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Open RP Post


⊛ find a character you want to play with and respond to their thread. can't find who you want? let me know!
⊛ we can make up a scenario, adapt a meme of some sort, or... something else? whatever the fuck we want.
⊛ if you need ideas, the random scenario meme has just about anything you could want.
⊛FUCK YEAH WE'RE TOTALLY ROLEPLAYING RIGHT NOW!!!

Handy-Dandy Quick Links:
Commander Shepard ⊛ Catty Turner ⊛ Chloe Saunders
Isabelle Beaumont ⊛ Vanessa Cleveland ⊛ Elijah Keaton
Jordan Langley ⊛ Prince Charming ⊛ Finnick Odair
Meetra Surik ⊛ Sir Gwaine ⊛ Tristan
Belgarion of Riva ⊛ Shelby Rook ⊛ Galen Marek
Alyss Heart ⊛ Revan ⊛ Quincie P. Morris
Annie Cresta ⊛ Sally Malik ⊛ Simon Bae
Shadow ⊛ Daniel Bianchi ⊛ Fenris

Comments

[magicalfisting]

"Better than letting you do it on your own," he corrects her in a flat tone that still conveys concern for her safety. That's the most important thing for him. His eyes narrow at her, but he doesn't move her hand away. "If I have yet to prove that by now, there is something wrong here."

[failedhorribly]

"You say that as though I wander out here on a sunny afternoon requesting that idiots attack me." Her voice is threaded with amusement, though, rather than offence. There's a small part of her that likes his over-protectiveness, even if she'll only ever laugh at it, outwardly.

She steps in a little closer, her hand sliding to cup his jaw. Her lips brush his, ever so softly. She doesn't really care that they're both covered in blood. "You should know by now there is nothing to prove."

[magicalfisting]

"Some days, you do." But mostly, no, he knows she doesn't. It's quite the other way around. Really, it's hard to keep an eye out on someone like Hawke, who invites danger by simply breathing.

Fenris supposes that's what first attracted him to her, though.

A slight smirk curls up on his lips as she leans for a kiss. "Poor choice of word, then. Let's call it a reminder instead." He holds her chin, pressing his mouth to hers a little more firmly.

[failedhorribly]

"Not on days I'm supposed to be spending with you." A beat. "Mostly not on days I'm supposed to be spending with you." Old habits die hard, after all.

Heedless of the fact that they're both covered in blood, she presses close to Fenris in the middle of the street, kissing him back with abandon. Nothing like a bit of fighting and death to get the blood pumping. "Kiss me like that, and you can call it whatever you want."

[magicalfisting]

There's a raise of his eyebrow at her words, and then a slow smile as she corrects herself. "We have a habit of attracting the wrong sort, no matter where we go." Because, let's face it. The broody elf has attracted his fair share of idiots looking to prove something.

Fenris doesn't care that they're covered in blood - Hawke's never looked as beautiful as she does after a fight, stained with blood and sweat, a look in her eyes making them all that much brighter. He holds his blade in one hand, the other arm wrapping around her waist and tugging her close to him. "If only your enemies knew the way to strike an agreement with you."

[failedhorribly]

She likes his possessiveness, feeling like she's a part of something greater than just herself again. She lets go of him briefly to return her own blade to her back, winding both her arms around his neck when she's done with that. Someone whistles at them, and she cheerfully gives them a rude gesture, grinning against her lover's mouth. "I feel that anyone else trying to strike an agreement with me like would meet a quicker death than if they'd just run at me headfirst, to be honest."

[magicalfisting]

The whistling is what brings him back to their surroundings and current situation. Fenris gives her another quick kiss, the hand at her waist tightening possessively before he lets go of her, stepping away. He isn't embarrassed of her or of them; it's being on display that causes him a bit of uncertainty. "Only if that's the way you decide to work out all of your negotiations."

He'll serve their hearts on plates for you.

[failedhorribly]

Marian sighs, a little dramatically, when Fenris steps away from here. What's a little PDA amongst friends? Not that the general populace of Kirkwall really counts as her friends.

"You are so romantic," she says dryly. "For the sake of not causing mass panic, I think I'll stick to the usual way of doing things."

[magicalfisting]

Fenris doesn't have friends. Except for Hawke. And maybe Varric and Aveline. And Sebastian. And Donnic. Sometimes Isabela. But he wouldn't want to kiss in front of them either.

