Ezekiel Shields

Being inside the Church Temperance felt peace, this is what she missed at any other moment in the day. She desperately wanted the stillness of her own mind, not having Son’Ispa coiling around whispering and reminding her of how things could go horribly wrong.

Closing the door of the confessional booth she nervously clasped and unclasped her hands in thought. How long had it been? The Light was still something she wanted to avoid, but the person she would speak to was the whole source of what had happened. 

“B-Bless me, Father, I have sinned.” She winced knowing the next part was going to be telling. “It’s been three years since my last confession.”

The other side, behind the screen she couldn’t look through a softer lower voice spoke back. His accent reminded her of people from Westfall. “That’s a good little chunk of time, tell me about your sins.”

Where did she start?

“There’s.. a lot to this Father.” She closed her eyes to savor the silence before speaking. “I lied to someone I care about. One of my only friends. After I lied he grew distant and didn’t want to be around me. I… I think it’s my fault and I don’t know what to do. He’s been, everything this last month.”

Getting to the end of her statement, she didn’t feel better. Wasn’t confession supposed to help? Her heart was twisting in her chest and she wished she hadn’t come to the Church for guidance.

The voice on the other side of the screen remained calm and spoke slowly for her. “Now, Miss, I think your gonna have t’give me more information than that. What did you lie about?”

And there she knew everything had to come out.

“You’re not allowed to tell anyone, or do anything about what I say? Right?” She asked, having to be sure.

“That is right.” The priest said but now she could hear a light curiosity grow. “Why you askin’?”

“I have a void entity in my head. We share a body because of a botched ritual my family tried to do… The entity has cared for me like a mother after everyone else I knew died. I decided I wanted to go to Pandaria to learn some of the cooking styles that are there. But… she sensed the other void entities that were fighting and called them. Summoned them to get me. She, she sees me as her daughter and I was introduced to entity after entity with names that would drive people insane.”

Temperance then shivered. “They noticed I was immune to the madness. And they wanted to see how much they could test me.” She could feel it even at that moment. “They told me to go into the Vision of N’Zoth. With… nothing, just myself.”

“You sound quite sane.” The voice said.

“I am. As sane as you can be when you realize the one person who’s been there for you really has no idea on how you can be happy. She, she didn’t get it. That I didn’t belong in the void with her and her Master. I found one of the champions of Azeroth and I got us out of there. But… I still feel it. I feel the cold. I feel the pain.” Temperance hugged herself shivering again. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

The silence from the other room was almost too heavy. Was the man signaling others to pull her out fo the booth? Were they going to rip Son from her, like any other priest might? 

“That’s an awful amount of shit to happen to you.” His voice didn’t carry the judgment she was waiting for. “You had to lie to your friend then?”

“He asked me if I was alright… and, I said I was fine.” She shook her head. “Then he got quiet, so, so quiet. He’s not the kind to go quite like that. He’s not serious and I love that about him. But he bottled up, he got this look, like someone insulted his dog. As soon as I was back in Stormwind he left, just… marched off without talking to me.”

Temperance’s voice cracked and she was shocked how much it hurt. It hurt to know someone she trusted had wanted nothing to do with her. Much of her thoughts spun around that moment and she had already cried once in fear she had hurt her friend.

“It’s my fault. I’m able to stand against the void but I let her trick me. I let her push me to go into the Visions. If I had more control he wouldn’t have come, I would have been the strong friend he didn’t have to worry about. Instead, I’m like every other girl he’s met.” Her throat was getting tighter and she covered her face as she started to cry.

“I’ve lost everyone in my life except for the entity in my head. If he goes… If he thinks I’m not worth dealing with. Who could put up with me?”

She broke into a sob, a wet unattractive sob that made her wish her face could split open so she could let all the pain and sadness out without the prolonged release of tears.

The sound of wood sliding on woodcut through her sobs and she looked to see the Priest. He was younger than she thought he was. He sounded so much older behind the screen Dark hair, bright eyes, with an expression of empathy that she didn’t get often.

“Missy, why did you lie to him?”

“If I told him what happened he would have taken Son from me, maybe even killed my other guardian because he’s also a void entity. I’ve never lived without Son before. I only get moments of rest when I’m in a church. But… I don’t know how I’ll survive without her. She’s protected me since I was an infant.”

