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loss of love, of life, of everything

"I waited for you. I went to our tree for years, day after day, through rain, through storms, to wait for you. You told me you would return and you never did." "You. Stopped. Waiting." "Unlike you, my dearly detested, I do not have time on my side. I could not wait any longer. Life went on, and I went with it." "You truly thought I'd given up on you?" "Having my heart crushed by an empty horizon for the final time saw to that." "Then tell me, what difference would it make if I were to tell you that I have spent every breath since our parting fighting to make my way back to you? That I too have braved obstacles, I have suffered storms of my own, but I kept going. I did not give up on you. Am I making myself clear?" "Your intent upon making me feel guilt? Quite." "No. No, heavens behold, no. How else can I say it? How else can I tell you that as my heart stands here before you it beats for no other? It cannot beat for anyone else." "I hear you. I see that. And after all of this time... It is not enough. Not anymore. This heart you speak of may beat for my affections but I can assure you there are none such feelings to be had. Time has taken much from us, you see. And it has taken plenty from me." "You cannot mean that." "I do." "No." "Feel my heart, the skin is cool, is it not? Are my ribs not still? Do you see it now? I have no heart. I have nothing but a memory. Just as you were, as you are, as you shall be. Now leave, I have matters of my own to return to." "Where is your heart?" "I did not lose it, if that is your supposition." "Then... What?" "I traded it for that which you stole from me." "...Do not utter that word. Not now. Not now it has no meaning for you." "...Love, my dearly detested, what else could demand such a price?"

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the reckless nature of distraction

He had never been one to settle for long, easing Edeva into as comfortable a position as possible against the cliff-face to their left without disturbing her slumber, Fenley sought out their escape. He had already known the only way was up, but seeing the task before him, he couldn’t help but groan beneath his breath. It was going to be hard work, but he had faced worse, he had even scaled harsher structures. Fenley could only manage to be half-heartedly cynical. I must be tired. To tempt away the looming call of slumber Fenley pressed his palms against the cliff, letting the icy, rough surface startle his nerves to full-attention. Now, it seemed, he had peace, he had time to think, and with that time came dangerous thoughts. Arden found a way into her head. That slip of control almost cost her her life. His throat burned with curses. I almost did the same. I almost let myself go.  That was a risk he could never afford to take. He had far too much resting on the plans that resided within his head. His need outweighed anything else - this heist had to happen. There were no contingencies. He needed this. His need did not permit him to be weak, to cave in to moments of emotion, fleeting impulses of reckless abandon, those were a luxury he was seldom afforded, he had to force himself to abstain, to do better, to be better. Fenley could not lose his focus. He had to ignore distraction. His eyes wandered to Edeva. She tells me that she is no distraction, perhaps I’d better start listening.

~ Ruin's Reprisal, Chapter Nineteen

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Happy STS! Are there any of your WIPs that you can imagine a soundtrack for if it gets adapted? For instance, a song that you associate with a certain scene, or something you’d want to be its theme song or credits song!

(insert me queuing up songs in preparation for writing my response to this lovely question, alright airpods in? songs all good to go? here i go then)

this is such a brilliant question, thank you so much for asking!

now to break this answer up into lovely little pieces!

are there any of my wips I can imagine a soundtrack for if it gets adapted? - to be completely humble, or not I suppose, I imagine all of them, since music is such a key part of my writing process I couldn't imagine any of my stories existing without it,

a song I associate with a certain scene? - one of the biggest has to be 'lovely' by tommee profitt and fleurie, i had it looped while writing a ballroom scene between Edeva and Fenley in Ruin's Reprisal, and I feel it speaks to them both as characters and their relationship - everything that has come to pass, and everything yet to be, it's also beautifully haunting and I'd like to think that vibe so to speak applies to quite a few moments in my novel,

something I'd want to be a theme song/credit song - this one's incredibly tough, because whilst I've been working on this novel my music taste has altered, I find songs I fall in love with, outgrow some, or rediscover pieces that fit perfectly with certain little moments, but to choose one for the credits... I've searched through my playlist but for some inexplicable reason I'm drawn to a song that I discovered in the very early days of beginning the writing process for Ruin's Reprisal - far from home by sam tinnesz

this was such a fun question to answer, really made me think, and appreciate the power of music in stories even more (if such a thing is possible), so thank you!

