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Seven Deadly Sins: Wrath Aesthetic
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CASTLE:    âIâm sick of all these people talking.â    âIâm already choking on my pride.â    âThey wanna make me their queen.â    âThereâs no use crying about it.â    âI probably shouldnât be so mean.â    âI should probably keep my pretty mouth shut.â HOLD ME DOWN:    âMy demons are begging me to open up my mouth.â    âHe told me I was holy.â    âHeâs got me on my knees.â    âThis is what I live for.â    âThrow me in the deep end and watch me drown.â NEW AMERICANA:    âThe cityâs ours until fall.â    âWe donât feel like outsiders at all.â    âWe know very well who we are.â    âWhat kind of dough have you been spending?â DRIVE:    âI can never keep my eyes off this.â    âAll we do is think about the feelings the we hide.â    âIt never felt like home to me.â    âWould it really kill you if we kissed?â HURRICANE:    âHeâs got an eye for girls of eighteen.â    âI held him captive by my kiss.â    âIâm a one night stand.â    âIâm the violence in the pouring rain.â    âI reminded myself to keep you far away from me.â    âYou could devastate me.â ROMAN HOLIDAY:    âDo you remember the taste of my lips that night?â    âI remember the fear in your eyes.â    âThe timingâs never right.â GHOST:    âIâm searching for something that I canât reach.â    âI donât like them innocent.â    âYou say that youâre no good for me.â    âI swear I hate you when you leave, but I like it anyway.â    âI know Iâm gonna leave him.â COLORS:    âYouâre only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope.â    âYouâre ripped at every edge but youâre a masterpiece.â    âIâm still waking in the morning, but itâs not with you.â COLORS, PT 2:    âEverything is dripping like a saturated sun.â    âI hope you make it to the day youâre _____ years old.â STRANGE LOVE:    âEverybody wants to know if we fucked in the bathroom sink.â    âBut the ending is the same every damn time.â    âThey think Iâm insane.â    âThey think my lover is strange.â    âThatâs the beauty of a secret.â    âThey canât believe I made you weak.â    âThese days I canât seem to get along with anyone.â COMING DOWN:    âI found god - I found him in a lover.â    âI found the devil - I found him in a lover.â    âNow weâre lost somewhere in outer space.â    âIâm such a fool for sacrifice.â    âIâve got a lover and Iâm unforgiven.â HAUNTING:    âKeep on haunting me.â    âI was pure as a river.â    âNow I think Iâm possessed.â    âIâve been cold since you left.â    âYouâve got your own mistakes in bed at home.â    âYouâve got a fire inside but your heartâs so cold.â    âIâve tried to wash you away, but you just wonât leave.â GASOLINE:    âAre you insane like me?â    âYou canât wake up - this is not a dream.â    âI think thereâs a flaw in my code.â    âThese voices wonât leave me alone.â    âMy heart is gold and my hands are cold.â CONTROL:    âI sat alone in bed until morning.â    âI tried to hold these secrets inside me.â    âIâm meaner than my demons.â    âGod damn right, you should be scared of me.â    âWho is in control?â YOUNG GOD:    âYou know weâre gonna be legends.â    âI know you wanna go to heaven, but youâre human tonight.â    âDo you feel like a young god?â    âMy tongue is a weapon.â    âIf you wanna go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight.â I WALK THE LINE:    âI keep a close eye on this heart of mine.â    âI find myself alone when each day is through.â    âYou give me cause for love I canât hide.â
âTerry Pratchettâ Sentence Starters
âOnly in our dreams are we free. The rest of the time we need wages.â Â
âThe trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.â Â
âSome humans would do anything to see if it was possible to do it.â
âStories of imagination tend to upset those without one.â Â Â
âStyle. Thatâs what people remember.â
âSometimes itâs better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness.â
âComing back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.â
âThe trouble is, you can shut your eyes but you canât shut your mind.â
âIn ancient times cats were worshiped as gods⌠They have not forgotten this. â
âTime is a drug. Too much of it kills you. â