The Priest nodded but he had no judgment on his face, it was such a relief to see someone who wasn’t angry outright about this. “Sounds like she might have once protected you, but she’s also a bad influence on you as well. Not saying because she’s of the void. Everything has its own path to the Light. Sometimes the best way to bring the Light the most grace is to stand in the shadows. But she made you do something against your will. She tricked you into doing something that is hurting you. You’re shivering. Your mind made it out safe, but the rest of you didn’t.”

He continued to speak, his voice soft but not bullshitting her. “It wasn’t right what she did. If she wanted to protect you she wouldn’t have sent you into a vision of an old god. You’re allowed to be in pain, to be angry with her. It wasn’t right.”

But Temperance hugged herself. “She’s not able to take over my body anymore, but I don’t know how to fix what happened with my friend. I’m scared he hates me now, that he could tell I was lying and is writing me off.”

She noticed the sympathy in the priest’s eyes. “There’s not much you can do for that right now. The lie was told unless you go to him to confess you’re not alright, there’s no real way of changing what happened. He might be angry that you didn’t tell him the truth. He might get rid of your.. guardian.”

“It’s my fault. I should have known Son was going to do something. Once she was quiet in Pandaria I should have known she was planning something. I should have left.” She said the words pulling out the pain she had been suffering for the last few days.

“No.” The Priest’s voice was firmer. “It an’t your fault. You’re keeping the peace between a creature of the void and your friend. If you want to not do that anymore, you need to understand your Guardian is going to be removed from you one day. You need to be ready for it.”

“I can’t get away from her.” She shook her head touching her head. “She’s always here.”

“She’s not there when you’re in the church.” He said and then offered a smile. “You want absolution? You’re going to come to the church whenever you have a day off. You come here. You ask for me. Father Shields. While you’re here you can be by yourself or near me and explore what it’s like to be alone. If you learn you can do it, when your friend gets angry and asks for your guardian to be removed, you’ll be able to do it without fear.”

Temperance didn’t think that being around the church might make some of her issues harder, instead, she saw what the Priest was offering. Quiet and time before one-day Son’Ispa would be gone from her for good. Alexander had already stated that he was looking for a replacement home for Son, as soon as he was able to find one he would lunch his plan and make sure his mate was somewhere that she could do less harm.

“I’ll do it.” She met the man’s hazel gaze, finding a moment of peace. “I’ll get comfortable with being alone, as soon as I know she can leave, I’ll tell him what happened. That way fewer people get hurt.”

Father Shields nodded with a half-smile. “That’s a right good idea.” He let out a breath and held a hand out to her.

“I have rough hands.” Temperance muttered.

“I don’t right care, I’m from Westfall. Woman with soft hands means she’s never lived.” He nodded to his outstretched hand and this time she took it. “By the Grace of the Light, I absolve you of your guilt and of your sin. You’re free. Go with peace and I’ll be seein’ you when you come here for your penance. Ya hear?”

Temperance felt a small rush of the light and it was so utterly foreign to her. The Light always chased Son away but it did no harm the rest of her. One day soon she would be free of the entity, and she just might be able to stand beside her friends with the Light. If she still had a friend at the end of all of this.

“Yes Father.” She said bowing her head. “Thank you, for not judging me.”

“You are actually torn up about this, it’s what you need at the moment.” He bowed his head and closed the screen between them. “Go with the Light and your Shadows.”

Okay I’m gonna add more meaningful colors because this list is inadequate.

SCARLET = You have influenced my decision/thoughts on something.

MAROON = You taught me something new. 

CINNAMON = You’re a really cool person and admire you from afar. 

PERIWINKLE = You make me laugh

MAUVE = You are really talented

BLUSH = Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better. 

Actually I’m gonna add a few too

CYAN = We have very little in common

THISTLE = I only just started following you

INDIGO = I’ve been following you for a long time

FUCHSIA = Your blog content is gold

COPPER = Your blog content is trash (and I love it)

VERMILION = You make me feel passionate

HONEYDEW = I want to call you by a nickname

LAVENDER = You inspire me

CORAL = You’re a meme

UMBER = I want to know more about you

FORGET-ME-NOT = You remind me of somebody

RAZZMATAZZ = I would share my favorite food with you

ARSENIC = I don’t know how to describe the way I feel about you

WINE = You make me feel kinda funny, like when we used to climb the rope in gym class

SAFFRON = I love your ideas

TIMBERWOLF = I trust you

FALLOW = I want to run through the Northern wilderness barefoot with you

PLUM = I’d like to chat with you

TANGERINE = I love your aesthetic

SAGE = You make me cry

CRIMSON = We should collaborate on something!