~ A Girl and Her Quill

p.s. ~ and incase any of the lovely folk here on tumblr, here's a list of what I listened to while writing this post - Lovely by Fleurie, Far From Home by Sam Tinnesz (had to remind myself of how good they both are), and at least twice through because I spent so long searching for potential songs to choose, I Was Made For Lovin' You (Yungblud Version) because fall guy was chefs kiss

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repercussions, for love and despite

“I loved you once, isn’t that enough?” “You owe me more. More than a fleeting emotion. You should devote yourself to me. Worship me. And even then… That may only just cut it.” “Do you hear yourself?” “I hear a man pleading with a woman, driven by desperation, drowning in madness - because that is what you do to me. You make me this way and then you think you can leave without any repercussions, well you can’t. I won’t allow it. Not again.” “If I stay, I will never love you again.” “Oh, we shall see. We have many games still to play, and who knows? I might just win. Until then, love, rest. You and I both know that you are going to need it.”

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to die and survive

I died. And then I didn’t. Edeva wasn’t so sure of anything anymore. She was cold. She was boiling. She was in danger. She was safe. No, no, I’m warm. Unquestionably warm now. Why? Edeva realised with a start that her fingers were digging into the folds of a dark coat splayed out beneath her. Fenley. Her memory drowned in a sickly haze, but she remembered pieces, each one so surprising she hardly trusted her own sanity. I fell asleep leaning against him, but he- He held me? Did he even realise he was doing it? Most likely, no. Her fingers stroked the soft material of the coat as she tried to gather her thoughts.  I survived… I shouldn’t have. And now I’m alive, aching, confused and - She was alone. It was her and the boulder that had offered them safety from the Strait. The roaring of the water had become a dim sound, but it still alarmed her to hear it. Edeva crawled to the edge of the boulder, dragging her leg along with her. Her eyes scanned the blue water. “Fenley?” The water did not respond. Neither did he. Edeva pushed herself to her feet, clutching her thigh as she leant over the edge, searching for him. “Fenley, please don’t be in there…” “Why, would you come to rescue me?” His voice was so close she could feel his breath hit her temple. She spun with a start and her injured leg gave way, slipping on the boulder’s surface. Her body slid back and collided with something solid. Not the boulder. Not the water. An arm. Fenley had caught her and lifted her away from the edge, leaving only the tips of her toes touching the surface of the boulder’s chilling stone whilst his hands were firmly planted on her hip and her back, steadying her, steadying him.  Would she rescue him, if their roles were reversed?  She reached up to smooth a crease in his collar. “You know the answer. But to wipe the smirk from your face… I may yet change my mind.”

~ Ruin's Reprisal, Chapter Nineteen

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the horrors of life

Fenley’s eyes hovered between her pale lips and her shirt. Her breathing was shallow, hardly enough to sustain her. He tried to rouse her. “Edeva.” Nothing. “Edeva. You need to cough the water out.” She was dead to his words and soon she would be dead to the world. His jaw ached as he looked her over. Her heart’s failing her. Her heartbeat isn’t strong enough to keep her from drowning on the water in her lungs. Fenley interlocked his fingers. I’m going to have to beat her heart for her. He growled under his breath and pressed the palm of his hand to her sternum. Fenley turned his gaze to the stars. I do not believe, but she does. So someone up there better be listening to me - Help me to help her.  Fenley pushed down firmly. Her body jolted, but she did not wake. He settled into a rhythm, restraining his desperation into sharp, succinct movements with his hands that forced her heart to act to his will. Still she did not wake.  “Edeva.” He hissed, “It’s time you stopped this. I do not need these wrinkles in my clothes.”  He gave another push down upon her chest and her eyes flew open. He helped her sit up in an instant and water shot out of her mouth as her breaths became coughs and splutters, splattering the stone around them. Once she was done, once he ceased to feel the faint rumbles of a wheeze travel through her back, he decided to speak. “Alive?” Edeva turned her head to look at him. “Hardly. You might’ve broken a rib.” Her voice was hoarse. Fenley rolled his eyes, “Still far less effort than digging you a grave.” I have no need for a grave. She’s breathing, not drowning. She’s fine. I know that she’s fine. The thoughts calmed the pit that had managed to form in his stomach, it settled his shadows and left him struck by a sense of ease. Edeva groaned quietly. “I think I’m going to kill you.”  Fenley could see how tired she was, he considered moving her but in the end his legs did not obey his mind and he ended up sitting behind her, giving her something to lean on. He felt her reluctance as she strained to keep her back straight. Her stubbornness made him sigh. “Kill away, I’m staying right here.”  “You promise?” Her shoulders drooped. Fenley hummed in response and she settled against him, sighing in exhaustion. His fingers braced against the stone beneath them, fingertips scraping at the surface for a distraction from the contact. He did not like people. He did not want proximity with anyone, and there he was, acting as a support for someone’s aching body. I’m her safety, he realised, and pushed his knuckles against the stone until they cracked. I have become my worst nightmare. And what’s worse… I can’t even say it sickens me. He did want to recoil, he wanted to shove her away, but he couldn’t move his hands. He couldn’t hasten his breathing to irritate her. To his horror, he came to accept it.  Just as Edeva had settled, so did he.

