Some SWTOR blorboisms i realized just now I'd never shared.
So, all of my OCs experience/perceive the world differently, and I like to reflect that in their mannerisms/internal voice/the metaphors they use/etc.
Early in his life, Athan(my dear Wrath) tended more towards a lot of internal tangents. He, as the repressed second child of a sprawling influential Pureblood family, has Opinionsâ˘ď¸.
"...It's petty, a waste of energy he certainly needs to conserve if he's to be cognizant in a few hours, and entirely unbecoming for the heir of a pureblooded house, but damn them all straight to hell. He's earned some private bitching for having to put up with this."
"...It's almost cathartic enough to imagine strangling Vemrin with his bare hands until the man's eyes pop as he slinks through the academy's halls. The raw anger digging its teeth into his restraint like an overeager tuk'ata pup presented with a fresh bone simply festers rather than boiling over. He's definitely holding it together. He so is. It wouldn't do to snap and kill someone in broad daylight..."
these are the shortest examples I could find from there that get it across, lol. He yaps for 700ish words, and 90% of it is whiny rich boy complaining.
Athan was more...concrete, I suppose is the way to put it. Everything deserves a relational tanget, and I tried to stay away from the flowery language I usually pepper through my writing.
Orion(My Darth Nox) on the other hand...he's a doozy, lol. His internal monologue tends more towards sensory descriptions, a shitload of alliteration, rambling asides, and mildly feral undertones. For him, something I wanted to experiment with was "How does someone who's always neck-deep in the Force experience the world? How do they perceive the Force and how does that color their thoughts?" and all of the ghost bullshit. His head is very crowded, constantly buzzing and working away, so I decided that his "peripheral" perception of the Force would be like. Almost a kind of sensory-taste synesthesia? I dont know if that's the right description, but I cant find a different way lol. The way he senses things translates to different tastes or feelings. Happiness or affection reads as citrus and warmth, like lemonade on a hot summer's day. Anger is like a mouthful of black pepper. that sort of thing. i can elaborate elsewhere if yallre curious.
Writing from his POV is very fun but...difficult. Though I have not posted this, these scraps of a third chapter to Just We Two show a lot of it off.(yes its almost been a year to date since the last chapter shush. college has been kicking my ass for two semesters straight)
...Filthy phantom fingers flit down his spine, tugging and teasing at the tattered edges of his attention. Muttering and murmuring just below the range of his hearing, trying to drive him to distraction.
Shadows coil in the artefact before him, seeping out of hand-hewn stone like oil from a well, ink-black and endless. Runes in a language familiar-unfamiliarâunderstood only by spite and spirits, venomous whispers rattling around his skullâslash through the tablet's face. A rough harried hand, poisonous wrath bubbling-biting at their bones, clawing curses into a slate...
...Machinery whirrs, footsteps heavy against metalâsomeone encroaching on his space. Tablet discarded, he whirls around, energy sparking eager and unused beneath his skin to be met withâ
That ever-same sunbright presence brushes against his mind as he blinks away hyperfocus, every ounce of him softening. Warrior-beloved-solace-shieldâ
"Athan." The name slips from his tongue like a benediction, citrus blooming over the back of his tongue, project entirely forgotten...
BUT THEN, for the first chapter of Just We Two, Athan, having been force-bonded to Orion for like. four years, has picked up on Orion's sensory stuff, and relaxed the tight-held *I'm the heir I have to be perfect* shtick. Which is where you get something like...
...All too used to Orion's fits of exaggerated temperâwith no spicy-acrid anger bubbling white-hot down their bond, instead only the sand-silt of reluctance and faint heat of irritation brushing insistently against his mindâhe just cups his face, lightly dragging his thumb beneath Orion's eye...
idk where im going with this, i just love them and think its neat.