VIRIDIAN = I wanna hang out on your blog

CHARTREUSE = You’re my homie

(( Continued from HERE ))

With a wide smile, Zek chuckled before taking another long drink from his iced tea. “Always sucks to be the messenger of those sort of things I reckon.” But he chuckled nodding. “My Ma’s the one who taught me, said ‘you an’t gonna get a girl if you don’t know how to cook’ I thought that was a bit… ya know backwards until I realized how much a woman likes it when you cook for them. Not like I’m looking, but I always get shocked looks that I know my way around a kitchen.”

He then looked at Laurent like he was judging something. “So I got a real problem. I don’t know how to make small meals. Been livin’ with a bunch of giants for years, kinda threw me off of proportions.” He got up and opened the icebox to show bowels of food. “Uh… that was from three days ago…” 

Scrunching his face up he nodded to the food. “If’n you need something, I think we’re on the same hallway, grubs always offered. Kinda what’s mine is yours.”

He then watched Zek go to the icebox to look over the food. He laughed harder, knowing the problem from a different side of things.

“Lamb, I’m a Worgen. I eat my body weight in a day and still feel hungry for dessert. I will gladly be your garbage disposal and even pay you for the privledge.”

He took a look at his icebox then back to Laurent. “Partner, this is all yours if you want to slip me a few silver every week. I’m used to feeding big fuckers. Jus’ no goin’ and wolfin’ out on me. Not without warnin’. I’m not jumpy but Worgen were like, our boogiemen out where I was from. We have ferals east of us. With warnin’ I don’ much care if you need to change forms. Lexi don’ care either. Nothing scares her no more. Bless her heart.”

[RP continued from here.]

“Well that just takes all the satisfaction out of it,” Laurent groaned again. This time, though, the smile remained.

The Gilnean priest perked up at the mention of tea. “Aye. I’d come in for a cuppa. He’s much better once he knows what’s going on. If not, I have bribes in my pocket.”

This time Laurent kept Kain sitting while Zek opened his apartment door.

“Oh, the city is full of rich cunts,” Laurent huffed. “Cunts and cockheads the lot of them. Some are at least repentant about it, though. I got a list of the ones who aren’t. A shite list you could call it.”

He chuckled with wicked amusement and looked around the small apartment. His wasn’t much bigger, but since he had been living in it for a few years, it had a totally different personality. Seeing the bare state of Zek’s flat, it brought back memories that weren’t as fuzzy as others.

“Do you have everything you need? I know they tend to supply these places with the flat and silverware and the like, but books? I can lend you books if you’d like.”

He would dodged around to the icebox and pull out a pitcher but then stopped as if he was suddenly caught. When he meant tea, he meant cold and sweet. But he remembered how other gilneans had looked at him like he had cursed the Light’s name when he brought it out for them. “Uh… I can make you hot tea if’n you want. But I got some here if you like it cold… with sugar.” 

He held up the pitcher with a doubtful worry, but it was more war flashbacks of angry worgen who did not tolerate the Westfall drink.

The man called that tea.

Tea.

That.

Laurent blinked and tried not to appear too judgmental for long.

“Don’t bother, father,” he smiled. “I’ve got a kettle warm back at my place and some really great tea from up north. No need to trouble yourself. I’ve never been able to stomach sweet tea. I’m really not one for sweets in general though, so no offense intended.”

Kain made his rounds to sniff things in the apartment, but he had manners enough to leave it at that. Then he found a place on the floor that was comfortable and curled up to relax.

“Honestly, I can understand … is it called iced tea? Just sweet tea? I don’t know. I can understand that more than the herbal teas Kaldorei like. Again. It isn’t meant to be offensive, but I honestly can’t help but thing it is garden clippings in a cup of hot water when I choke it down.”

He was clearly hung up on the tea.

Light help the man.

Wincing he nodded pulling a glass for himself and getting a large cup of amber-colored iced tea. “Well… I suppose in Westfall we just call it Iced Tea if you don’t want it with sugar you gotta say Unsweet tea since most folk drink it with sugar. Now, herbal teas, those are good when chilled and with something sweet in them, then they taste like juice.” He smiled more looking over his shoulder at Laurent. “But I don’t blame you, most northern folk can’t stand that stuff.”