~ Ruin's Reprisal, Chapter Nineteen

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broken and worthy

"I tear myself apart because I cannot be with you. And what do you do? You step back. You laugh at the broken pieces, you smile at the cracks of my body and clap. To you, it is a game. To you, I do not matter. I am nothing but feed for your starving entertainment. You ask for a confession, well this is it. You have had me. You destroyed me. Now I see it clearly, you never wanted me to begin with." "That... Isn't the truth." "Then what is?" "I could only have you as broken as I am, now we are worthy of one another."

the vote from friday rallied for a confession so here it is, i enjoyed this

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# - redacted.

There is no mercy here. No kindness. No weakness. Only expectation and punishment. Disobey and you pay dearly. I see such proof before me. Ezryn has never been in such a state, though I admit, our moment of contact today was brief - unofficial, even. Before he had looked a pained man. Today, there was next to nothing left. Skin and bone. I do not understand how they manage it, to deteriorate him so quickly - Is it drugs? Could that break him more than any beating? I do not believe he saw me. I only saw him in passing. He, in the corridor, myself, in the medical bay. I was requesting materials for a test I wished to conduct with Ezryn, but now I see that may be wishful thinking. They do not wish to kill him, I know that, he knows that, but the alternative feels worse. I know none of this can be submitted with my file which is why I have the matches to hand, the words committed to memory - is this how it is now? I conceal my thoughts from the people who control this country, who control me? It is a necessary endeavour. I know that. There are questions that no government should be aware of, or able to answer. But as I reach the end of the charcoal that stains my fingers, charcoal taken from the kitchens forty floors down, I only have one question left to ask today: How can I save him if there is nothing left to save?

~ Between The Lies

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I don't tend to reblog, but this looks too fun not to, so let's see what the lovely folk of writeblr have to say!

HI! I have a new game idea. If you’re familiar with my writing at all, describe my writing style. Reblog this and see how other people describe your writing style too 🥰

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the woes of water

Weightless. An epiphany floating within the lonely swathes of darkness. She was  lost. A wanderer. A traveller. A balancer, teetering on the line of life and death. She existed and she didn’t, all at the same time. Edeva was nothing. Edeva was free. Is this it? Is this the moment freedom is truly mine? Freedom was exquisite, it was addictive, after a life of losing this was what it meant to win, to have her freedom. The realisation sunk its claws into her mind until it hurt and the pain struck deep. It woke something in her. Her freedom shattered. Her eyes had been ripped wide open, rousing her to an unwelcome reality in which the life was being torn from her body. Her ribs were being crushed by water. Her limbs were rigid, lifeless. Edeva was not free. She was not a wandering dream. This exquisite feeling- This is dying.  Edeva needed to breathe. She had to breathe. She had to fight for her life. Edeva did not want to become a lost soul in these currents, a body never to be recovered. That would be her mark in history. She was ice itself. The current grew harsher and she felt the trickling of sensation spread through her fingers. They twitched. Her limbs began to rebel against the current, straining, fighting, thrashing until the pressure on her chest weakened, but she was weak, she had little fight left. She would drown. Edeva was blind, the water was dark, too dark for her to see. Her heart pounded in her ears. She was in pain. She was terrified. She was… Empty. I’m missing something. I’m about to die but I know I’m missing something. The thought ricocheted in her chest, hurting her heart. Not just something, someone. Fenley.  He had to have been ripped away by the current when they hit the water. Edeva wanted to scream. I can’t lose him too. I’ve lost enough.  Fighting the current was useless. It only dragged her down more. It suffocated her, it crushed her chest, and at long last, she was forced to take a breath. Her lips parted and water rushed into her chest. Her panic disappeared. It was calm. It was nice. Until the darkness crept in. This was her end. The darkness won after all. Then a hand breached the surface, wrapped around her arm and heaved her from the current. Edeva managed to hang on long enough to see the look on a face she found so familiar, so sudden, so shocking, that she didn’t mind it at all. Fenley had found her, she hadn’t lost him. Only herself. The darkness swallowed her whole, but along with it came a whisper, a whisper that caressed her soul in its final moments. “I will not let go. Will never let go. I am here, and you are with me.”