âThere isnât a way things should be. Thereâs just what happens, and what we do. â
âIn the beginning there was nothing, which exploded. â
âItâs not worth doing something unless someone, somewhere, would much rather you werenât doing it.â
âWhat is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?â
âDonât think of it as dying, just think of it as leaving early to avoid the rush.â
âNo! Please! Iâll tell you whatever you want to know!â
âThe enemy isnât men, or women, itâs bloody stupid people and no one has the right to be stupid.â
âOh, youâd like something simpler?â
âAnd what would humans be without love?â
âEven if itâs not your fault, itâs your responsibility.â
âYou have to start out learning to believe the little lies.â
âTheyâre not the same at all!â
âIt would seem that you have no useful skill or talent whatsoever.â
âIâd rather be a rising ape than a falling angel.â
âJust erotic. Nothing kinky. Itâs the difference between using a feather and using a chicken.â
âComing back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.â
âAll gods are bastards!â
âIf you trust in yourself, and believe in your dreams, and follow your star⌠Youâll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and werenât so lazy.â
âGo on, prove me wrong.â
âThis isnât life in the fast lane, itâs life in the oncoming traffic.â
âDo you know what happens to lads who ask too many questions?â
âDid I do anything last night that suggested I was sane?â
âDo you think itâs possible for an entire nation to be insane?â
âIf you donât turn your life into a story, you just become a part of someone elseâs story.â
âThis I choose to do. If there is a price, this I choose to pay. If it is my death, then I choose to die. Where this takes me, there I choose to go. I choose. This I choose to do.âÂ
âWhen in doubt, choose to live.â Â
âOf course Iâm sane, when trees start talking to me, I donât talk back.â
âGoodness is about what you do. Not who you pray to.â Â
âThe secret is not to dream.. The secret is to wake up.â Â
âTo save the world takes one cold son of a bitch.â

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        âWhy? What good would it do anyone if I stopped? What good would I be then? No one needs me to break down right now.â Gren thought as shook his head, lowering it as he stared blankly into the fire. If he pretended well enough, perhaps heâd convince himself, but he doubted he could convince Zevran as well.
        âIâll be fine, Zev,â He said, forcing himself to raise his head once again, to meet the assassinâs eyes and smile, even as his eyes began to sting. The weight of all his losses, of the cripplingly empty feeling in his chest, was getting to be too much for him, but he refused to bend to it. âEverything is fine.â
It sounded far less convincing than he had wanted it to.
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1. Whatâs their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?
Grenwick Gideon Cousland. The name Grenwick doesnât really mean anything on itâs own, But the name âGrenâ means âBranching Pathâ and âWickâ means âVillageâ. Gideon means âGreat Warriorâ. If you told Gren that, he would probably laugh at you. Either his parents liked the way the names sounded together or they had ridiculously high hopes for his potential.
7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood?
Gren made friends everywhere he went and was kind to just about everyone in Highever. He had friends among the servants, friends among the guardâs children. He even made a friends when his family paid visits to Denerim and Redcliffe. Of course, now theyâve all likely forgotten him, or in the case of his friends in Highever, theyâre all dead.
16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it?
Gren had amassed quite an extensive library back home in Highever, but the books all burned with the rest of his home. He is trying to gather some books again, keeping them in his tent for the most part. Heâs also fond of keys. He likes to run his fingers over the ridges, the texture is quite comforting for him. He has a collection of keys that he keeps in his bag.
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Zevran rests his chin on an fist, lifting a smug eyebrow.