He turned around and drank deeply from his sweetened leaf juice. “Now, I will fight you over what makes a good biscuit.” He said his voice a light challenge. “Think your scones but savory. Really good with some gravy.”

“I had a nice couple in Duskwood already educate me on biscuits and gravy, but I have to admit there was a few moments of horrific confusion. Cookies, as you call them, would not be good slathered in sausage gravy. But in either case, I really won’t fight you on it. The dish I was made was absolutely fantastic. Like bangers and mash but a bit more staunch. Rib sticking, I think they called it,” Laurent laughed. He was awful at the Westfall accent and didn’t try it outloud often, but the way he said ‘rib sticking’ was a good indicator that he didn’t have an ear for mimicking accents at all.

“Oh! But, I should warn you. I am saying this with nothing but love. There’s a lovely priestess, Roisin or Rose. She…uh…is prone to kitchen mishaps. If she offers you a muffin, do eat it with care. Last bit she fed me was an example of why clear labeling between sugar and salt is necessary when one is in the throes of baking,” Laurent smiled fondly. “I only warn you because when it happened to me, it apparently wasn’t the first time it happened at all. Lovely lass, though. Ferociously kind and has a smile that could light up the world on the darkest night.”

He then blinked at Laurent at the mention of Rose’s cooking the man froze. “Oh Light Bless her heart.” He said shaking his head. “Does... does she need someone to teach her how to cook? Or... is it just, mishaps? I an’t trying to knock her or nothing, but I do know that I have been on the wrong side of a poorly made biscuit before and I an’t much wanting to be there again. If’n you know what I mean?”

[RP continued from here.]

“Well that just takes all the satisfaction out of it,” Laurent groaned again. This time, though, the smile remained.

The Gilnean priest perked up at the mention of tea. “Aye. I’d come in for a cuppa. He’s much better once he knows what’s going on. If not, I have bribes in my pocket.”

This time Laurent kept Kain sitting while Zek opened his apartment door.

“Oh, the city is full of rich cunts,” Laurent huffed. “Cunts and cockheads the lot of them. Some are at least repentant about it, though. I got a list of the ones who aren’t. A shite list you could call it.”

He chuckled with wicked amusement and looked around the small apartment. His wasn’t much bigger, but since he had been living in it for a few years, it had a totally different personality. Seeing the bare state of Zek’s flat, it brought back memories that weren’t as fuzzy as others.

“Do you have everything you need? I know they tend to supply these places with the flat and silverware and the like, but books? I can lend you books if you’d like.”

He would dodged around to the icebox and pull out a pitcher but then stopped as if he was suddenly caught. When he meant tea, he meant cold and sweet. But he remembered how other gilneans had looked at him like he had cursed the Light’s name when he brought it out for them. “Uh… I can make you hot tea if’n you want. But I got some here if you like it cold… with sugar.” 

He held up the pitcher with a doubtful worry, but it was more war flashbacks of angry worgen who did not tolerate the Westfall drink.

The man called that tea.

Tea.

That.

Laurent blinked and tried not to appear too judgmental for long.

“Don’t bother, father,” he smiled. “I’ve got a kettle warm back at my place and some really great tea from up north. No need to trouble yourself. I’ve never been able to stomach sweet tea. I’m really not one for sweets in general though, so no offense intended.”

Kain made his rounds to sniff things in the apartment, but he had manners enough to leave it at that. Then he found a place on the floor that was comfortable and curled up to relax.

“Honestly, I can understand … is it called iced tea? Just sweet tea? I don’t know. I can understand that more than the herbal teas Kaldorei like. Again. It isn’t meant to be offensive, but I honestly can’t help but thing it is garden clippings in a cup of hot water when I choke it down.”

He was clearly hung up on the tea.

Light help the man.

Wincing he nodded pulling a glass for himself and getting a large cup of amber-colored iced tea. “Well... I suppose in Westfall we just call it Iced Tea if you don’t want it with sugar you gotta say Unsweet tea since most folk drink it with sugar. Now, herbal teas, those are good when chilled and with something sweet in them, then they taste like juice.” He smiled more looking over his shoulder at Laurent. “But I don’t blame you, most northern folk can’t stand that stuff.”