~ Ruin's Reprisal, Chapter Eighteen

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two and then one

Darkness closed in all around her. Not the kind that tricks, the kind that chokes and steals its victims away into a terror-filled haze never to be heard from again. The darkness that crept along the edges of her vision was the comforting kind. It caressed her footsteps.  Even as she walked, trapped in her mind, she was not alone. Fenley’s here. The realisation gave her hope. It gave her the power to fight Arden’s compulsion over her mind, and little by little, her senses started to creep back to her. She heard the branches breaking underfoot, the thud of her feet as her soles traversed the uneven terrain, and she could feel things too, only distantly - as if the blood had drained from her skin and left her numb. Her arm throbbed, her thigh held a deep ache that penetrated into her bones, but the most startling sensation of them all was the traversal from rough, wooden terrain to that of mud, the sharpness of a steep slope that brought the roaring of water along with it. The more she fought the haze, the harsher the blinding light behind her eyes became until she could barely see, but what little she saw was enough. More than enough.  She was approaching the edge of a cliff. For a moment she regained her voice, only enough to utter two words, but they were enough. They had to be. “Fen! Water!”  Her voice died out once more, in a strangled croak that hurt her ears. Her body started to slip and slide with the sudden incline, and as the trees grew sparser she could see the moonlight beaming onto a beautiful sight, one poised for tragedy. The Sartorian Strait, a stretch of water that spread from the west, cut through Aliria and into Court territory. The water was deep and ever-flowing, and at this part of the Strait, it roared. If I go over this cliff, I will drown. The shock of it may be enough to break Arden’s hold on me but the water will kill me. It’s night. The water will freeze my heart long before I have the chance to gather a lungful of breath.  A voice hummed in her ears. It was faint, distant. But it was there.  She tried to make out the words, focusing on the voice because the sound would be her salvation. It’s Fenley, I’m sure of it. But her fear overrode her longing to hear him. Whatever Arden was doing, he was going to get her killed.  “I’ve got you. I’ve got you, I’m here.” The words couldn’t have been clearer this time around. But they were too late. Her feet hit the precipice of the cliff and she toppled over. The silver water below was a cruel sight - this was the demise poets would only dream of, in her time at Court she had known a few and would happily trade with them - but there was nothing she could do. The only other possibility was that her body would dash against the jagged cliffs on its way down. Edeva wasn’t so certain which was worse.  Neither was how she envisioned her demise, but then again, could anyone? Edeva swiftly realised it wasn’t just herself she had to worry about. She heard the impact more than she felt it, but another body collided with hers, she saw the arms wrap around her and crush her back against a torso. Then an auburn blur invaded her vision. It was hair. A curl.  Fenley pressed his head into the crook of her shoulder and held onto her. He threw himself from the cliff to safe me. The thought was a pitiful blanket to cushion the brutality of what was about to happen, what they were both about to experience - death. Two faced the water. Nothing alike in the slightest - their scales of infernal judgement tipped different ways; good and bad, sinner and saint, destroyer and destroyed - but it was that difference that bonded them together. Limb clung to limb, face touched face and hearts beat a single drum. Two faced the water, but it was one soul that graced its depths.

~ Ruin's Reprisal, Chapter Eighteen

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and the vote's in! it's a sunny day the rain has ceased to pour but i'm still just as geared up to write even as the shadows of sunset start to creep through the windows,

confession, you say? well that's something i'm looking forward to writing in the next few hours, so stay tuned!

and most importantly, thanks for voting! i'm so shocked by the number of you that did and i am so grateful for each and every one of you!

~ A Girl and Her Quill

to write or what to write, that is the question

its taken me about four months to finally find something to put into a vote, and seeing as it's a friday night, the rain is pouring - something poetic there, i think, I thought I'd hand control of my quill over to you lovely people and let you decide what I write tonight,

above are just some potential ideas but it's up to the hands of fate so to speak, so give me tropes, give me a starting word, a sentence/phrase, absolutely anything - for tonight at least my quill is at your mercy.

open tag disguised as a desperate plea - but I'm also going to politely nudge some of my favourite people: @the-ellia-west @willtheweaver @tildeathiwillwrite @drchenquill @tiredpapergirl @corinneglass

resting my quill for the time being, and I cannot wait to see your responses!

