#patchworkcowboy

I just did a little ramble about Iago’s fear of dying, so I’m using this as an excuse to talk about some of their other fears (they have MANY!! scaredy cat!!!) instead >:)

The sight of blood makes them feel faint and sick. They’ve stubbornly tried to force themselves out of this, especially while in the Bhaal Temple, but simply can’t get a hang of the celebratory bloodbaths and carnage (they’re not very fun at Bhaalist parties). They’re also incredibly embarrassed by this ( "how childish..." ) and will not express their discomfort until they are already passed out face-first in a pool of blood.

They’re also very claustrophobic. They are a prey animal at heart and panic when they feel trapped. Tiny spaces are a big NO, but thankfully panicking = wild magic surge = something is exploding. So they usually don't have to worry about being contained for long.

"Well, I suppose dream isn't even really the right word. During trance we're supposed to see... our memories and such from our lives, but that doesn't happen for me most of the time. Sometimes... I get snippets of memories, but they're all from the last few years and not the other two hundred before that like I would expect." Ist'aufein sounds rather concerned as they speak.

"I wonder sometimes, if there might be something wrong with me." They then pause. "I... I apologize, this probably doesn't make much sense to you."

The blue was no stranger to scars. She proudly showed off her own on a daily basis, since clothes weren't exactly something she wore. She knew there was no point, really.

But she'd sensed that Jack was a bit more secretive with his own, and it wasn't always polite to ask. Though as the days grew hotter on their trek over the sand, she could tell he'd been suffering under all his layers.

he's  been  following  this  cowpoke  for  a  while  now  .      nothing  caused  by  any  provocation  on  either  of  their  ends  .      only  genuine  curiosity  had  pushed  him  to  follow  after  ,      and  then  ,      as  it  usually  goes  ,      a  hell  of  a  lot  of  acting  like  their  encounter  ,      once  he'd  given  himself  and  his  proximity  away  ,      had  been  up  to  anything  but  random  chance  .      there's  something  off  about  him  ,      something  the  outlaw  would  like  to  pinpoint  ,      given  he'd  been  spotted  not  a  mile  out  from  their  camp  more  than  once  in  the  last  couple  of  weeks  .

he  stands  now  with  one  arm  crossed  over  his  abdomen  ,      fingers  hooked  around  the  bottom  of  his  ribcage  and  nails  digging  lightly  into  his  shirt  and  his  other  elbow  rested  upon  his  forearm  .      gaze  thoughtfully  lit  upon  that  stranger  face  .      he  has  all  the  right  parts  in  the  right  places  ,      only  it  doesn't  feel  quite  right  when  he  looks  at  it  .      like  something's  wrong  .

@patchworkcowboy  .      ❝  is  there  something  strange  about  me?   ❞

❝        yeah  .      there  is  .        ❞        because  arthur  morgan  is  not  one  to  mince  his  words  ,      or  tell  a  lie  when  truths  are  better  heeded  .      there's  no  hint  of  hesitation  in  his  voice  ,      no  uncertainty  .      only  curiosity  and  a  bit  of  caution  to  go  along  with  it  .      no  stranger  who  strikes  an  outlaw's  speculations  is  ever  heeded  without  keen  vigilance  .        ❝        i  know  there's  somethin'  strange  'bout'chu  .      i'm  just  tryin'  to  figure  out  what  that  is  .        ❞        he  shifts  his  weight  to  one  leg  .        ❝        unless  you  wanna  tell  me  now  ,      spare  me  the  reasonin'  ,      'cause  ain't  nothin'  i'm  reasonin'  seems  very  likely  .        ❞

╰ ゜TLOZ : TP STARTERS.  /  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

Blackened fingertips dancing over coarse paper, a fleeting glimpse over the edge of a sketch block, a tongue peaking out between lips.

@patchworkcowboy said: “ i… i thought you’d be taller, for some reason. ”