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"Are you going to tell me before I step on these things or what? Honestly, if you're not going to point out traps, what did I even bring you along for?"
Sebastian fumbled for an apology as Hawke pried her leg loose. Her healing skills were minimal, but she was able to stem the bleeding, at least.
He was the one who'd wanted to come to this freaky possessed mansion in the first place, with its debached drunken nobles and crumbling ruins under the celler that led to Maker-knows-what.
She'd just been starting to like him, too. Witnessing the punch he'd thrown in the room filled with gold, his outraged embarassment over "exposing her to such things" when they'd walked in on Lord Harriman The 'Prude' in a compromising postition.
He was easy on the eyes, his brogue a thing of fascination, and deadly with a bow. But if this was the extent of his tinkering skillset, who needed him?
prompts 1.blood in my mouth 2.the end is the beginning is the end 3.and they call me snarky
Blood in my MouthfeatheredravenJune 7 2011, 18:47:08 UTC
He's dying, but that doesn't mean that he cannot be completely repulsed by the idea of drinking darkspawn blood. Not that the Wardens tell him what it is, there isn't enough time. That, and Stroud is rushing them along, something about urgent business that they have to get to.
Still, he knows that it is blood when it hits his lips, metallic as it touches his tongue, and he gags, barely manages to swallow.
He feels nauseous, ill, and his legs can no longer support him.
He had never thought the last thing he would do would be this.
When Carver wakes, later, it it is with a splitting headache, the taste of blood in his mouth, and the taint running through his veins. But he is not dead.
And that is something. --- Prompts: - Divine Comedy - It must have been a joke - We're going to have to cut off your hair
We're going to have to cut off your hairtehprincessjJune 7 2011, 19:58:44 UTC
"What? Why?"
"You can't have long hair like that if you're going to train as an assassin. Too easy to bring a knife 'round your throat."
"Bullshit," he said sullenly. He didn't care what she said, he wasn't going to do it. He'd taken everything she had to teach as gospel so far, but this was the very end of it.
Athenril blew her breath out on a sigh. "Fine. But you need to pull it back or something. It's not going to help anything for it to be constantly hanging in your eyes."
(Obscure Nate may be a bit too obscure, IDK.)
prompts 1.who taught you to do THAT? 2.apples and oranges 3.I dreamed a dream of time gone by
Re: We're going to have to cut off your hairtehprincessjJune 7 2011, 22:37:03 UTC
I have this terrible habit of just assuming everyone who reads my fic can also read my mind *facepalm*. I thought about this one while I took a break for lunch and decided I'd better come back and specify. XD
Happy to hear that you liked!♥ (once you understood, OMG)
Sebastian fumbled for an apology as Hawke pried her leg loose. Her healing skills were minimal, but she was able to stem the bleeding, at least.
He was the one who'd wanted to come to this freaky possessed mansion in the first place, with its debached drunken nobles and crumbling ruins under the celler that led to Maker-knows-what.
She'd just been starting to like him, too. Witnessing the punch he'd thrown in the room filled with gold, his outraged embarassment over "exposing her to such things" when they'd walked in on Lord Harriman The 'Prude' in a compromising postition.
He was easy on the eyes, his brogue a thing of fascination, and deadly with a bow. But if this was the extent of his tinkering skillset, who needed him?
prompts
1.blood in my mouth
2.the end is the beginning is the end
3.and they call me snarky
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"There's a trap there." THANKS, I JUST FOUND IT YOU USELESS ROGUE. :D
(But, srsly, who needed him? HAH. :)
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Still, he knows that it is blood when it hits his lips, metallic as it touches his tongue, and he gags, barely manages to swallow.
He feels nauseous, ill, and his legs can no longer support him.
He had never thought the last thing he would do would be this.
When Carver wakes, later, it it is with a splitting headache, the taste of blood in his mouth, and the taint running through his veins. But he is not dead.
And that is something.
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Prompts:
- Divine Comedy
- It must have been a joke
- We're going to have to cut off your hair
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"You can't have long hair like that if you're going to train as an assassin. Too easy to bring a knife 'round your throat."
"Bullshit," he said sullenly. He didn't care what she said, he wasn't going to do it. He'd taken everything she had to teach as gospel so far, but this was the very end of it.
Athenril blew her breath out on a sigh. "Fine. But you need to pull it back or something. It's not going to help anything for it to be constantly hanging in your eyes."
(Obscure Nate may be a bit too obscure, IDK.)
prompts
1.who taught you to do THAT?
2.apples and oranges
3.I dreamed a dream of time gone by
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Happy to hear that you liked!♥ (once you understood, OMG)
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(I am loving all the Carver fills today. YAY. :)
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Goodness you need more time in your life since you do BOTH.
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To follow-up on what tehprincessj said, I don't know HOW you do both.
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Maybe I'll do some drabbles for Carver, rather than a long one. Even though I kind of want to write a longer one...
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Love this.
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