#quarrclsome

randomizer picked: Honora Bloodthorn

please say character questions

11: What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like? Vic doesn’t believe in jack shit, in Any verse ( cept dnd cause… hi our characters be talking 2 gods on the daily, god of discourse FUCKS, big ups malthos ) and he doesn’t really care to. The Maker? Andraste? The Elvhen gods? whoever the hell else there is? Could be, could not be, he doesn’t know and it doesn’t bother him. Thus, he’ll just bounce around with exclamations, jumping from ‘maker’s breath’ to ‘creators sakes’ without blinking. Even in in the modern world he was created in, he just don’t care. Dont pray, be gay do crime

@lostson Already gaining points over Vic here ;)

 my list of cute ppl from 1-100:

𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄

𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐂’𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒, the look he gave threnn soft  &  caring. did they mean they only knew being hated, or hating others ? perhaps the unfortunate answer was BOTH. he knew closely how it felt to be hated,  &  it was a terribly painful thing ; he dearly hoped they hadn’t experienced it the way he had. 

he couldn’t imagine anyone hating threnn. there was nothing in them to hate.

arms snaked around them, pulling them in close. ❝its okay. me too.❞ he began trailing little kisses along their head as he held them, a hand running through their hair all the while. ❝good thing you’ve got me here to love ya’ now, hm ?❞ he didn’t think much of the words as they came ; they were EASY to say, rather natural. they were right. 

𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝑈𝐶𝐾, 𝑅𝐼𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐷 / kellin sent old memes

'𝐖𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍' 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃. it was a harmless enough idea,  &  they were right ; two members of the inquisition were easy targets out in the open streets of a village, especially when they were meant to be eavesdropping on their enemies. vic ASSUMED threnn meant to remove any traces of the inquisition’s sigil, sit in a crowd, mull over merchants stands like any other person on the street. 

until their knee met his abdomen in one swift motion.

it wasn’t hard nor hostile, but just enough to make him cough,  &  vic, in all his dramatics ; doubled himself over, arms wrapping around himself. ❝th’fuck …❞ he began, looking up at them wildly, ❝is WRONG with you ?❞ a hand rose to cease threnn speaking before they even could——vic knew them, well enough to know what in the world it was they were thinking. 

Cloak pulled around her closer, there was not much of a chill ( not when she had grown up used to the summer snows and the year-round cold ) - it was a motion more so for COMFORT. Longing for some sort of safety. Escaped from her cage, the help of a mercenary for intentions not stated. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what the expectation there would have to be - GOLD.

But it made little sense when the Lannisters were rich, known for paying their debts. Meanwhile her family was waging a war, not as full of resources - there had to be ANOTHER reason. or this was some sort of trick, a test of her character and if she would escape if given the chance.

Throat tightened and she felt nauseous at that thought. Mind racing and eyes flickering around, as if considering a back-up plan, an escape if things should turn south. Because Sansa refused to allow herself to be taken back there, not without a fight. She’d be brave like Robb, fierce like Arya, fight harder and outside her capabilities. DESPERATELY , for this addictive freedom she had a mere taste of.

mememe

          red eyes narrowed at threnn, every last eye on the cloak following suit,  &  monaeria gave them a uncaring shrug, standing with her arms crossed over her chest. what a question for the nightingale, of all people, to ask. what a question to ask monaeria, a life-long mercenary, eye of the nightingale ; unwavering KNIFE in the shadows. what could she say about justice ? it seemed far away, a false concept to justify why people did things.

           ❝ i don’t truly care. ❞ she spoke plainly, voice low  &  steady. ❝ the debate on what counts as justice means nothing to me. i have never truly known it. —go back in time and ask me ALIVE. my answer may have changed. ❞

        her chin raised upwards some, then, regarding threnn with a particular look.