𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒 / 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒

@bonebore  (dandelion)  sent; the  lute  is  a  familiar  and  welcome  weight  ‘pon  his  back  as  he  strides  through  bilgewater,  taking  in  the  sights  of  dead  fish  and  mean  people  every  which  way  he  turns.  he  supposes  he’s  seen  worse  things,  and  been  to  worse  places,  but  the  stench  of  rotten  fish  wafting  into  his  nostrils  as  he  passes  by  urges  him  to  reconsider.  wrinkling  his  nose,  he  has  the  wherewithal  to  admit  to  himself  that  he’s  lost  —  with  a  great  sigh,  he  takes  it  upon  himself  to  seek  out  the  nearest  local  in  hopes  of  finding  his  way  around  this  evening.  “  excuse  me,  good  sir,  “  comes  the  question  chirped  in  a  sing-song  voice,  “  so  sorry  to  trouble  you,  but  could  you  direct  me  to  the  nearest  tavern  ??  I’m  supposed  to  play  there  tonight,  but  it  appears  I’ve  gotten  myself  lost.  “  (  here  have  dandelion  too  cause  I’m  annoying  )

𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘  such  a  friendly  face?  the  smile  he  had  only  grows  with  amusement,  a  breathed  laugh  given  for  the  humor  he  found  in  a  familiar  scenario.  ❝  good  sir,  huh?  ain’t  that  charmin’.  ❞  the  gambler  remarks,  tucking  away  book  he’d  been  idly  scribbling  in  whilst  people  watching.  the  two  activities  were  hardly  correlated,  but  twisted  fate’s  attention  span  was  a  fleeting  thing.

  ❝  i  reckon  i  can  do  that  for  ya,  no  problem.  ❞  he  responds  with  equal  cheer,  reciprocating  good  nature  with  that  of  his  own.  ❝  ain’t  never  seen  you  before,  which  means  ain’t  heard  ya  neither  …  I’ll  have  t’  stick  around  an’  hear  you  play.  ❞  a  good  means  to  pass  his  time,  to  fill  an  otherwise  uneventful,  bleak  night.  

      ❝  c'mon,  then,  partner.  ain’t  no  trouble.  ❞

                   𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐈𝐒   quick on his wits to take note of the book in the other man’s hand, pondering only briefly what it’s contents may contain; the curse of a man so naturally CURIOUS. he laughs and bows his head in a gesture of respect, a sound as melodic as any tune he could procure with the lute on his back.

         ❝  never  heard  me  ??    surely  you’ll  have  to  stick  around  then  ―  you’ll  be  missing  a  vessel  of  artistic  genius  if  you  don’t.  ❞   he almost sounds offended at the notion, but he remains good-natured in his tone as they walk. anything but MODEST, that master dandelion.   ❝  but  thank  you  all  the  same,  sir.  this  is  a  corner  of  the  world  i  have  had  yet  to  touch  with  my  musician’s  fingers  ―  i  travel  around  as  my  heart  dictates,  but  this  is  the  first  time  i’ve  ever  been  to  bilgewater.  it’s  all  so  exciting  !!  ❞

my dandelion is half-elf, dirty blond, cute little guy who lives to make problems but at least he’s marginally more polite about it, exiled by his father for taking interest in music over politics and has been Unleashed and following geralt around pretty much ever since

𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻  𝙼𝙴  𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃  𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁  𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙰𝙸𝚁,  𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂,  𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝙸  𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻  𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻  𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙴. 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙴,  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳  𝙶𝙾𝙴𝚂  𝙾𝙽.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐄.   an independent, highly selective multimuse as so lovingly tended to by gaunter  ( he/him, 18+, EST )  . HERE IS A TEMPORARY STAND-IN FOR MY RULES PAGE. my main blog, at ENDLINES. psd credit.

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