boxofdactyls | the return of the revenge of just rp it.

how to play.

1. Drop a comment with one or more of your muses. It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me. Prompts are boss. (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, a meme prompt, anything). Specify if there's something you do or don't want, otherwise I could throw anything at you: AUs, shippiness, awfulness. You've been warned, son.
1b. If you want to continue a verse we started in another thread somewhere, specify it in the comment or subject line. I'd be down for revisiting any of those.

2. In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with (including OCs, who have their own list), or you can ask me to pick someone. No muses are off-limits except for those that have no icon uploaded on the list. Otherwise, I'll pick or randomize someone.
2b. Muses I would really love to play right now, in case you are having a hard time choosing: Hawke, Hannibal Lecter, Selina Kyle, Fox Mulder, Cigarette Smoking Man, Serafina, Pepper Potts, Lois Lane, Jacen Solo.

3. just rp with me. if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse. if it doesn't, it doesn't.

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Their arrogant stubbornness, you mean. [ hawke, don't speak unkindly about the dead. especially not the dead you unwillingly slaughtered. ] Really, they wouldn't even consider another option. I can't imagine what drives anyone to be so dogmatically homicidal. [ a pause, because while she can condemn them for lashing out so swiftly, she knows that they did it out of pain and anger over what they perceived as a deep betrayal. ] I keep telling myself that if I'd only managed to get another few words out, we might have explained.

But perhaps they never would have accepted our reasons. I'm not certain they would have wanted to.

I did mean that, yes.

[He lets out a withering sigh, pinching at the bridge of his nose. He'd attempted tactful, but he might not have the strength to do so again. He had grown tired of that particular stubbonness, personally, far too much to even attempt to disagree or disguise how he felt.]

The fact is, you didn't get those words out-- and I'm not convinced it would have helped.

[There's a hard edge to his voice, one that speaks of how little love he bears the Dalish.]

They were convinced they were in the right. No amount of diplomacy would have changed that.

How dreadfully familiar this all sounds. [ she tosses him a Look, although there's just as much fondness as there is challenge in her tone, which becomes even clearer when she continues. ] Their convictions led them to die for something they never even really understood. They weren't willing to consider the circumstances.

You're not the only one of my compatriots with equally strong convictions at times, Fenris. I'd just to know that none of you will let yourselves become blinded by them.

As much as I'd like to be able to make that promise, I cannot.

[Anger is often too strong to be tempered by reasons, passion too powerful to be swayed if the cause is one he believes strongly enough, if those convictions of his are too unwavering. The kind of extreme she's speaking of may be rare, but he's aware of the fact that it is possible.]

Stubbornness is a double-edged sword. It makes us strong, tireless, but it can also be our downfall. I know full well it may be mine, someday.

It's foolish, is what it is. They died for nothing, Fenris. It wasn't even about their convictions in the end. It was a waste.

Would you have me watch you throw your life away for nothing some day, as well?

You should know better than that by now.

[He grimaces, a low growl behind his words at the back of his throat. He could be reckless, certainly, but it was different, or so he chose to believe.]

If I lay down my life, it won't be for nothing.

the return of the revenge of just rp it.

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