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Pale eyes, wizened with age and dulled with experience, focus intently on the strip of paper held within the old vampire's hand. It's stark white, the ink fresh and deep, and for those reasons it had stood out to him against the dozens of other older, faded fliers. It was placed recently, and urgently, he feels. Silas reads the text again.
"Adventurers Wanted! Visit The Blushing Mermaid For Details"
So there he stands, in the parlor of the aforementioned tavern, with nary a clue as to why he's actually there. Only a naturally insatiable curiosity guides him.
"Excuse me," Silas says softly, quite politely, to someone who seems just a touch more familiar with the place than himself. "Could you offer a moment of consultation? I'm looking for someone, I think. Only, I'm not quite sure who I'm supposed to be looking for."
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PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (2005) PROMPTS
* assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary
you must know... surely, you must know it was all for you.
you are too generous to trifle with me.
if your feelings are still what they were last april, tell me so at once.
my affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever.
you have bewitched me, body and soul, and i love... i love you.
i never wish to be parted from you from this day on.
i have struggled in vein and i can bear it no longer.
these past months have been a torment.
i came to [location name] with the single object of seeing you. i had to see you.
are you too proud, [name]? and would you consider pride a fault or a virtue?
we're doing our best to find a fault in you.
i have fought against my better judgement, my family's expectations, the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance.
you really do love him, don't you?
please, do be seated.
this is a charming house.
all these things i am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.
how are you this evening, my dear?
may i have the next dance, [name]?
my brother gave it to me. he shouldn't have.
i wish you would not call me "my dear."
what endearments am i allowed?
what should i call you when i am cross?
i cannot believe that anyone can deserve you... but it appears i am overruled.
are you out of your senses? i thought you hated the man.
have you no objection other than your belief in my indifference?
i do like him. i love him.
only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony, which is why i will end up an old maid.
i love you. most ardently.
please do me the honor of accepting my hand.
i appreciate the struggle you have been through, and i am very sorry to have caused you pain.
believe me, it was unconsciously done.
are you... laughing at me?
i wonder who first discovered the power of poetry in driving away love?
i thought that poetry was the food of love.
what do you recommend to encourage affection?
i'm very fond of walking.
i do not have the talent of conversing easily with people i have never met before.
perhaps you should take your aunt's advice and practice?
so this is your opinion of me. thank you for explaining it so fully.
those are the words of a gentleman.
from the first moment i met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain for the feelings of others made me realize that you were the last man in the world i could ever be prevailed upon to marry.
forgive me for taking up so much of your time.
maybe it's that i find it hard to forgive the follies and vices of others, or their offenses against me.
my good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.
i cannot tease you about that. what a shame, for i dearly love to laugh.
i will not and i certainly never shall.
you have insulted me in every possible way, and can now have nothing further to say.
i must ask you to leave immediately.
i have never been thus treated in my entire life.
i can admire you much better from here.
do you talk, as a rule, while dancing?
i prefer to be unsociable and taciturn.
i dare say you will find him amiable.
it would be most inconvenient since i have sworn to loathe him for all eternity.
no one would suspect your manners to be rehearsed.
i've come to tell you the news.
not all of us can afford to be romantic.
i've been so blind.
they are far too easy to judge.
i was wrong. i was entirely wrong about him.
i am well aquainted with you, [name], to know that i cannot alarm you, even should i wish it.
your skills in the art of matchmaking are positively occult.
i've never seen so many pretty girls in my life!
i do not deny it.
has the pig escaped again?
we are all fools in love.
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If you were to see Silas strolling across the countryside, it's unlikely that you'd assume he's anything but an ordinary old man. You might think that he's just a villager who's strayed too far from home, or perhaps traveler who's gotten himself lost. If you spoke to him you might notice those pointed teeth of his, but otherwise, nothing about him really screams "eldritch knight with a taste for blood".
That's kind of how he likes it, though. He doesn't want good folk to think of him as dangerous or untrustworthy, and he quite likes the idea of unsavory individuals underestimating him.
To further the illusion, he doesn't even carry a sword. It's not like he doesn't have one, though. As a swordsman in tune with the Weave, he's taken the time to form a magical bond with a rather pointy rapier. All it takes is a flick of his wrist and the weapon appears in his hand amidst a cloud of purple smoke.
110% inspired by my weeb ass being too into Kingdom Hearts.
His sword itself isn't magical or anything, it's not even really that special. It's just the method of summoning it that's really noteworthy.
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Pale eyes, wizened with age and dulled with experience, focus intently on the strip of paper held within the old vampire's hand. It's stark white, the ink fresh and deep, and for those reasons it had stood out to him against the dozens of other older, faded fliers. It was placed recently, and urgently, he feels. Silas reads the text again.
