#carson bishop

I done did a dice roll for each question so:

22: Carson Bishop.

He’d make a shopping list. He’s the ‘outlaw’ type but what a lot of people don’t know is that he loves to cook and is quite good at it. If he had spare time, a piece of paper and something to write with he’d more than likely write out a shopping list of what to buy so he can get creative.

23: Berthold Wachenfeld.

I rolled the dice and~Carson Bishop“Yeah. My father, if you can call him that. He was abusive to put it mildly and every day it seemed like he was out to hurt me or my brother, Mostly me though and he succeeded on the majority of occasions.

 Regarding her knees, Vaidi flexed one shoulder and sank a little lower into the hot water. She gave the air an appreciative sniff--Carson’s love of showing off his culinary skills was certainly one reason she enjoyed his company--before reaching for the glass of wine balanced on the edge of the tub. 

 Her lips curled up. 

 Radaj Kendrix had obviously not expected her to catch onto the fact that he was a bit more desperate for a student than she was for a teacher. Really, Vaidi had never considered training in mesmerism. She used what she had, did what she could and worked around the gaps in her abilities. The idea of being able to create whole fanciful illusions, being able to make people do exactly what she wanted... Now that...

 That was reason enough for her to make a few small concessions to stay under the guidance of a man who, for some reason, didn’t seem to be able to do anything he told her to do himself. It was intriguing, almost enough to let her ignore how infuriating that ‘pet’ of his was--calling Vaidi fat... the scrawny, flat-chested shrew--and the thought of being able to convince Carson to bring his brother into their lives... 

    Vaidi laughed to herself, and heard Carson all but freeze in the hall outside. Strange how the man was at once an outlaw and almost terrified of her, yet sought her company out and had made no attempt to get away from her. Tongue slid over her lower lips as Vaidi’s blue eyes slid towards the door. Wine glass tilted, she drained it and felt her blood beginning to race as she straightened in the bath. 

  That white-haired, irritating man might not find her appealing, but she knew who did...