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❛Have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state?❜ for Amin, from 200 Random Dialogue prompts. From @nykrose
"No." The fae answered in his usual whisper of a voice. "I do not laugh.... at other's suffering." His brows furrowed slightly.
He looks up from his patch of grass, bare feet buried in the dirt. "What ails you?"
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"I think we ought to bring some potted plants in. Evergreen. Or, maybe some of those exotic, equatorial types that grow year round. It will snow soon."
"I like the snow."
Beleg tapped his fingers against his arm, thinking. He loved the winter flowers, the hellebores and wintersweets. But it would be nice to have something inside the house too.
"That is is a good idea, though. Perhaps a few different kinds, by the windows."
nykrose:
The word Nyk would have picked was 'cynical,' but he was often more honest than polite. He did not think a hole cared who dug it. "As you say." He stepped aside to make room, lest she suffer a swing of his elbows. He might not be particularly tall, but he was long of limb. @nykrose
Hel twisted her hand at the wrist. In her empty palm, a small but sturdy shovel appeared and she claimed her spot on the dirt beside him.
"Have you much time to kill then?" She asked, trying to make idle conversation. "I would've thought you'd be keen to have this done and be on your way.."
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Tesni took in a long, full breath as she stretched out her long neck, her nostrils flaring as she took in the scent of the rich damp dirt and the wild flowers that spread across the hills. Her hoofs pawed at the ground, dragging up even more of it as she whinnied and tossed her dark mane, breaking into a gallop that brought her across the grounds faster than any mortal horse could carry itself.
She didn’t stop until she came across a spring of fresh water, lowering her muzzle to drink deeply as she cooled herself down. There really was nothing like home to make her feel like she was back where she belonged.
"Three hundred and fifty four? I didn't know you could count."
"About the same reaction I had when I learned you could read."
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Aradir's cave was seemingly empty except for the pile of bones he had in one corner and his bone project in the other. He was in the middle of creating some sort of pet with all of the leftovers. If one were to look up, though, on the ledge above was his next meal. It was a peasant who had gotten too close and was now stuck up there until Aradir decided he was hungry. The whimpering was a little annoying, truth be told.
Prickly Situation
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The forest had been quiet for most of the morning, like usual. Just the steady chirp of the birds in the trees, and the soft gurgle of the stream that ran through the garden.
Too calm maybe? For Cairi was feeling anxious as she donned a light coat and stepped out into the muggy afternoon. The clouds from this morning had returned after only a spare few hours of sunshine and there was the scent of rain on the breeze that wafted by.
The feelings of anxiety had begun from the moment she’d woken up yet again at her research desk after a long night of working tirelessly to find what she was looking for. Only to end in more dead ends. She walked along the usual deer paths with a basket in hand. Gathering herbs and mushrooms as she went, and aiming for the patch of thick blackberry brambles between her home and the greater river passed them. She hummed solemnly to herself as her hooves softly scattered leaves from her path. Autumn was rushing headlong towards them and Cairi didn’t know if she could feel excited for it. Since it meant yet another year might close without an answer to her clan’s problem.
Her problem too.
7. how public is your muse about their gender / sexuality / romantic attraction?
In terms of attraction - very. He doesn't hide it; he likes what he likes (mostly, anyone powerful and pretty, though I think he slightly prefers masculine bodies - part of the reason he usually chooses one for himself). Whose gonna say anything to him? He's Sauron.
He is fairly open about his gender - that is, the fact that he likes to switch between forms - but more in the way of he doesn't talk about it, he just lets everyone else figure it out for himself. He doesn't really consider himself to have a gender, just a form. Gender is for mortals. His gender is clearly Dark Lord.
