swears his true love until the end of time, another runs awaySeparate or united, healthy or insane.”

{--Be Yourself, Audioslave }

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[safrona-shadowsun]

“Do you know what the definition of a hero is? Someone who gets other people killed.“ - Terry

Terry Ambroce had found the Courier just as she spent a luncheon at the Lounge, mid-sip of a glass of red, trying to desaturate from the world for even a moment. She kept her lips on her glass as a burgundy brow cocked upwards at the grump ever so slightly, before elegantly placing it down to face him with a curling little smile. “Is that so…?” she started airily, “I find wine or any version of bottled sin you can imagine to be the hero of the world these days.” She chuckled behind her smile as she tapped once at her glass. “And as with anything, overindulgence can get someone in some trouble, but I am a courier, not a hero.” Her smile went tight on her lips as she brought the glass gradually back to her lips, murmuring against it. “Beyond the wine…? The occasional delivery of a need? I do not pride myself to be anyone’s savior. And death? I am sorry to say that it is a constant whether my hands are involved or no.”

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[vembermarlon]

📝 - For both. DO EET

TERRY:

Their first impression: This man doesn't strike me as one who did those terrible things I've heard about in so much detail; he moves and smells like Leon does when he's at his worst self-loathing moments.Their current impression: Gods, they're so much brothers it hurts that they have such difficulty making amends. And Terry needs friends as much as he needs his brother.What they like the most about your muse: Many of the same things she likes about Leon, actually; his care and downright cuddling of animals, healthy respect and understanding of nature, honesty about most things, common sense. He’s more laid back, though.What they dislike the most about your muse: The tendency to be snappish and take things the wrong way to suit his self-loathing views, mainly. The stubborness. What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival ecc.): Friend, as much as he allows. Not quite family yet, but he needs friends more.A general opinion of their relationship: Getting there.If applicable, something they wish to reveal: I do care, and not just for Leon's sake--or Toffee's. Getting you to believe it will be a chore and take quite a bit of time.

LEON:

Their first impression: Those clothes are obnoxious and he seems quite the flirtatious jokester. Ugh.Their current impression: My best friend and the brother I didn't know I wanted and needed.What they like the most about your muse: Compassion, caring, respect and understanding of nature, honesty and forthrightness, common sense, work ethic.What they dislike the most about your muse: One of these days he will believe he has worth and skills and that people know and respect that. What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival ecc.): Family.A general opinion of their relationship: Belonging.If applicable, something they wish to reveal: I really don't understand the relationships and sexual practices you're wrapped up in, but so long as you're safe and happy, I shall simply smile and nod.