laura (
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dumbshow2018-11-24 10:16 pm
highly new, slightly improved open post

assorted morons
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☆ caught in the rain meme ☆ little steps meme ☆ affectionate physical contact meme ☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy ☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU ☆ melodrama is ultimate tier ★ SHIPPING AND FUCC: ☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh ☆ things I am not into: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character ☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen |

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[Well-- alright, in fairness, he is poking fun, but still. Mocking would imply he doesn't appreciate Fenris' odd brand of kindness, gruff and grumpy and yet so much more honest than most. Mockery, good gracious; that couldn't be further from the truth.]
I just believe in giving credit where it's due, that's it. Nothing extraordinary.
[Holding his hand is, in fact, a Nice Gesture. Endure it.]
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. . . it is extraordinary.
[He says it to the wall.]
You must know that by now. You've seen more than enough of the world, you're no sheltered choirboy. You must know how extraordinary it is to do something like give credit where it's due. Never mind--
[Well. Everything else about Sebastian, frankly.]
In any case.
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I'd like to leave the world a little better than I've found it.
[Which is in itself likely a fruitless task, but one must lead by example and so on and so forth.]
I wasn't much of anything to anybody when I was younger, so you could call it making up for lost time. Reminding you that compassion is its own reward is my good deed for the day.
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[It's a vague statement. He's still staring at the wall, though now it's less out of vague embarrassment and more because he'd rather not stare into Sebastian's eyes while they're holding hands.]
What were you like when you were younger? I can scarcely imagine.
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Different.
[A beat.]
Wilder. Out at all hours carousing and carrying on, with no thought towards anything except my own satisfaction. My parents had every right to be ashamed of how I behaved.
[His expression doesn't go dark so much as overcast, almost bittersweet— emphasis bitter. It will never really be easy to parse through his relationship with his family, even now, years after they've gone; perhaps especially now. Perhaps their deaths are why some small part of him remembers his youth with something close to nostalgia for something so obviously broken.
He shifts in his seat, not uncomfortably, but as if to shake off the dregs of the past before he is uncomfortable. Wryly:]
They always would have sent me to the Chantry, I'm certain of that, but I did my level best to give them a proper excuse.