#verraai

i once accidentally pushed a child off the train at a station and the doors shut on it and i had to listen to the screaming mother for like a whole section of the journey until she could get off at the next station if it makes u feel any better lmao

Send "Little thing" and my character will tell you something as a child

  "They hurt me again."

  The boy was barely TWELVE, the smiles he used to give fading with each day— he wasn’t sure why he was telling a stranger, but he supposed it was much better than anyone who could betray him and possibly get him into more trouble. His eyes and nose had a deep shade of red to them, them remnants from crying, remnants from the misery that had been brought to him through verbal attacks and physical ones. He hurt. But he blamed no one but himself for this, him raising one hand to wipe another tear out of the corner of his eyes. He despised crying, master always punishing him for the very act of weeping whenever he felt genuine sorrow. And he couldn’t blame him— his whining must have been really annoying if it were to disturb him. His body trembled, eyes fixated on the floor.

   ”I— I was a naughty boy.. so they hit me. And n-now my nose won’t stop bleeding."

    He wasn’t even going to try to stop it either; SILLY little  L E T O, thinking he can perform in an underwhelming matter without consequences, sweet words of POISON spat at him as he hit the wall, his face still hurting an hour afterwards. He was supposed to walk along and do his errands just as he had promised, but he had to talk about this. It wasn’t FAIR; why wasn’t master proud of him for working so hard? Why couldn’t he be easy on him? Or rather— why was he such a FAILURE? Was he truly such a great disappointment. Thin fingers went through raven locks in a hurried matter, them sticking to his forehead due to mixture of sweat and tears that were laid upon his dark skin. His free hand reached to cover his nose, crimson liquid dripping from his nostril rapidly, him no longer properly worried about it though he it only was because he was used to it. He was used to the blood that streamed from his body after such an event. Eyes gazed up at the stranger, quite horrified at the thought of being a disturbance after taking in their appearance. 

Like

You don't just throw any random animal at castle walls do you???

So the goat thing has to have some sort of cultural significance and she JUST REALLY WANTS TO KNOW

He’s just going to smile.  Scrunch his lips a little to hide such. Dip his head low & lift his eyes, in something of a sheepish manner. "Do you compliment all of the  Inquisition in this way, vinr, or is it just me?I’d keep it quiet, if so. Don’t want to provoke unprofessional jealousy.”

"While I am painfully honest, I've come to understand  enough about basic tact and being slapped to withhold  such statements of preference or attraction until it was  assumable that the other party would be inclined to  return the assessment."

bjorn: i am a god damn. fi erce . avvar i am the beAR KING i will not be disrespected. 100000 years dungeon solas.