He turned around and drank deeply from his sweetened leaf juice. “Now, I will fight you over what makes a good biscuit.” He said his voice a light challenge. “Think your scones but savory. Really good with some gravy.”

[RP continued from here.]

“Well that just takes all the satisfaction out of it,” Laurent groaned again. This time, though, the smile remained.

The Gilnean priest perked up at the mention of tea. “Aye. I’d come in for a cuppa. He’s much better once he knows what’s going on. If not, I have bribes in my pocket.”

This time Laurent kept Kain sitting while Zek opened his apartment door.

“Oh, the city is full of rich cunts,” Laurent huffed. “Cunts and cockheads the lot of them. Some are at least repentant about it, though. I got a list of the ones who aren’t. A shite list you could call it.”

He chuckled with wicked amusement and looked around the small apartment. His wasn’t much bigger, but since he had been living in it for a few years, it had a totally different personality. Seeing the bare state of Zek’s flat, it brought back memories that weren’t as fuzzy as others.

“Do you have everything you need? I know they tend to supply these places with the flat and silverware and the like, but books? I can lend you books if you’d like.”

He would dodged around to the icebox and pull out a pitcher but then stopped as if he was suddenly caught. When he meant tea, he meant cold and sweet. But he remembered how other gilneans had looked at him like he had cursed the Light’s name when he brought it out for them. “Uh... I can make you hot tea if’n you want. But I got some here if you like it cold... with sugar.” 

He held up the pitcher with a doubtful worry, but it was more war flashbacks of angry worgen who did not tolerate the Westfall drink.

It was laundry day, something Zek took seriously since coming back to Stormwind. Everything he owned needed a deep clean and now with a large basket neatly folded and pressed he had to look over the large mound of clothing. Moving his head back down that hallway then back to Laurent he shook his head. “I didn’t see em when I was comin’ up. If’n you need some help I can drop this off at my room, it’ just righ’ there.”

He wasn’t bothering with curbing his accent at the moment and instead would attempt balancing his basket on his leg as he fished for the keys to his apartment. “What kind of dog d’ya got?”

Fortuantely, it wasn’t too hard with his concern for Kain.

“He’s a Gilnean Mastiff. Nearly four months old. Big and blue-grey….”

As he started to explain, though, the puppy appeared at the other end of the hall. His tail was wagging rapidly, as if he was playing a grand game. Laurent was initially worried about the puppy running back the way he came, but that fear was fleeting.

“Kain…” Laurent warned. “Don’t do it. Stay down!”

Laurent tried to sound firm and even tried to move around Zek to intercept the puppy. Unfortunately, he was not fast enough and the large puppy jumped right up on Ezekiel and licked the air wildly in attempt to enthusiastically greet the other priest.

“An’t you an energetic little dust devil.” He said as she tried to lightly press Kain away from his clothes and himself, not wanting to restart the whole errand of washing because of one excited pup.

He then dropped his voice a little like he would with Lexi. “Come on, off.”

“Energetic devil, is right,“ he groaned. “Sit, Kain. Sit.”

Kain’s tail was still flailing around wildly but he eventually sat and left both the priest and his laundry alone.

“Sorry about that. We just got back from up north and he’s apparently lost all manners since I let him get away with a fair bit,” Laurent commented as he tried to help Zek with his washing. “I am Father Laurent Price, by the way. Are you new to the building?”

He laughed and bowed his head. “You’re righ’ I am new t’the buildin’, Father Ezekiel Shields. Just got back from my mission on the Broken Isle. I gotta say, I thought I was done bein’ knocked down by folk. Vrykul are right…. ugh.” He stopped himself from cursing before chuckling. “They get to be right passionate when you try to challenge them on somethin’.”

Laurent groaned and deflated a bit.

“Yea. Well, just so you know, there’s one of those right big fuckers here in town from time to time. Well, maybe not anymore. Not from the Broken Isle, though. He’s caused me a bit of trouble, though. Smashed his ugly mug on a bar for the things he’s done to a friend of mine. I took a right proper beating for the trouble.”

He frowned for a few moments before clearing his melancholy. Since returning from Gilneas he was doing his best to keep up the appearance of a healed man. It would last at least a week.

“Welcome back to Stormwind, though. By your accent, I imagine this isn’t your frist time, but if you ever need some good advice on local happenings, I am a bit of a townie.”