âInviting me to your tent at night and asking me to use your name? My, my, what will your templar friend think?âÂ
He makes a production of stretching his arms up, then leaning back against a tentpole, hands folded behind his head. The smirk was ever-present and insufferable as always.Â
âI should have warned you when you decided to spare my life that this would happen. It is only a matter of time.âÂ
It wasnât exactly a lie, either. Not entirely. Thatâs just what Zevran did, he told a few jokes, warmed a few beds, and was gone when morning came. Have sex often enough and thatâs all people thought you were, and thatâs all people thought they were to you. No one looked under the surface of his skin. No one bothered. And it bothered Zevran not at all.Â
The more people underestimated him, the more they left him alone, the better. Less funerals. Maybe he could get out of this whole Blight thing unscathed, and unfriended. If he could be so lucky. Which only meant Grenâs comment raised a few more eyebrows.
âYou know, I could kill you right now.â He very nearly purred. âNo one would be the wiser until morning, and by then, I would be very hard to find.âÂ
Gren rolled his eyes, though his smile didnât diminish.
       âOh, yes, Maker forbid Alistair believes Iâm interested in men. At least he wouldnât be wrong. But that isnât why I wanted you to stay or why Iâd rather you use my name. Though I doubt youâre interested in the real reasons.â He laughed softly, raising an eyebrow at Zevranâs comment. While the idea certainly didnât repulse him, Grenwick doubted that sleeping with Zevran would end well for him at this time. There was an archdemon to kill, after all, and It was better to see if heâd survive before making a decision like that. He had never bedded anyone before, and while he was not nearly as chaste and shy as a certain former Templar, the middle of a blight wasnât exactly the ideal time to have his first.
Even so, he didnât argue against Zevranâs comment, nor did he confirm it. He merely shrugged his shoulders with a noncommittal hum, his smile turning playful. âShame on you for not giving me fair warning of your inevitable seduction, then.â He replied, without missing a beat.
The following statement caught him a bit off guard, though he covered it well. Zevran spoke of killing him in much the same tone as he had when speaking of bedding him. Not for the first time, Gren considered that he may be in over his head.
Shaking off that feeling, the archer sat up, meeting Zevranâs eyes with the kind of blatantly naive confidence that seemed to be his specialty. Being the eternal optimist he was, and trusting Zevran more than he probably should, Gren shrugged his shoulders once again. âYou certainly could, Iâm well aware of that. But you havenât even tried yet. So either you arenât going to or youâre just an awful procrastinator. If you really want to kill me so badly,â The warden opened his arms, as if offering an embrace. âBy all means, be my guest. Though, as youâve said before, the Crows wonât take you back after failing the first time and I highly doubt letting a blight rage with no one to stop it is in your best interest. Regardless, the choice is yours.â
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What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someoneâs back?
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What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?
What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?
How do they act when theyâre happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions?Â
What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?
What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when theyâre scared?
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The path was familiar, and in the daytime, it was nearly safe. The residentâs of Darktown knew him; he kept their healer safe. And even if that knowledge hadnât been enough, the hound trailing around him was a rather good deterrent for any unwanted attention.
The massive brindle beast trotted a few feet ahead and slowed to wait for his person to catch up, before he bounded in a circle around Hawkeâs legs. He slowed down, lagging behind by a few yards, before he burst into a gallop, overtaking Hawke and taking the lead again. Hawke shook his head in good-natured exasperation.
Sirius only stopped dilly-dallying when he cocked his head in interest at some apparently fascinating smell, and took off at a sprint.
âWhatâSirius!â Hawke bolted after him, but he had no chance of catching up. âYou utter loon, get back here!â
No chance of catching up, or of preventing him from barreling straight into someone. Hawke cringed. Having taken a mabari to the chest before, he knew Sirius could hit like a lumber wagon. âSorry!â Hawke called feebly, jogging to close the distance. âIf you feel like youâre dying, I promise youâre not.â And Sirius looked so pleased with himself, as he drooled all over his new find.
Grenâs day had been much the same as the one before it. Wake up in the dirt of Darktown, pull his hood up over his head, and stumble off towards the docks. While there, heâd make what little money he could by carrying crates and loading cargo onto ships. It paid shit, but it was enough to eat at least once that day and no one asked questions. The former âheroâ couldnât afford to be picky.
