#❝ ░ you don't negotiate with rogues ; you just leave with less gold / verse.

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     ❝  i’m not gonna be long and then i’ll be outta your hair. promise me you’ll  TAKE  CARE  of pault -----  ❞   nessa glances up from her pack, expecting the figure behind her to be diath ; he’s always checking on her, ensuring she’s okay, and she know he doesn’t agree with her decision to leave. but she knows that even under the spell’s influence, paultin was right about her.   ❝  oh. paultin. i’m -- i’ll hurry up.  ❞

@lostindrink   /   starter call.

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“Oh look, carnage.”

     WATERDEEP WAS ON FIRE. the rogue stood beside him, surveying the smoke as it curled into the sky, watching the people scatter chaotically in the streets below. she shot her fellow rogue a look and shrugged her shoulders.  ❝  i just can’t believe shit’s burning and it wasn’t our fault.  ❞ 

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     ❝  you --- we’re about to steal from a dragon and you’re concerned about whether or not your sword is shining enough? i get it, you wanna be remembered in song and verse or whatever, have the bards tell tales of your wild success and adventure, but you do not need to shine your sword that much. it’ll be okay.  ❞

@triumphbred.

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“I hate you! I’ve always hated you!” (Paultin under a spell? And he's been tied up while they work out what to do to break the spell on him and he's trying to antagonise her into fighting him and letting him go to fight back)

    ❝  that’s no BIG FUCKING SURPRISE! but you assume that matters to me when it comes to your fucking safety.  ❞   nessa’s always been too willing to believe that she’s hated ; she’s never let it get in the way of her drive to protect the people she cares about. she cares whether or not they want her to. them hating her makes it easier for her to sacrifice for them, in a twisted way.  ❝  we’re gonna save you, and then i’m gonna leave. fuckhead.  ❞

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❛ The key to a happy life is to accept you are never actually in control. ❜

    ❝  i’d rather be miserable and live with the illusion of being in control, thanks.  ❞   if you ask her why, she probably won’t be able to give you an answer; she’s stopped questioning why she does things anymore. so much for being IN CONTROL. she’s little more than a passenger to impulse at this point and she’s not exactly had the best influences outside of evelyn ( who she resists allowing to influence her in the first place ).

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Nessa... don’t you think it’s time to let go?

    ❝  fuck letting go.  ❞   head snaps up from where she’s cleaning the blades of her knives; firelight playing across angry features. it’s been a little bit of a trying day and her sister’s been on her mind again —- rattling around up there, with all the truths she’s learned about her, about the day she got nessa chased away from home. about the day she turned nessa into a murderer.  ❝  you know what, i don’t fucking deserve what she did to me, but it turned me into this. and this is not the kind of person that takes the fucking high road. FORGIVE AND FORGET is such bullshit. my anger towards her, everything i think and feel about the shit she put me through, that’s my driving force, that’s what keeps me fucking going. i will dig my fucking claws in and hang on until the end, and even then, good luck prying it out of my cold dead hands, asshole.  ❞

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     ❝  you know, if you’d just kept your mouth shut, we wouldn’t be in this situation.  ❞   and by this situation, nessa meant being led by swordpoint to meet some tyrant king that they had been trying to avoid at all costs. this was, in fact, the very situation they had been meant to not find themselves in.   ❝  they’d totally have let us pass but no, you just --- had to say something. like they would believe your horrible fake accent.  ❞

@fairglenned.

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' every time i almost die i feel so alive. why would i wanna be more careful? '

    ❝  because if we actually die in here, our bodies get to rot forever in a dusty old fucking tomb and we miss out on the haul of a lifetime.  ❞   nessa’s arm was extended, her hand balled in his cloak, keeping him from taking another step. her eyes studied the floor, trying to decide if it was pressure trapped. probably was. fuck.  ❝  when i started this adventuring shit, i imagined i’d get killed by a dragon, or a pirate crew, or a necromancer. i refuse to die by a hundred year old trap that might only half function!  ❞