"I wasn't aware that you were seeking romance," he says with an arched brow, that smirk returning to his lips. "But I can attempt something that suits your needs more properly, if that is your desire, Hawke."

[failedhorribly]

She raises her eyebrows right back. "I would be more than happy to see your attempts at suiting my needs, Fenris." And she's just going to walk past him, heading back towards Hightown. That typical sway is in her step as she smiles at him over her shoulder. "Are you coming?"

[magicalfisting]

Fenris shakes his head, returning his sword to his back, still disregarding the blood staining the blade. He'll clean it later, before it can ruin the integrity of the metal. Besides, there's something a little bit more important than that, if the swing of her hips is anything to go by. "I wouldn't dare stay away. I have seen what you can do with a sword."

[failedhorribly]

Marian's expression turns delighted in that way that means she's about to open her mouth and say something absolutely terrible. "Oh, I wouldn't be too worried about my skills. Your skills with a 'sword' are definitely impressive enough."

[magicalfisting]

Fenris just gives her a flat look in return, voice deadpan. He should have known that she was going to go that route. "Your skills don't worry me, Hawke. I've enjoyed the way you have... handled my sword."

Shades descend. Aw yeah.

[failedhorribly]

Her delight doesn't fade at all with that flat look, and then he replies in kind and she laughs out loud. It covers the way she limps slightly, a wound above her knee making itself known as the adrenaline runs out. Arrows, honestly. "I do aim to please."

[magicalfisting]

This isn't Skyrim, Hawke. Maker help us.

Still, Fenris is distracted by the way she sounds when she laughs, by her humor, to notice immediately that she's limping. He'll beat himself up over that later. "You have done well with me, in that case. In more ways than just the matter of sex."

In case she might get the idea that he only wanted that from her.

[failedhorribly]

Considering how he left after the first time they banged, she'd figured it wasn't that which had bought him back. She could tease him back, but her smile softened slightly. "Coming from you, that was almost sweet." She touches his shoulder, a gentle sign of affection. "I'm glad you think so."

[magicalfisting]

With the back of his hand, careful of his gloves, he strokes her cheek gently in return. "Only around you, Hawke." Got that rep to protect and keep up, after all. Nobody needs to know his secret soft side. "Good. It's important that you know."

[failedhorribly]

Oh. That's quite...emotional. Marian opens her mouth slightly and then clears her throat. "All right, enough of that before I jump you in the middle of the street." She winces as her leg buckles, just a bit. "Or...hobble at you, as the case may be."

[magicalfisting]

"Hawke." He reacts quickly, wrapping an arm around her waist to catch her, supporting her. "Why didn't you tell me that you were injured?"

[failedhorribly]

She pushes at his arm a little, but gives in quickly because - well. It's a nice arm, and she likes having it around her. "An injury? This? Please, it's really more of a scrape. A scratch, even. Nothing to be concerned about." She considers this for a moment. "Although now that I think about it, walking may be too difficult in this weakened state of mine. I may need to be carried."

[magicalfisting]

He gives her a look, torn between smiling and having the desire to roll his eyes at her. "That was a quick turn around of your physical state, Hawke. Perhaps I should take you to a clinic as well, so that a healer could help you." But not Anders. Fuck that guy.

Still, he only hesitates briefly before scooping her up in his arms to carry her. Look, he doesn't mind doing that, even if she's lying.

[failedhorribly]

"I'm a complicated woman," she announces, laughing again as he actually picked her up. "Mysterious, even. My, Fenris, what strong arms you have."

[magicalfisting]

"Complicated, yes, but I would disagree with mysterious." You're not that hard to understand once somebody knows you, Hawke. Just saying. "Is this something you have just noticed?"

[failedhorribly]

"What!" Mock outrage steals over her features, but is ruined by the fact that Marian has the worst time keeping a smirk off her face. "Hundreds of Varric's avid readers around Kirkwall would be destroyed if they heard you say that. And no, but it is the first time I've had the change to act like a fainting damsel in the face of them. Let me enjoy my moment."

[magicalfisting]

That smirk is beautiful in so many different ways. He'd like to kiss it from her face, though. "I find it hard to care whether they would be destroyed by this news or not. If it helps, the mystery ebbs as I have gotten to know you. I'm at an advantage they can never have." He chuckles. "Very well. You may enjoy the moment and any other you want."