shadowhrt

[shadowhrt]

@dwylafn​​​​​​​​ said: "in an ideal world, we’d just burn down the house." //she just wants to commit arson uwu

        “in an ideal world, we wouldn’t bother with the house to begin with.” she casts a glare in the building’s direction. how much time have they wasted, she wonders, running around performing errands? maybe if they were receiving adequate compensation, she’d understand it : this inane need to help others. a pocket of gold for a spared moment; potions and salves for their injuries, at the very least. instead, they’re risking the threat of time for nothing more than a few pitiful glances and woeful words, as if every second doesn’t bring them closer to shedding their skins and forfeiting their minds. 

but of course, they must go out of their way to ease the concerns of a pair of brothers, they must waste their resources saving some girl from the error of her choices. because that’s what she signed up for, of course, when she joined the group—finding lost girls and resolving familial drama. of course. now the group is stranding outside what may very well be an old hag’s hut, left to confront a problem that isn’t their own.

surely, if she furrows her brow any further, she’ll give herself a migraine.

for her own sake, she relaxes her features, scowl slipping into vague indifference as she turns away from the house. when she glances at kayli, it’s easier for the furrow to ease, frown giving way to the slightest of smiles as her lips curl in amusement.

        “—but burning it down is a close second.”

[shadowhrt]

@incantatoris​​​:  ❝ Far be it from me to give my two coppers, but I'm quite confident that people can change. ❞ (I fixed the wording of the prompt to fit him a little better. Hope that's okay!)

there’s a joke to be made about tadpoles and the impending threat of change, if she cares to tell it. some half-formed quip already at the tip of her tongue, waiting : oh, people change alright. we’ll all do plenty changing in the next coming days if we don’t make haste. and were it a day earlier, or a day later, she might be able to share it without bitter apprehension tinging every syllable. now, after one of them nearly being poisoned by the most promising chance they had at a healer, she rather not dwell on it.

it hardly comes as a surprise that people are more eager to kill them than to help. she’d be quick to do the same if she weren’t the one with a worm burrowed in her skull. the druid looking out for herself is understandable, clever even. admitting to the deceit and allowing herself to be cajoled into turning over an antidote, however, is simply a waste of everybody’s time. what point is there to deception if you’re only going to reveal your hand and reverse it? now those vital minutes are lost to scrambled persuasions, and all they have to show for it is a bottle of wyvern poison and a renewed search for a better healer — the one they should’ve been after all along, apparently.

for the first time since joining their merry band of misfortunates, she finds herself tired of the long-running joke, so she swallows that quip for another.

       “far be it indeed,” off-handed, reflexive, she says it over her shoulder before slowing her steps to match his. their group is walking through the grove, haggling with traders and planning their trek between talks of how they might find halsin. it’s been many moments since their meeting with nettie. when they arrived, the sun had just settled high in the sky. now, it’s well into its descent. not quite dark, but enough of an orange hue for her to realize their stray errands are adding up. enough to sour her mood at the wasted day and lead to a remark that people never change, no use in trying to sway them into something they’re not when they encounter a fighter who rather leave for baldur’s gate than stay and defend the grove. his companions don’t agree and of course hers must insert themselves into the conversation. their group is better off leaving them, and everyone else, to fix their own problems, she believes — save themselves the time and effort. unfortunately, that belief doesn’t appear to be shared by everyone. hence the trio now resolved to stay, hence the two coppers after the matter.

an eyebrow raises as she looks at him.

       “let me guess, you’re one of those types that believe people are capable of changing for the better?” if possible, her eyebrow inches a little higher, head canting as her lips quirk in a sardonic smile. “the greater good?”

[shadowhrt]

BARRY STARTERS   —  quotes pulled from the hbo series. contains nsfw content. feel free to make alterations.

i don’t know what the fuck is going on from second to second.

when i get angry, i don’t like who i become.

you’re wrong. i am not weak.

don’t fuck with me, [name]. it’s not polite.

am i evil?

this is why i didn’t wanna tell you, ‘cause you’re gonna look at me differently.

i’m pretty sure that people can change.

don’t pull that gun on me.

well, i guess everyone’s a hero of their own story, right?

i’m a good person.

god, i am so sick of people telling me what i am.

as of today, we are fucking done, you son of a bitch!

okay, so here’s my advice: you never tell that story again as long as you live.

you know, you’re a fuckin’ prick, man.

you know what i thought the first time i met you?

i didn’t feel like i deserved a good life.

if there is one thing i learned in my life, you can’t control what other people are going to do.

you wanna know what i’m good at? i’m good at killing people.

i’m not sleeping and, uh, that depressed feeling’s back, you know.

i feel like it’s somehow related to your relationship with your mom.

i did one of those online quizzes to see if i was livin in a bubble or not, and it turns out i am.

well, you know what sonny and cher would say: that’s on you, babe.

you think this is some fucking game?

now is not the time to grow a heart, dipshit.

people meet and sometimes they lock into each other like two long-sought-after pieces of a puzzle.

we all lose track of what’s important sometimes.

is that the way you see your life? as a human doormat?

you really heard me. you really let that wall come down a little.

i was very touched that i was able to gain your trust.

i am your fuckin’ business, idiot!

she was like a feral mongoose.

you should be able to be the person that you say you are.

if we ran away from this because we were scared, wouldn’t that be oh so very sad?

i think you’re deeply human.

you are so creepy, man.

whose cock did you have to suck in a former life?

i need you out of my house.

in an ideal world, we’d just burn down the house.

do you think i’m a bad person?

[shadowhrt]

       pain, hope, the promise of better days.   all of these are heavy cloaks that bend our backs and burden our hearts.  we shed those cloaks.  before shar,  we stand gloriously naked,  beyond the vanity of mortals.

[shadowhrt]

Bloody hells — literally. Just when I think I’ve got a grasp on our dilemma, a devil shows up…