With the last article of clothing back in the basket he flited it up and nodded. “Thank you. An’ your right, not my first, but been out for over three years an’ I got some catching up to do. Good to get out of the city though. Sometimes you just need that big open sky to remind you why you’re here.”

He smiled and would balance his basket again so he could unlock the door to his apartment. “If’n you want, you know how small the rooms are, but I got tea and I don’t mind your pup, Kain.” He said as if remembering before looking down at the pup.

“I could use to know what I should and shouldn’t be avoidin’. And to know which nobles are extra cockheads.” He smiled after hearing Laurent curse enough to know it was safe.

It was laundry day, something Zek took seriously since coming back to Stormwind. Everything he owned needed a deep clean and now with a large basket neatly folded and pressed he had to look over the large mound of clothing. Moving his head back down that hallway then back to Laurent he shook his head. “I didn’t see em when I was comin’ up. If’n you need some help I can drop this off at my room, it’ just righ’ there.”

He wasn’t bothering with curbing his accent at the moment and instead would attempt balancing his basket on his leg as he fished for the keys to his apartment. “What kind of dog d’ya got?”

Fortuantely, it wasn’t too hard with his concern for Kain.

“He’s a Gilnean Mastiff. Nearly four months old. Big and blue-grey….”

As he started to explain, though, the puppy appeared at the other end of the hall. His tail was wagging rapidly, as if he was playing a grand game. Laurent was initially worried about the puppy running back the way he came, but that fear was fleeting.

“Kain…” Laurent warned. “Don’t do it. Stay down!”

Laurent tried to sound firm and even tried to move around Zek to intercept the puppy. Unfortunately, he was not fast enough and the large puppy jumped right up on Ezekiel and licked the air wildly in attempt to enthusiastically greet the other priest.

“An’t you an energetic little dust devil.” He said as she tried to lightly press Kain away from his clothes and himself, not wanting to restart the whole errand of washing because of one excited pup.

He then dropped his voice a little like he would with Lexi. “Come on, off.”

“Energetic devil, is right,“ he groaned. “Sit, Kain. Sit.”

Kain’s tail was still flailing around wildly but he eventually sat and left both the priest and his laundry alone.

“Sorry about that. We just got back from up north and he’s apparently lost all manners since I let him get away with a fair bit,” Laurent commented as he tried to help Zek with his washing. “I am Father Laurent Price, by the way. Are you new to the building?”

He laughed and bowed his head. “You’re righ’ I am new t’the buildin’, Father Ezekiel Shields. Just got back from my mission on the Broken Isle. I gotta say, I thought I was done bein’ knocked down by folk. Vrykul are right.... ugh.” He stopped himself from cursing before chuckling. “They get to be right passionate when you try to challenge them on somethin’.”

It was laundry day, something Zek took seriously since coming back to Stormwind. Everything he owned needed a deep clean and now with a large basket neatly folded and pressed he had to look over the large mound of clothing. Moving his head back down that hallway then back to Laurent he shook his head. “I didn’t see em when I was comin’ up. If’n you need some help I can drop this off at my room, it’ just righ’ there.”

He wasn’t bothering with curbing his accent at the moment and instead would attempt balancing his basket on his leg as he fished for the keys to his apartment. “What kind of dog d’ya got?”

Fortuantely, it wasn’t too hard with his concern for Kain.

“He’s a Gilnean Mastiff. Nearly four months old. Big and blue-grey….”

As he started to explain, though, the puppy appeared at the other end of the hall. His tail was wagging rapidly, as if he was playing a grand game. Laurent was initially worried about the puppy running back the way he came, but that fear was fleeting.

“Kain…” Laurent warned. “Don’t do it. Stay down!”

Laurent tried to sound firm and even tried to move around Zek to intercept the puppy. Unfortunately, he was not fast enough and the large puppy jumped right up on Ezekiel and licked the air wildly in attempt to enthusiastically greet the other priest.

“An’t you an energetic little dust devil.” He said as she tried to lightly press Kain away from his clothes and himself, not wanting to restart the whole errand of washing because of one excited pup.

He then dropped his voice a little like he would with Lexi. “Come on, off.”

a list of oc questions in alphabetical categories - i made each category based on the first word I could think of in alphabetical order, so enjoy!

A: Aptitude 1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young? 2. what activities have they participated in? 3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for? 4. what things are they bad at? 5. what is their most impressive talent?

