David Gaider wrote...
littlenikki wrote...
I would sell my tears for a month for a Fenris LI confirmation
*breaks out the onions and sad faced puppy commercials*
Hmm.
So a "yes" would mean tears... and a "no" would mean even more tears.
Excellent. I'd call that a win/win.
Modifié par trickybunny, 13 janvier 2011 - 04:25 .
David Gaider wrote...
littlenikki wrote...
I would sell my tears for a month for a Fenris LI confirmation
*breaks out the onions and sad faced puppy commercials*
Hmm.
So a "yes" would mean tears... and a "no" would mean even more tears.
Excellent. I'd call that a win/win.
"TABLE SLAM!"
Modifié par littlenikki, 13 janvier 2011 - 04:29 .
Margaret_TheElf wrote...
"And now it's time for Lazy TImes with Margaret; the part of the show where Margaret shares a lazy picture."
sniped expression awesome
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Coincedentially enough, I was listening to a song called Expression by Helen Jane Long, the entire time.
littlenikki wrote...
David Gaider wrote...
littlenikki wrote...
I would sell my tears for a month for a Fenris LI confirmation
*breaks out the onions and sad faced puppy commercials*
Hmm.
So a "yes" would mean tears... and a "no" would mean even more tears.
Excellent. I'd call that a win/win.
That...that I dont like so much
Definitely not giggle worthy...
Astoria wrote...
@ Tank & Squadette - Thank you for clarifying for me.
So, I went ahead and wrote a little prompt. I apologize if it is late, my head-to-paper rate of speed is akin to a dial up.
Unlikely Places
It was much too late in the evening for surprises.
Physically and mentally exhausted, the party had somehow managed to trudge through the gates of Kirkwall, up the winding cobblestone streets of Hightown to the steps of the Amell ancestral homestead. Its facade was grandiose and daunting, befitting of its noble inhabitants. The interior didn’t deviate much from its counterpart. The marble floors, vaulted ceilings and four-tiered chandelier echoed self-importance throughout the cavernous entry hall.Though careful to keep his face neutral, Fenris was certain some of his uneasiness leaked through. He had a vague memory of walking the corridors of estates much like this one. It left him with a feeling of foreboding. His recall may have been dubious, but Fenris knew nothing advantageous to his person had ever occurred in places such as these.
They all followed The August Lady Hawke, as Varric had taken to calling her, up a particularly imposing staircase
to a series of hallways. There they began to dissipate; two down that passage, three down the other and the lady striding into one of her own. Not a word was spoken between them. They all knew their place within these walls without the crutch of instruction. Fenris stood uncertain, debating as to whether he should call out to one of them or just go sleep in the garden.
“Fenris.” Hawke sounded out, not bothering to slow her pace or even glance at him. The elf hesitated for a moment before falling into step behind her. The foggy recollection struck him hard in that instant: of coming to heel when he was summoned to. He didn’t know to whom or why, just that he had.
“You remind me of someone.” He proclaimed before the thought had even properly formed in his head. The lady didn’t miss a beat.
“Is that good or bad?” She asked disinterested as they continued on their way.
“I am not sure yet.” Fenris replied dryly.
“Do let me know when you figure it out.” Hawke shot back just as dry whilst opening an ornate wooden door. “You may stay here for the time being, if you wish. It is not much, but the bed is comfortable, or so I have heard.”
“Pardon?” The elf crooked a quizzical eye towards her. “The what?”
“The bed. It is comfortable.” She repeated slowly. Fenris turned to regard the armoire thoughtfully.
“Does one sleep in it or on it?” She gaped at him.
“You…” The lady started, but found herself without words for a few long moments. “You have never seen a bed before?” Her brow was furrowed and lips parted slightly at what she herself found as an unfathomable notion. The look on Hawke’s face was a far cry from her usually composed, albeit snarky, expression. Fenris found he could not help himself; his lips quirked upwards at the sight of their own volition. The gesture was minute, but her eyes did not fail to spot it. “Oh, you are having me on. It is far too late in the day for that, my forgetful friend.”
The lady turned to leave and was almost out the door before his voice stopped her. He had murmured something even her ears could not catch. With one hand still on the finely carved wood she leveled a no nonsense look at the elf.
“Come again?” She inquired politely enough.
“Thank you.” Fenris repeated, nearly as quietly as before. “This is… This is more than I have ever had.” He stole a glance of her out of the corner of his eye. Something dangerously close to pity flashed across the plains of her face before she effectively shut herself down again.
“You are welcome. I do hope you sleep well, m’lord.” Hawke bowed slightly at the waist and gave an exaggerated whirl of the hand in his direction.