"Adventurers Wanted! Visit The Blushing Mermaid For Details"
So there he stands, in the parlor of the aforementioned tavern, with nary a clue as to why he's actually there. Only a naturally insatiable curiosity guides him.
"Excuse me," Silas says softly, quite politely, to someone who seems just a touch more familiar with the place than himself. "Could you offer a moment of consultation? I'm looking for someone, I think. Only, I'm not quite sure who I'm supposed to be looking for."
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Itty bitty character concept below the cut
Been binge watching Dungeon Meshi lately and there’s this little dude I really like.
He’s just a side character with maybe like, ten lines total, but I really dig his vibe. He’s a gnome cleric, but he fights using a water spirit. Seems really gentle but also a little bit spaced out.
There’s a scene where he resurrects his party leader and he takes a moment to gently ruffle his hair. Very cute.
Anyways, general character idea is a half-gnome evocation wizard who uses science to make his spells more potent. Maybe a traveling companion for Silas. Lowkey in love with their party leader, but it’s unrequited.
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Noticing & Being Noticed // Still Accepting
@riiese said: "I like to come here when I need to think." (—Ingvar)
It does not take an extraordinary attunement with the natural world for one to appreciate the beauty of this place, though it certainly heightens the experience. The sweet aroma of honeysuckle nectar heavy upon the vines of early summer, the babbling of a creek surely teeming with crayfish and minnows. Silas can certainly understand why one would find peace in this place, and he says as much, though only after a few more moments of enjoying the warm breeze upon his stubbly cheeks.
"I can see why." He smiles, not bothering to cover his pointed teeth.
"It's lovely. Virtually untouched by man, isn't it?"
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noticing.
"You're really happy."
"Your laugh is so... I missed it."
"So when did you meet them?"
"Hey. Want to talk about it?"
"That's not your usual order."
"I didn't think you liked (item/flavour)."
"Since when?"
"You're in loooove."
"Those scars... [Name]."
"How long have you been hiding it?"
"It's your favourite."
"I thought I'd find you here."
"This is your spot, right?"
"When you're upset, you do this... disappearing thing. You're doing it right now."
"Where did you go?"
"How are you feeling?"
being noticed.
"How did you find me?"
"It's been a pretty great day."
"I didn't know you knew that."
"That's... my favourite."
"Yeah, I've... I think I met someone."
"It's not like that!"
"It's just -- I fell."
"Oh my god. Lay off, okay?"
"I like to come here when I need to think."
"I don't know. Just needed some air."
"How do you notice this stuff?"
"You're not my mum/dad/parent."
"I didn't think anyone was coming."
"I didn't know if you'd actually show up."
"Thank you, by the way."
"Thank you, for being here."
"I don't know what I would have done if I'd been alone tonight."
"Better. Now that you're here."
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"Ever vigilant, even in his sleep. Quite vampire-like, in fact! Are you absolutely certain they don't administer a few of our genes during the Trial of the Grasses?"
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@infernaliscor said: "They say the dead don't rest without a marker of some kind."
Putrefaction: The process by which organic material decays, breaking down in order to nurture the next stage of an endless cycle. It's a natural thing, but that doesn't mean it's a pleasant thing.
A miasma of rot fills the already stifling air. He'd noticed it earlier, standing at the tunnel's gaping maw. It had been bearable then, likely imperceptible to the average person, but now, far past the throat and into the belly of these caverns, it's enough to make the old servant feel rather sick. These mines have become a tomb and something is rotting within it.
Silas tightens the nervous grip he holds on his torch. He's tense, and visibly so. Being down here, so far away from light, fresh air, and life, it makes him feel as uneasy as the putrid smell permeating the air. Still, despite his unease, he finds the strength to ramble, as he so often does.
"There's an old adage I'm reminded of;
'You ought not to fear the dead, but the living.'
The meaning is rather obvious, isn't it? You needn't worry about a ghost getting you in the dark, but your fellow man.
But something tells me that whoever came up with that never had the misfortune of coming across an undead abomination."
#letters received (asks and answers)#((Hope this is okay! I'm going through and cleaning out my inbox
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tbh I think it’s incredibly funny whenever L.arian releases player stats & the weird A.starion girlies seethe & cope about him not being the most popular romance option
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be honest, what is your biggest regret?
send me "be honest..." with a question your muse has been dying to ask mine and they'll answer truthfully.
Air whistles through sharpened teeth as Silas draws in a deep breath. He's unsure of how to answer the question, or rather how should he. A thousand regrets weigh heavy upon his shoulders, and a thousand more fall behind him. A life long lived breeds regret like rats unchecked.
"A failure comes to mind. Specifically, failing to protect a dear loved one. But I'm aware enough to know it couldn't be helped. If you'd like something I did have the power to change, then I'll tell simply tell you that I greatly regret not spending more time with said loved one."
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“Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling”
—Oscar Wilde
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Vintage victorian mens neck ties
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