After that, he returned to Darktown and sit as far from the other refugees as he could. Seeing them played on his selfless nature. The last time he had been near another group of starving people, he had given them his dayâs earnings. Heâd gone hungry that night and it was agony to work the following day. Heâd forced himself to avoid other people from then on.
Then, there was the matter of Anders. The mage had been one of the first warden recruits he had taken and a dear, trusted friend. But now, he knew he couldnât face him. Couldnât ask him for help. He felt the other warden in his mind the way he was sure Anders could sense him. But they were both avoiding their fellows, Gren out of guilt and Anders out of fear. He couldnât burden his old friend by seeking him out.
So here he was, walking back from the lift to the little corner of the slums where he often slept, when the sound of barking, shouting and running feet reached his ears. He looked up, ready to move out of the way, but it was too late. All the weight of a fully grown Mabari barrelled right into his chest, knocking him off his feet and into the dust with a shocked yelp. The air was knocked right out of his lungs when his back hit the ground and the Mabariâs front paws on his chest were not much help. As if he didnât ache enough already. His luck really was awful, wasnât it?
Turning his head to avoid getting dog drool in his eyes, he almost flinched as a voice reached his ears. It had been a long long time since someone had addressed him directly and he was expecting something much worse than the apology he received.
Slowly, he lifted his eyes to meet the concerned gaze of the man who approached, the dogâs owner most likely.
         âI like Mabari as much as the next man,â Grenâs voice came out raspy from thirst and itâs lack of recent use, not to mention the animal on top of him. âBut could you...remove him, please...?â
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Zevran held a glass of red wine for himself, swirling the dark liquor in the glass before taking a sip.Â
âIn the Crows, some of us called these parties killing floors.â He laughed to soften the blow. âAhh, I suppose you would not think it is funny, but in Antiva, the crown is merely a puppet for the Crows. Any time our puppet is at an event like this, you can guarantee there are at least three assassins watching, waiting for someone to step out of line.âÂ
In Ferelden, it wasnât so vastly different, Zevran mused with another drink. Though they were no assassinâs guild, a few of Fereldenâs nobles liked pulling strings. It gave Zevran some small comfort to know no matter where he went, The Game was played the same.Â
âI am no longer a Crow, of course, but there is plenty of work if you know where to look. See that woman?â
Zevran tilted his chin towards a woman with a vast train of powder blue, and a mask that curled elegantly upwards in a swanâs neck. She was of stern complexion and even stricter body language, only gesturing when she could do so with vigor. In the distance, she pursed her lips to herself.Â
âShe would pay very good money to have that woman,â he gestured to another woman a few feet away, in a deep burgundy dress and an owl mask, âtaken care of. The owl, she is her rival in both status and love. They both lust after that Bann, the one in the deer mask. You learn many things about people from simply watching, yes?âÂ
Grenwickâs smile turned nervous at the term that left his companionâs lips but he did not protest. He knew Zevranâs trade as well as the next man might, so he also knew he shouldnât be surprised by phrases such as âkilling floorâ.
Taking a drink of his own wine, he adjusted the pale mask that hid the upper half of his face. Leliana had helped costume him for the evening, as she was an expert on this sort of thing and he was, admittedly, eager to dress up. It had been a long time since he had worn anything like this. It reminded him of better times, which carried a strange bittersweet taste not unlike the drink in his hand. Leliana had told him before theyâd left that costumes based on birds were all the rage and, judging by the two women Zevran had indicated, she had been correct. His lovely bardic friend had dressed him as a dove, complete with pale feathers on his shoulders and in his braided hair.
âPeaceful and soft,â She had said. âPerfect for you.â
Gren couldnât exactly argue.
âThese parties must be quite lucrative for you, Zevran. You have a talent for reading people.â He said, his smile remaining as his eyes settled back upon his companion. âDo you think youâll inquire about that particular...er...job? Iâm certain she has the money to spare for her...retribution.â He didnât like the idea of killing people while they were here, but, as long as he was kept out of it, he wouldnât try to dissuade an assassin from his trade.