(MEAN DALISH STEREOTYPE)

@outofthefadeandintotheempire

Teh’thi flailed as Li shoved him, particularly in her direction- hoping to shoo her off.

“Nooooooo, mine tent’s THREE down from yours- I’dcounted-my-self.” He slurred and threw a tiny tantrum similar to a petulant child refusing to wake up for early morning schooling- but froze at the mention of a nasty ritual performed in -his- and -felix’s- bed.

She had spent most of the day avoiding temptation, trying not to give in to an old addiction.

And now? Now some stupid fuck was messing around in her home, whining about losses–?

Liana wasn’t having it.

“I wouldn’t have taken your daughter  if you weren’t too busy being a mopey piece of shit!”

She shouted, raising her hand and striking him across the face. Consequences be damned– she hadn’t even started this antagonistic streak, but she was certainly in favor of ending it.

“Well I’ll-... I’ll-...” He pointed at the door (the actual door this time) with each repetition of the line. “Well I’ll take… YOUR daughter. Then-we’ll-be-EVEN. HAH-”

Slap!

A slap from Li was nothing new. But for some reason, in his current state, the sting burned his face at an increasingly painful rate. He slowly placed his hand on the red mark- realizing its significance… And then the tears began to well up in his eyes.

“You don’t understand!” Here it came. The typical happy-go-lucky stage of drunkenness had left and was now replaced by systematic depression. Only furthered by the cold slap to the face. The tears were pouring out of the grown man’s face at an alarming rate.

“What it’s--Like---to---be---so--alone!!” He sobbed, slowly curling into a ball.

Thunk.

Something disgusting’s landed in her bed, and it isn’t a half-eaten conquest from one of the dogs.

Scowling, she sits up, glaring at the other elf.

“Teh’thi.” There’s no room for argument in the way she says his name. “Get the fuck out of my bed, before I make you.”

Well… Sorta. In all honesty, it was a pretty short night. Full of partying. It was the “festival” of Felix’s departure, a.k.a Teh’thi’s “biannual excuse to get shitfaced for an entire month” festival. This usually resulted in him wandering aimlessly around the clan grounds until he inevitably passed out in a bed that typically wasn’t his own. This time, it unfortunately happened to be Li’s bed.

“Who-ose bed?” He moaned as he dropped his full weight at Li’s side, fitting himself awkwardly into Tris’ imprint. “You get da -fuck- otutta my bed…” He sleepily raised a crooked finger, pointing to what he suspected was the exit, but ended up being his own ass.

Over my time here, I’ve seen lots of these posts float about in the ether.  As a way to make a more cohesive fandom, I think it’s time to try to approach this and commit again.  I will be making a sideblog with a comprehensive masterlist of all characters in Dragon Age roleplay. Anyone, of course, can participate. When I have made the blog, I will try to update entries as thoroughly as I can. Please be patient and realize sometimes in the time it takes me to do things, new stars have formed.

Reblog to be added.

((HEY EVERYBODY I JUST GRADUMADATED AND GOT A DREAM JOB THAT I DONT START FOR 3 WEEKS

SO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

It was a routine search and destroy mission, they said. It’d be quick and easy, they said. Of course they ended up lost. And for once, there was no way in the fade or back that anyone would be able to pin it on him. This was Teh’thi’s golden opportunity, and he needed to soak it up.

“So, Herald,” The title still felt weird to him, with all its overtly religious connotations. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with religious connotations, but only as long as it’s Elhven religion.

“Don’t call me that.” Seems like she’d been saying that for weeks now, and people were paying about as much attention to that as they ever did to things she said. The rest of her protest was muttered, though not precisely with the intention of keeping it from being heard: “Gods got better things t’do than kick ‘round dust.” 

Cadri caught her thumb between her teeth, tearing at a ripped cuticle as she thought. Glancing around lent no real assistance, sheets of rain limiting visibility hardly half a mile ahead, and she was uncertain if the distant rumble was that of thunder or the crashing of the ocean. “Told ‘em I didn’t have no business headin’ to the sea. Ow. I know a lotta roads, but I dunno these.”