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#BHAAL1ST — INDIE DARK URGE FROM BALDUR'S GATE 3 WRITTEN BY HOPE ( SHE / THEY ), +18
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sacrifical lambs. keenminded. onceawake. pirkstein. b0nefather. driofaire. murderyn.
also found at. 9neyes. sanguisana. astraldestiny. relicfound. oftroia.
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realising Im gonna have to keep wren away from henry and hans until AFTER the attack from zizka bc she would KNOW about the bergow situation bc shes been there with istvan … I did this to myself
speaking of weddings, sol and I imagined a beautiful world in which wren marries henry, they both sleep with hans and wren fucks hans' wife. 10/10 polyamory is always the solution.
oh someone put up the t.oho version of e.lisabeth with english subs so I can now actually show you the exact vibe I'd expect from a d.urgetash wedding.
looove when wren gets a chance to cut loose bc she so rarely ever does and theres soo much going on beneath the surface she simply never shares with anyone else. she loves dancing, shes a big romantic at heart ( yes, even pre tadpole, just in a very bhaalist way ), she enjoys listening to someone else sing ... that little girl who loved life is still in there, wren just feels like she can't let her out most of the time.
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nicknames are BANNED
wrenanna banana :)
stop that right now —
you give your oc a new name for ONE verse and suddenly that name is fucking everywhere
like who is this woman thats not my evil bitch
actually the most jarring thing about non magic verses is that wren wouldnt have heterochromia. girl has two brown eyes in the k.cd verse thats just weird.
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also while I don't have anything proper in mind yet given I'm still early in the game ( ignore my +20 hours ) I have to imagine whatever bullshit wren pulls to escape istvan must have been some truly bonkers cloak and dagger operation. hes not the only schemer in this house.
also for sure the first hint wren accidentally gives henry that shes not in fact just some commoner is that she will tell him to hand over anything he can't read so she can read it for him.
actually pretty funny that wren most likely is just done with personal vendettas after istvan dies like yeah the bastard's dead and now shes got better things to do than be consumed by revenge actually. like becoming katherine and zizka's third—
also after talking to Sol I've actually decided that the proposed marriage to john ii would be too funny to pass up so we're committed to that now.
Caleb scoffs at her claim of innocence, bold-faced lie that it is, head shaking slightly at this charmless pretense. He knows his own crimes; knows one of theirs could never claim innocence and mean it. No, that was stripped from them all throughout the torturous process, until only the killers remained. What use would a spy have for innocence? What worth did it have for the Empire? Innocence was for the people they protected, not for them. And she knows she is the same; Wren has the marks that prove it. "Maybe it would be disgraceful, ja, if we were talking about a real innocent, which you are not. Do you not tire of pretending?"
Yet he knows his case is weak; it will continue to be so, unless he dares to expose her for everything, and he cannot. Her excuse, blatant excuse that it is, would be enough to shield her from scrutiny. If anything, Caleb thought with no small amount of bitterness, it would make the others sympathetic to hear of her troubled sleep and how her mind continued to torment her, despite the absence of memories. He could not demand that she warn them every time she woke up at night. The mere suggestion is ridiculous, and she knows that. Her late night disappearances were suspicious, but not damning on their own. Everyone else would more easily judge him paranoid than heed that there was reason to be wary.
So he says nothing a moment longer; lets her go on her spiel about defending herself, mouth opening to reply before she silences him with a gesture.
What he cannot make sense of is why she insists on lying when it's just the two of them. Fear of unnoticed eyes, ears too attentive to distant conversation? They are distant enough from camp that it makes no sense. It would be just as effective to drive him insane by playing the two-faced role without clinging to this false virtue she insists on. More freeing, maybe, to not have to feign for a bit. Or perhaps she delighted in not giving him the reprieve of knowing he was right, all the while denying him the means to act on it.
"I do not want you hurt — I want you gone. And I do not wish to have to make it happen myself, but I will, if I must." Warning more than threat; one more dangerous than the magic he had been prepared to reach for but did not. Intense gaze lingers on her, and in a last, not entirely calculated resort, he decides to test for a reaction, no matter how small. "Maybe you are right and I cannot use this against you now. But I won't suffer you forever, and I tire of your games, Volstrucker."
His words echoed in her head, mocking, patronising. Do you not tire of pretending? No — what she tired of was the hole in her head, the blank slate that was her memory, the deep waters she was dragged under against her will, with no control until she broke the surface again, woken up to whatever horrors her hands had conjured up this time. And she never knew why, never found any SENSE in her own actions, in actions she had no control over. She was leading the life of another, a life she was not privy to and she had spent much time since the beginning of this journey clutching her chest at night trying to muffle the screams and cries of the sheer force of the UNCERTAINTY threatening to rip right through her. And yet Caleb sought to not only draw attention to her misery but to poke his fingers right into her wound, to accuse her of deliberately mutilating her own mind. To what gain? What would she win with senseless slaughter?
" I will have none of your pointless huffing and puffing. You've no proof of your accusations and I shall not entertain them further. " She considered simply walking past him — calling his bluff, but she was no longer confident he would let her leave. No, if he was this certain she resembled some unknown enemy he'd made up in his mind then surely he would be willing to attack her regardless of how much it would jepardise his position among the group. She was dealing with a wild ANIMAL at this point, always ready to lash out when cornered. Though it was him who had cornered her. The gall of it all ...
And there it was, an admission of the direct desire to have her GONE, by his own hand if necessary. And to think he wanted to paint her as the threat — the audacity! At this point he was simply throwing words at her with no rhyme or reason between them. Volstrucker, that word clearly meant something to him yet no memories stirred within her at the sound of it. Whatever he hoped to achieve by presenting the term to her, he would be sorely disappointed. " You're mad. I fear it is ghosts you are chasing after, mister Widogast, for I have no idea what it is you are rambling on about. If you are to accuse or insult me at least do it in a language we both speak or are you afraid I will be able to DEFEND myself properly should you use terms we are both familiar with? "
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oh and happy pride month wren is bisexual and has a big tendency towards women.