“As do you, m’lady.” And with that she was gone. He turned to what he deduced was the actual bed and eyed it with suspicion. It was far too late for surprises. He wanted something familiar. Fenris blew out the candle on the nightstand stretched himself out on the floor.
Then we have no choice but to cut off your tear supply until we get the confirmation; permanetly if we get a negative answer. If we get a positive answer, the 75% part of Earth that is water will look like a mere puddle compared to what we'll give you.David Gaider wrote...
littlenikki wrote...
I would sell my tears for a month for a Fenris LI confirmation
*breaks out the onions and sad faced puppy commercials*
Hmm.
So a "yes" would mean tears... and a "no" would mean even more tears.
Excellent. I'd call that a win/win.
Modifié par Margaret_TheElf, 13 janvier 2011 - 04:35 .
David Gaider wrote...
littlenikki wrote...
I would sell my tears for a month for a Fenris LI confirmation
*breaks out the onions and sad faced puppy commercials*
Hmm.
So a "yes" would mean tears... and a "no" would mean even more tears.
Excellent. I'd call that a win/win.
Then i'll play as MHawk. Fangirls will find a way.stephen1493 wrote...
watch as the fan girls riot when they find out Fenris is only a LI for men.
David Gaider wrote...
littlenikki wrote...
I would sell my tears for a month for a Fenris LI confirmation
*breaks out the onions and sad faced puppy commercials*
Hmm.
So a "yes" would mean tears... and a "no" would mean even more tears.
Excellent. I'd call that a win/win.
Modifié par kwintessa, 13 janvier 2011 - 04:42 .
David Gaider wrote...
Isabela: So... Hawke tells me those markings make you very strong.
(...)
Isabela: And give you great endurance.
Modifié par Merllle, 13 janvier 2011 - 04:43 .
trickybunny wrote...
That's a lot of jars, how is she still alive? lol
Margaret_TheElf wrote...
Then we have no choice but to cut off your tear supply until we get the confirmation; permanetly if we get a negative answer. If we get a positive answer, the 75% part of Earth that is water will look like a mere puddle compared to what we'll give you.David Gaider wrote...
littlenikki wrote...
I would sell my tears for a month for a Fenris LI confirmation
*breaks out the onions and sad faced puppy commercials*
Hmm.
So a "yes" would mean tears... and a "no" would mean even more tears.
Excellent. I'd call that a win/win.
Really? When I start, I usually cry large sized kiddie pools.littlenikki wrote...
trickybunny wrote...
That's a lot of jars, how is she still alive? lol
Pfft...real women cry buckets! That's dedication right there
Modifié par Madame Rose Crimsynn, 13 janvier 2011 - 04:49 .
Margaret_TheElf wrote...
Really? When I start, I usually cry large sized kiddie pools.littlenikki wrote...
trickybunny wrote...
That's a lot of jars, how is she still alive? lol
Pfft...real women cry buckets! That's dedication right there
Modifié par kwintessa, 13 janvier 2011 - 04:49 .
Margaret_TheElf wrote...
Really? When I start, I usually cry large sized kiddie pools.littlenikki wrote...
trickybunny wrote...
That's a lot of jars, how is she still alive? lol
Pfft...real women cry buckets! That's dedication right there
'd by Kwintessa *shakes fists angrily at above post*
Modifié par littlenikki, 13 janvier 2011 - 04:51 .
kwintessa wrote...
Margaret_TheElf wrote...
Really? When I start, I usually cry large sized kiddie pools.littlenikki wrote...
trickybunny wrote...
That's a lot of jars, how is she still alive? lol
Pfft...real women cry buckets! That's dedication right there
Well my tears are what filled the Dead Sea.
TAKE THAT.
@Crimsynn I've just made some delish brownies that could be useful! Unfortunately they're all gone.
Modifié par Madame Rose Crimsynn, 13 janvier 2011 - 04:53 .
Madame Rose Crimsynn wrote...
kwintessa wrote...
Margaret_TheElf wrote...
Really? When I start, I usually cry large sized kiddie pools.littlenikki wrote...
trickybunny wrote...
That's a lot of jars, how is she still alive? lol
Pfft...real women cry buckets! That's dedication right there
Well my tears are what filled the Dead Sea.
TAKE THAT.
@Crimsynn I've just made some delish brownies that could be useful! Unfortunately they're all gone.
Psshaw, I filled the Pacific Ocean.
And don't worry, I have brownies. They are yummy!
=Edit=
Hmmm... I wonder if Gaider is kicked back with his feet up on his desk/table/a surface of some sort reading our Fangirl pleas and laughing.
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