#corpse.ask

Tebrun is familiar with burden and duty. Despite hat Nolan might say of him, despite what others may think, Tebrun was raised to speak. He was raised to speak of power in no uncertain terms. He was raised to trade hands with military leaders, with kings, with people who were beyond his own scope and social leaning. That’s how he was raised and there wasn’t a day that went by that it didn’t weigh on him. 

Tebrun knows what it is like to be asked to do something painful. So, instead of Nolan’s reaction, he simply smiles. 

“I demand fair trade, then.” He says, voice light despite the darkness there. “A heart for a heart, if you’ll have it be so. I see no other way around your proposition for this. We’ve had our time together, I understand this, and I am not foolish enough to ask for more. More this time, at least.” 

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS: HARD MODE // accepting

brother beheaded, guns out, dick also out. listen, nothing will ever beat that first shoot out. nothing in his entire life, no matter what happens in midworld, will ever shake him to the absolute core than being naked, covered in blood, and fighting for his goddamn life while only partially sober. that first time set a precedent for every time after. afterwards, eddie would be better. he would be familiar with the weight of the gun, he would know the smell of it and when to shoot. his terror and fear would be swallowed by the icy coolness that all gunslingers eventually learn. 

[] What a question! 

[] Not God, not the Devil. 

[] Just my General, of course! 

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS: HARD MODE // accepting

What does your character like in other people?

he likes... playfulness. mischief. he likes those little snappy comebacks susannah comes up with all on her own. he likes setting jake up for a good joke and seeing the kid Deliver and Deliver Hard. he likes the little echo inside of roland that sometimes wakes up and makes him do absolutely batshit things. (shooting open a newspaper vending machine delights and terrifies him to no end). 

he likes people who don’t take themselves too seriously. he likes people who read like weathered old maps and every tear and fold can be seen. he likes people who are unapologetic in who they are, who love deeply. 

(he loves people who look at him like he’s someone worthy to love. that’s the main thing.)

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

i have a really good quote by danielewski that i wanna use for this. 

“I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. It’s probably not even real.”

he craves affection and love and often denies himself those things. he craves to be told that he’s good and jokes that he doesn’t matter to him. he wants emotional closeness, bonds, friends, but he’s terrified by it. he doesn’t want people to see him as he is, sometimes. 

not to get too much into dysphoria but to absolutely do that: eddie feels absolutely alien in his own body. it both is and is not his own. he feels strongly about some parts, and distantly about others. like phantom limbs only the limbs are still there, they just can’t be his. because he isn’t supposed to be like this, exist in that way. 

“Oh, fuck man I’m not gonna argue about that.” But he’s got to say something in return, doesn’t he? He thinks for a moment but seems like he’s already decided on what to say. 

“See, there was this guy that sorta drifted into my brother’s friend group at one point. Didn’t really stay all that long because he wasn’t from New York and he wasn’t really the kind of guy to stay with guys like us too long. He was a bit of a loner, which isn’t like you. I don’t think you’re a loner, I think you love people too much to be a loner. 

“But the part that was like you is that he had this way about him that made it look easy. I don’t even know what exactly it was, but he did it. He could sit down in front of you and wax poetical about anything. He could effortlessly switch from topic to topic and seemed to know a little bit of something for everything we threw at him. It was like magic, man, the way his eyes would light up when we hit on something he really cared about. Magic when he opened his mouth and started talkin’ about it.”