from this post (which people should feel free to add more prompts to, if they so desire). Some, admittedly, turned out better than others.
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icarus_chained:
Gridarvol hums, a whisper in the back of her mind, a What do you think of those two?
The redhead is gawking at the sights of the bazaar, lingering where the lady cyborg is showing off her dancing pseudo-bears (and more beside) until his green-eyed companion tugs him away, but they get no further than the foodcart selling vat-rat-sticks before the redhead is distracted again.
Studying the youths out of the corner of her eye, she sends back a They seem - promising.
It was vast, blue and gold and molten flame, the beast that men knew as the Scourge. The princess was running, tearing at her gown and cursing her fairy godfather in a manner most uncommon among princesses. It hadn't occurred to the bloody pirate to mention that her new ship strictly speaking belonged to a dragon???
He had thought the monastery to be a wise choice - a quiet, orderly life measured in daily prayer, a safe life.
One of the dragonheaded boats are burning and his robe is torn and bloody, but the darkhaired man lying at Bruce's feet does not seem at all scared of him. He should be cowering, like his fellow raiders, like Bruce's brothers, but he isn't - he's grinning like a madman, admiration dancing in his eyes, words spilling from his lips, one word repeated again and again, a growl that rings like a truth - if only Bruce knew what berserkr means.
"They'll figure it out, dear sister. In the end, when it's too late to actually change anything, but not too late to get even - people always figure out they've been set up."
Eris just smiles and licks the juices from the apple off her fingers, one by one.
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doolabug:
"You stole my priest."
"Pirate. Besides, you stole my Commodore first."
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icarus_chained:Gridarvol hums, a whisper in the back of her mind, a What do you think of those two?
The redhead is gawking at the sights of the bazaar, lingering where the lady cyborg is showing off her dancing pseudo-bears (and more beside) until his green-eyed companion tugs him away, but they get no further than the foodcart selling vat-rat-sticks before the redhead is distracted again.
Studying the youths out of the corner of her eye, she sends back a They seem - promising.
It was vast, blue and gold and molten flame, the beast that men knew as the Scourge. The princess was running, tearing at her gown and cursing her fairy godfather in a manner most uncommon among princesses. It hadn't occurred to the bloody pirate to mention that her new ship strictly speaking belonged to a dragon???
He had thought the monastery to be a wise choice - a quiet, orderly life measured in daily prayer, a safe life.
One of the dragonheaded boats are burning and his robe is torn and bloody, but the darkhaired man lying at Bruce's feet does not seem at all scared of him. He should be cowering, like his fellow raiders, like Bruce's brothers, but he isn't - he's grinning like a madman, admiration dancing in his eyes, words spilling from his lips, one word repeated again and again, a growl that rings like a truth - if only Bruce knew what berserkr means.
"They'll figure it out, dear sister. In the end, when it's too late to actually change anything, but not too late to get even - people always figure out they've been set up."
Eris just smiles and licks the juices from the apple off her fingers, one by one.
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doolabug:"You stole my priest."
"Pirate. Besides, you stole my Commodore first."