~ A Girl and Her Quill

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my quill, your mercy p1

@tildeathiwillwrite has been kind enough to send some inspo (cough what I deem to be orders haha cough) my way, so here goes!

Confession

"I'm sorry"

"I did what I had to"

"Please listen"

prepare thyself gentle reader (bridgerton is around the corner and im so here for it, the reference was necessary) for this post will be a long one!

confession.

"You love me? No. No, I'm afraid you're mistaken. You hate me. You despise me. You. Loathe. Me. That is how this works, that is how it has always been - so tell me, why threaten it now?" Her nails scarred the paper resting beneath her palms, pressing deep into the sturdy desk as she leant on it for support. His words had sent tremors down her spine, his whisper had weakened her knees and she did not trust herself to hear the answer to her question. He leant on the other side of the desk, his fingers a hairsbreadth from hers. "I have never loathed you, I couldn't. I tried. Believe me, I tried, but that is as impossible as me never loving you." He reached out to her hand, stilled, and let his hand fall back against the desk with a thud. "And you ask me why I would threaten it - this agony, this unbearable, unspeakable silence that exists between us, and I'll tell you why; I cannot take it anymore. I can hardly breathe when I am near you, and even when I leave, when I go to the deepest depths of this blasted country, it is not enough. The afterlife would not be enough. I have tried to run and now I am trying to stay. So please, hear me, respect me, but above all - love me. That is why I threaten this," He gestured between them, "Because I need to know how you feel." Her fingers turned white, gripping the edge of the desk for dear life. How did she feel? It would be easier to describe how she didn't feel, but even then, her tongue had turned to lead. She could not speak. She could not move. Only fall, over the desk, and into him, resting her arms against his chest as their lips met, and that it seemed, was the only answer acceptable to give.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry." The words were a knife to the gut. They twisted, they ripped her insides to shreds. "I'm sorry." How could he be sorry? How could he think two words would ever suffice for the agony he had put her through? He had killed, for her, he had killed, because of her. Now, he was going to kill her, because her love wasn't enough. Her lies did not stay his hand, they only sharpened his knife. The very knife pressing into her skin, draining the life from her veins. "I'm sorry." He said, as he pressed his lips to her neck, and withdrew his knife. She looked at him, breathless, and murmured into the pool of her blood. "As am I."

"I did what I had to"

"You left me!" She screamed, beating him with her fists. "You left me!" He let her carry out one more hit, then two, then trapped her arms together. "I came back. You know that. You see me here, you feel me now, I came back. I am here." She tried to kick him, he shifted his weight and sat on her legs, holding her down, the tears staining her face were a gut-wrenching sight. He hated them. He hated himself for being the cause of her grief. "I am here now." She screamed at him, her voice hoarse, "You weren't here then, you weren't there when their teeth tore into me, when they ripped strips of my flesh away and stitched me together, they scarred me and you weren't here. You. Left. Me." He lowered his head and kissed the scars on her hands, then her wrists, then her face, drawing back to look her firmly in the eye. "I left because I did what I had to." She hissed at him, "And what was that?" He released her arms and rested his palms on either side of her head, leaning to whisper in her ear. "I carved them to pieces and threw them to the fire."

"Please listen"

"I say this once. I say it twice. I say it forever." The letter, the first words stained by ink, started off with a line that hit him deeply. "Please listen... Do not forget me. Do not destroy yourself with grief. I have only one thing to ask of you now that I am gone; Live. Live for me." - (inspired by me before you because it lives in my head 24/7 and i feel like it fits perfectly)

really enjoyed these, so thank you!

[agirlandherquill]

to write or what to write, that is the question

its taken me about four months to finally find something to put into a vote, and seeing as it's a friday night, the rain is pouring - something poetic there, i think, I thought I'd hand control of my quill over to you lovely people and let you decide what I write tonight,

above are just some potential ideas but it's up to the hands of fate so to speak, so give me tropes, give me a starting word, a sentence/phrase, absolutely anything - for tonight at least my quill is at your mercy.

open tag disguised as a desperate plea - but I'm also going to politely nudge some of my favourite people: @the-ellia-west @willtheweaver @tildeathiwillwrite @drchenquill @tiredpapergirl @corinneglass

resting my quill for the time being, and I cannot wait to see your responses!

