Apr 20, 2015
mendinghurts replied to your post://MUNDAY ALERT UNDER THE CUT[[MOR]
[ You have lovely eyes!]
//Eeee, thank you so much! ^^
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mendinghurts replied to your post://MUNDAY ALERT UNDER THE CUT[[MOR]
[ You have lovely eyes!]
//Eeee, thank you so much! ^^
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æ - Random fact about the mun?
I used to play bagpipes? Well, I probably still can. They’re in a suitcase right here. I won’t tho.
£ - Random fact about the muse?
I don’t know what else you wanna know about him? I mean, you pretty much know everything, or can know everything, from the internet.
His desk and workspace in general is a fucking mess. Like, do not try to find anything in there, you will not. He knows where everything is. It’s also a pretty good deterrent against spies or sneaky bastards.
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æ Random fact about the mun?
I can play three musical instruments! Clarinet, Saxophone and Piano!
£ - Random fact about the muse?
Krem can sing really well. He keeps the fact hidden since he doesn’t like people to draw attention to it. His voice is higher when he sings and he hates it. He’ll stick to drunk warbling with the Chargers
▒ - Do you need certain things to help you sleep (nightlight, fan, stuffed animal or blanket)?
Kind of? I guess that I have a Peter Pan stuffed doll that I sleep with most nights, except for when I go home at weekends from uni. I don’t take him with me. I do sleep worse those nights though.
Thankyou! <3
mendinghurts
Nessa staggered up from the table, breathing heavily and trying to ignore the mercenary’s shouts. He grabbed her arm, whirling her around to face him. She could already hear the whispers of the fade, the constant offers of happiness overwhelming. She could see the man yelling, but could hear nothing over the spirits. She closed her eyes, giving up and falling back into the fade. Hope stood where she had, Nessa gone into the infinite dark.
Slurred words
“S’wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. It’s- ugh. Always tries to get in my head and- and- there’s stuff in there no one gets to know! Needs to just- just shut it. Shoosh. An’ leave me alone.”
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[ You have really nice eyes and I like the shape of your brows! ] -- ohhh thank you...wow...really ...<3
howprettyareyou replied to your post “Munday ^-^[[MOR]”
((Cutie pie! =D)) nooo.....but thank you <3
"Fuzzy around the edges, loose-limbed and bright inside. Hot too, like the flames of the dragon that spewed fire at you and you feel it even after it is no more. You were never like that before. Or I have not seen. What changed that?"
Iron Bull figured Cole was speaking of his intoxication. “The drink.. probably..” words slightly slurred, he set aside the bottle and immediately regretted downing the whole thing in one go. Perhaps Maraas-Lok was a better option..
Frankly, joining the Inquisition had been the easy part. Shovel Knight had been waiting for all manner of resistance given his reluctance to show his face alone. There was none. All it took was Iron Bull vouching for his peculiar skills in battle and that was that. No questions about his origins. No immediate accusations of being a demon. All the Inquisitor wanted to know was why he wanted to join.
“My duty is to protect the land and all those who live upon it. There is no greater threat to both than The Breach.”
It’s was when he arrived in Skyhold that things got tricky. He’s sure he was a sight to behold; A man no bigger than a pint clad in bright blue armor going head to head with men twice his height. The rumors rushing around about him tried their best to be just as outlandish as him. Still, it didn’t take long for him to fade back into the background. He’d like to have thought that meant those in the fortress were comfortable with him there. Apparently not.
He shouldn’t complain. He won’t complain. He’s alive because of the Inquisition. Still, there’s a tension with his being there. A justified distrust. He won’t talk about where he’s from nor his political views nor his past. He won’t take off his armor. He won’t show his face. The moment he does, things would only get exponentially worse. He’ll deal with his being a Demon-Dwarf-Qunari rogue-mage-warrior who ventures out at night to feast on nugs and steals your left sock or whatever all the rumors are.
This isn’t about him fitting in. This is about his doing everything he can to help. That’s exactly what he does. When he’s not out on the field, he does his very best to do everything and anything anyone in Skyhold needs done. At the moment, he’s taking a much needed break from clearing rubble to eat. He sits with his legs cross on a chair facing a corned of the room, oddly free of dust for all the work he’s been doing. One hand pushes his helmet up enough to expose his mouth, the other brings bread and cheese to it.
Perhaps... tonight I’ll go to the tavern. I can always hear Iron Bull and his chargers carrying on there. Oh no but what if that mustached mage is too? And that Varric fellow. Gods... or that elf girl, Sera. What if they pressure me to drink? What if they think less of me for not? No. None of them will notice my being there. No time for Bull’s novelty recruit he thinks while glumly taking another bite, staring vacantly at the stone a few inches from his face.