#theaegisbane

[morefirethanthesun]

Anders's face was twisted into a look of disgust as he shook out the sleeves of his robes, flinging away some of the blackish Darkspawn blood that had splattered all over him. Being a mage usually precluded him from having to engage Darkspawn at close range - which did wonders for the state of his wardrobe - but their last trip into the Deep Roads underneath Vigil's Keep had been something of a disaster on that front.

"Commander," he began, unable to keep the petulant whine from raising his tone, "please do us all a favor and refrain from doing that scary 'rar, blood, fury' thing you do when Oghren is doing the exact same thing. I don't fancy being showered in Darkspawn offal when I'm standing twenty feet behind you both."

[wardentheo]

[[Thread cleanup:

You can check out my thread tracker RIGH' HURR. I'm very certain I'm missing a few and I've dropped a couple others. Probably more than are on the list by mistake. Anyway, when I drop threads they are neither hated nor discarded. My reasoning is simply totally losing track of whatever we'd plotted, the progression becoming outdated via other interactions, it's become old n' stagnant on both sides, etc. Never anything I'm turning my nose up at. SO. If you guys wanna revive anything or take threads a new direction, I'm still 100% totally game. We can always start somethin' new as well!

I'm just trying to shave things down so no worries. I love you guys and I'm getting really amped to RP with errbody again! I just had to clean up a bit, and I will probably continue to do so.

AGAIN IF I'M MISSING ANYTHING LET ME KNOW. I CAN'T STRESS ENOUGH WHAT A TOTAL SHITBABY I AM. WITH THE MEMORY CAPACITY OF A CHEERIO.

[rogueblooded]

Strikhedonia

Strikhedonia - The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”.

Birch groaned, gripping at his forehead and coddling the plate that Nia’s mace had swept off the dresser. He had told her not to come in his mother’s old bedroom, especially with that giant mace.

 “I-I told you not to come in here-“Birch choked, feeling a wave of nausea stir in his gut as he frowned at the shattered plate. He was gripping at his hair, sweating and digging his thumbs into his forehead.

 “Now look what you did-“he groaned, images of his mother always scornful face filling his head.

 Nia sighed, leaning back on the dresser “I already said I was sorry- besides did the plate even mean that much to your mother?” she asked.

 Birch’s eyes fell to the plate “What-“ he asked, narrowing his eyes a bit up at her before looking back at the plate again “It came from Orlais… but it wasn’t… it didn’t..”

 “-Ah, to hell with it then” Nia waved “I bet your mother broke something of yours and didn’t go crying over it.”

 Birch continued to frown pushing at the broken edges of ceramic on the floor “She… she broke my bow once… when I was little… she had one of her episodes and decided she didn’t like it anymore,” he mumbled.

 Nia only shrugged “See- the hell with it, quite honestly that plate offended me.”

 Birch finally stood, chuckling a bit “Okay… to hell with it then.”