Just apped at exitvoid

[hawkejunior]

All right, you turned the application in. Bloody good for you. About time I show up to sort this mess out (and I'm going to do a better job at it than my brother or that crazy mage, thank you very much.)

Now sit down while I list, point by point, all the parts that are wrong.

- I do not have an inferiority complex!
- I am not jealous of Garrett!
- I am not whiny!
- I do not complain all the time!
- I am not "a bit of a tit" and it's not a justifiable thing to say!
- I do too have charisma!
- I am not IMMATURE.

And last, but certainly not least, this is the worst journal name ever!

FIX IT.

Comments

[hawkejunior]

The Grey Warden ones.

[theyunderestimateme]

[OH GOOD it seems like she and Alistair manage to get their shit together at some point. Awesome. Because, uh. Mostly it feels like they've been flailing around so far.]

You're a Grey Warden?

[hawkejunior]

Yes. And don't say I look too young for it, please. I'm begging you.

[theyunderestimateme]

Pfff, I was just a bit over marrying age when I was conscripted, and two men who were my senior perished at my Joining. I don't think age is a factor.

[hawkejunior]

Good. [Pause.]

Well, not- not good that they died at your joining, good that age isn't a factor.

[theyunderestimateme]

Oh, I know what you meant. I didn't know them very well, at least. Far as I can tell, luck—or divine favor, take your pick, I suppose—is as much a factor as anything else.

[hawkejunior]

Yeah. No bloody kidding.

[theyunderestimateme]

I haven't been much lucky my whole life, at least, so hopefully that means I've got some banked. I'm going to need it, I think.