~ A Girl and Her Quill

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Hard question incoming!! 😨

Who is your favorite OC/character you've written?

sharpening the tip of my quill with a knife, dipping it in ink and here we go, time to write another letter - you're completely right, this question is hard, nigh impossible, because each of my characters is a piece of me and those pieces mean so much, but for the sake of creativity and responding to such a lovely question - thank you for asking! - I find myself carefully considering every trait, every arc and detail of my characters, scrutinising them like I'm scrutinising parts of myself, which in a way, I suppose that I am, but I believe there's a clear answer,

Fenley Evander. Despite the fact that he's the second character I ever created, from Ruin's Reprisal, and Edeva Vitaire being the first, Fenley just speaks to the deepest, darkest parts of my heart, sometimes even my soul. He's troubled, he's had his struggles - still does, but he survives, he finds a way. His code teeters on the cliff of morality, he's morally grey which as you'll come to find in my writing is my favourite character trope, but he still does things with genuine intent in his heart. He makes mistakes, of course he does, his heart is the same as any of ours, but despite his trauma, his past, he tries. No matter how bad things get, how badly he acts, he tries to make it right.

Fenley's character arc is one of my favourites that I've ever written, it speaks to the darkest parts of everyone, their struggles, their violent delights so to speak, and that's one of the many things that makes him my favourite character.

this was really fun to answer, so thank you!

~ A Girl and Her Quill

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summarising my WIP - ty to @phoenixradiant @the-ellia-west and @sunflowerrosy for tagging me! this one is going to test me and im so here for it

rules: summarise your WIP in 15 2-5 word bullet points

gosh golly is the first thing that comes to mind when approaching this little challenge, because this is going to be a tough one, but here goes!

murder and revenge

absolute insanity

thief, you thief!

plot twist do be twisting

trauma

found person but not family

invasion, oh no, run. RUN.

debts that can't be repaid

loathing, what else?

what can go wrong?

lost someone, can't lose you

crimson wedding dresses

loving is not enough

betrayal.

sacrifice, what a tragedy - right?

open tag because i am so interested in other people's stories it feeds my mind, i crave and savour every morsel i can get because you're all so brilliant

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oc questionnaire tag - thanks @willtheweaver!

let me just very politely consult with my characters for a volunteer, drum roll if you please (insert drumming on my keyboard) - let's go with Fenley from Ruin's Reprisal!

Are you named after anyone?

"I was named after a legend, an inferior one if you ask me, goes by the name of Fenrir - I know I'm dramatic, but that guy? I won't help the world end, the world will end because of me."

When was the last time you cried?

"Tears are for the weak. I haven't cried since I was a boy."

Do you have kids?

"What would I want one of those for? I can't do anything with it except pin it to a target and practise throwing knives - even then, they'd be an inconvenience."

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

"No, really, how could you tell? Well- Does the sun set every morning? Does my heart beat inside my chest - actually, you'd have to check that one, but you get my point."

What is the first thing you notice about people?

"How likely they are to kill me. What's the point of noticing anything else?"

What's your eye colour?

"Some say storms live in my eyes, I prefer to think of it as the colour of darkness waging war on my soul."

Scary movies or happy endings?

"Paintings that move... How interesting. Hm, now my curiosity is torn but happy endings are ever so dull, I need a challenge, I need a reason for my life... I'm not so certain I've found it yet. So, I'll take the strange paintings, or movies, as you call them."

Any special talents?

"I can kill a man at forty paces with a twitch of my finger, my shadows take care of the work. If you think I'm impressive with a knife, you should see me with my bare hands."

Where were you born?

"In this cesspit of a country known as Aliria. You have no need to know anything else."

Do you have any pets?

"Pets? Why would I demean an animal in such a way? Utter nonsense. I have partners and I have friends, the species is irrelevant."

What sports do you play?

"A lovely game called chase - you run, I find you, and you won't like what happens when I do."

How tall are you?

"Tall. I have no need to measure myself, that's just a silly insecurity."

What was your favourite subject in school?

"Weapons handling. I can accomplish many things with a knife, and you wouldn't realise it until I was done."

What is your dream job?

"I do not have a job, I have a duty, one that rewards me very nicely - who knew death paid so well?"

this was super fun, haven't done a tag game in a while, now to pass this lovely questionnaire on to some other fantastic people! @the-ellia-west @corinneglass @drchenquill @thewritingautisticat @mysticstarlightduck @aestheic-writer18 and of course open tag, I'd love to get to know everyone's oc's!