#halfdeadborn

     Her father did say she preferred the company of books than other people. More than 100 years later, that still rung true for Liliana. Especially when she came across a new... maybe not obsession, but passion or curiosity. The concept of necromancy had always held a certain fascination for Liliana. Now that she was no longer under the Brotherhood’s thumb, she saw this a perfect opportunity to expand her knowledge on the subject.

     Liliana’s pursuit of knowledge led her to some long-forgotten keep where, rumor had it, there was a library that had a few lost tomes on the subject. A small part of her hoped no bandits or brigands had claimed the ruins for themselves. She could handle herself in a fight, to be sure, it’s just Liliana was more of a lover than a fighter. 

     Leaving her horse a small ways away, Liliana walked towards the main door of the keep, gently knocking on the door jamb. “Anyone home?”

@halfdeadborn​ asked: “ well this is horrifying ”

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Her eyes rolled, wiping the blood off of her gloves onto her dark pants as she knelt down beside the gruesome scene. “Didn’t think you would be the one to get squeamish around a dead body.” But this wasn’t just a dead body. The body could hardly be described as intact, torn apart and then arranged in some sort of dark ritual that tipped over the edge of even her own limits. “Horrifying or no, I don’t like the idea of just moving on when this was clearly left for one of us to find.”

@halfdeadborn​ asked:  “ i did meet some of the most insufferable people but they also met me ”

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Her eyebrows rose, a smirk toying at the edge of her smile. “Well, can’t have them going around being insufferable without some sort of consequence.” There was a satisfaction in leaving an impression, especially getting through to someone who seemingly had no idea just how grating they were on everyone’s nerves. “If only everyone could walk around with the same levels of awareness. Most, unfortunately, won’t ever realize how truly insufferable they are, making it worse.”

Injury/Hurt Prompts || ACCEPTING

Jaskier lifts a hand to his nose, still throbbing from when the man in the tavern punched him. He feels something hot and wet, and looks down at his fingers to find he is, in fact, dripping with blood. ‘ Oh. ’ he says thickly, and sits as he’s told. ‘ I s’pose I got a bit carried away. ’

Bioshock Infinite starters || ACCEPTING

‘ You think so? I don’t… Or rather, I don’t like to. Try not to. I’d much rather think that things will always get better. It’s good to remain optimistic, don’t you think? ’ Jaskier pauses a moment. ‘ Then again, this is a rather shite situation, so… ’

she chuckles coldly, what was he expecting ??? a fine silken bed with duck feather pillows ?? .. in Renfris world the Forrest ground was her bed and whatever she could find to hunt and afford to buy was her food. “ if you sit down we can have a normal conversation yet you won't stop pacing, you either eat the rabbit or go without ----” she shrugged her hands in front of her entwined held somewhat near the fire for warmth.