B: Basics 1. what is their hair color? 2. what is their eye color? 3. how tall are they? 4. how old are they? 5. how much do they weigh?

C: Comfort 1. how do they sit in a chair? 2. in what position do they sleep? 3. what is their ideal comfort day? 4. what is their major comfort food? why? 5. who is the best at comforting them when down?

D: Decoration 1. how would they decorate a house if they had one under their name? 2. how would they decorate their child’s room? 3. how do they decorate their own room? 4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear? 5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends?

E: External Personality 1. does the way they do things portray their internal personality? 2. do they do things that conform to the norm? 3. do they follow trends or do their own thing? 4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads? 5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it out on their own?

F: Fun 1. what do they do for fun? 2. what is their ideal party? 3. who would they have the most fun with? 4. can they have fun while conforming to rules? 5. do they go out a lot?

G: Gorgeous 1. what is their most attractive external feature? 2. what is the most attractive part of their personality? 3. what benefits come with being their friend? 4. what parts of them do they like and dislike? 5. what parts of others do they envy?

H: Heat 1. do they rather a hot or cold room? 2. do they prefer summer or winter? 3. do they like the snow? 4. do they have a favorite summer activity? 5. do they have a favorite winter activity?

I: In-the-closet 1. what is their sexuality? 2. have they ever questioned their sexuality? 3. have they ever questioned their gender? 4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT? 5. how long would/did it take for them to come out?

J: Joy 1. what makes them happy? 2. who makes them happy? 3. are there any songs that bring them joy? 4. are they happy often? 5. what brings them the most joy in the world?

K: Kill 1. have they ever thought about suicide? 2. have they ever thought about homicide? 3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? who? 4. who would miss them if they died? 5. who would be happy they died, anyone?

L: Lemons 1. what is their favorite fruit? 2. what is their least favorite fruit? 3. are there any foods they hate? 4. do they have any food intolerances? 5. what is their favorite food?

M: Maternal 1. would they want a daughter or a son? 2. how many children do they want? 3. would they be a good parent? 4. what would they name a son? what would they name a daughter? 5. would they adopt?

N: Never Have I Ever 1. what would they never do? 2. what have they never done that they want to do? 3. is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do? 4. what is the most embarrassing thing they’ve done? 5. have they done anything they thought they’d never do?

O: Optimism 1. are they optimistic or pessimistic? 2. are they openly optimistic, throwing it on others? 3. are they good at giving advice? 4. is there anyone in their life that throws optimism on them? 5. were they always optimistic?

P: Personality 1. what is their best personality trait? 2. what is their worst personality trait? 3. what of their personality do others love? 4. what of their personality do others envy? 5. do they hate anything about their personality/about other’s personalities?

Q: Questions 1. do they ask for help? 2. do they ask questions in class? 3. do they answer questions that make them a little uncomfortable? 4. do they ask weird questions? 5. are they curious?

R: Rules 1. do they follow rules? 2. would they be a strict or laid-back parent? 3. have they ever been consequenced for breaking a rule? 4. have they broken any rules they now regret breaking? 5. do they find any rules they/others follow absolutely ridiculous?

S: Streets 1. are they street-smart? 2. would they give money to someone on the streets? 3. have they ever gotten in a fight on the streets? 4. has anything happened to them on the streets? 5. are they cautious when out?

T: Truth 1. are they honest? 2. can they tell if someone is lying? 3. is it obvious when they’re lying? 4. have they lied about anything they regret lying about? 5. have they told truths that have been spread against their will?

U: Underdog 1. have they been bullied? 2. have they bullied anyone? 3. have they been physically attacked by a bully? 4. have they ever been doubted? 5. have they surprised people with being good at something?

V: Vomit 1. do they vomit often? 2. do they get lots of stomach aches? 3. are they good at comforting someone ill? 4. what do they like as far as comfort goes? 5. do they burp, cough, or hiccup most when nauseous? when vomiting?

W: Water 1. do they drink enough water? 2. have they learned to swim? 3. do they like to swim? 4. can they dive? 5. can they swim without holding their nose?

X: Xylophone 1. what is their favorite genre of music? 2. do they have a favorite song? 3. do they have a favorite band/artist/singer? 4. can they sing well? 5. can they rap?

Y: You 1. how old were you when you created them? 2. what inspired you to create them? 3. were they different when they were first created? 4. do you enjoy writing them more than other characters? 5. what’s your favorite thing about them?