❛ a tale told by an idiot ❜

meme. @theyhaunt

"Would you have told me??" Her face is red-hot with anger, pale cheeks lit up by splotchy pink so furious is she. She goes to run her hand through her hair but the motion is interrupted by her tight braid. Frustrated, she rips the band off and cards her fingers through the greasy mess.

Eli going to Yvica alone she could deal with. It wouldn't be her favorite idea, but she wouldn't put up a fight like this. The bog, however... and on a moonless night? What the fuck does Vance think he's on?

She remembers being six-and-a-half years old, trudging behind Robin one cold morning. Eli was in a sling over their parent's back. The ground was slippery with mud underneath her leather-wrapped feet. She remembers asking Robin if she could go further into the bog, because she always asked that, every day, and of course Robin always said no. Stay within view, and come back to me when it gets dark. This day, Sabina decided to protest. She threatened to run away into the bog.

Robin stopped and crouched in front of her and said, very seriously, "Do it if you must, but not tonight. Tonight, there is no moon, and the faeries will be hunting, and if they find you they will eat you like a rabbit."

Those words echo in her head now as she looks at her brother, her heart pounding with indignation and her mind supplying her with a steady stream of ideas for how to communicate her dissatisfaction to Vance. Fucking murderous asshole. If Eli's life is in jeopardy, maybe she should just kill Vance and take the consequences. Then again, someone might take revenge and go for Eli and then it would be really inconvenient to be rotting in a Kashyrian prison cell.

meme. @oerginals

"Oh, gosh, how do I even..." Dove shakes her head and laughs. Half a dozen ribbons dance around her face as she does, tied as they are to her ram's horns for the festive season. Her long, white hair is done up in braids and pinned back.

"It's gonna sound insane, y'know, but alright, I'll give it a shot. So, basically, there were these two people, right? And one was hellbent on killin' the other, like one was this nineteen-year-old ginger girl and she was the one who wanted to do the killin', 'cause supposedly this man had killed her father, except the man said he didn't do it and I believed him, so we found out they were actually ancient dragons in the skin of humans, right? And the humans were, well, we dunno if they were possessed or somethin', but they didn't even know they were dragons. But so then the ginger, Jane, she killed the guy and then they both became dragons and we had to kill the dragons but luckily that didn't kill Miss Jane 'cause she's really sweet, actually, a very nice girl, she was just not totally human, which really wasn't her fault at all. But anyways we couldn't save poor Mister John, though, 'cause she'd already chopped his head off, and that does make me sad still but we did give him a burial and we saved the valley from explodin', so I think we did alright anyways."