When a mun waffles between characters

[sixthings]

Look, you've got to make a decision eventually. I realize I'm easily the most desirable of choices for your 'main game', but I think you've got things backwards. How about, and this is just an idea, you send me to the sex game and you send Varric to the game with the big, bloody war. I happen to be very good at sex and while I do think the idea of Varric with his trousers down is hilarious, I'd just as soon let him go fight somebody else's war. He'll make a grand story of it, I'm sure.

Honestly, why couldn't you have just been happy with Carver? He'd look fabulous with tiny, pink wings.

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[greenjacketed]

Take the wings, miss. I know it don't sound likely, but it's far less confounding there.

[sixthings]

Isn't it more confounding that you seem to know about both?

[greenjacketed]

[ vaguely: ] ...I get around.

[sixthings]

[She looks him up and down. Mmhm.]

Oh, I bet you do.

[greenjacketed]

[ there's a flicker in his expression which suggests he welcomes the implied sentiment, but does not quite allow himself to respond to it more directly. after all, who the bloody hell knows who it is he's speaking to? ]

The winged life is an easier one, I've found. But the other...? [ a slight shrug. it's not terrible. but it is annoying to be poor again. ]

Because this can only be hilarious xD

[preacher_man]

Wings aren't as obtrusive as you might thing. I've ended up with a couple sets myself. They generally stay out of the way.

[He's not going to comment on the war or sex games.]

[sixthings]

[That flicker is all she needs. Oh, how many like this has she met? He's probably so proud of himself, too.]

I hear the winged life comes with an ocean. How about this fabled sex land?

[sixthings]

More than one set is too many. Sure, they might look fancy, but I'd hate to have to invest in all new wardrobe just to accommodate them.

[greenjacketed]

A narrow sea of some sort -- separating one land from another. I take it none can cross it, though.

[sixthings]

Well, that's a bit pointless, isn't it? Not unless I take it upon myself to become a lobsterman's wife.

[greenjacketed]

It ain't the sort of place where anyone takes a wife, ma'am.

[sixthings]

Well that's fortunate. I'm not the sort of woman to be taken as a wife.

[greenjacketed]

Eh? Why not? Marriage is a terribly underrated institution.

[sixthings]

Been there, done that. Not really my sort of thing.

[preacher_man]

Well it wasn't at the same time or the same sort of wings. It's a bit of a long story.

As for the wardrobe it isn't too hard to make a couple slits in a shirt I imagine. In both cases I had wings I was in a position where I couldn't get back to my home so I made do with clothes I could get.

What I'm glad I didn't grow was a tail. That sort of appendage seemed more cumbersome and hard to manage. I imagine I would of knocked over tables.

[Isabela might notice that despite him looking straight at her his eyes more or less suggested he couldn't see. They were completely white.]

[greenjacketed]

Perhaps you were hitching yourself to the wrong man, miss.

[sixthings]

[She usually has the opposite problem, wherein men rarely look her in the eyes, whether it's a typical male gaze or the ever-so-adorable 'look at anything but her' tactic. It feels like something of a waste if he's blind.]

Well, that's the first time I've heard a man who admitted to not wanting to get some tail. [A pause.] Well, not the first. There was that Eunuch from Orlais.

[sixthings]

Possibly. Maybe I should try hitching myself to the right woman, next time.

[greenjacketed]

[ another flicker -- just a widening of his eyes and an incline of his head and damn who is this brazen lass? he appreciates her forthright nature, but finds himself unable to communicate so.

best to be careful, sharpie. ]

And leave one less for the rest of us? For shame.

[sixthings]

Two less. Three if I play my cards right.

[preacher_man]

[Well that got a bit of a blush out of him along with an awkward chuckle. He was an easy target though really.]

In that context it's not really something I thought much about. Due to both my occupation and the interest people have in me.

Not many people think to flirt with a preacher they believe to be blind.

[greenjacketed]

Oi, now. Yer getting greedy.

[sixthings]

[Well, she didn't recognize the outfit, but it does seem religious-y. Veyr Chantry-esque.]

Only believe to be blind?

[sixthings]

Well there was that one time I had sex with both the King and Queen of Ferelden. Not that they were crowned, just yet. [An afterthought:] Zevran was there too.

[preacher_man]

I see more than most people actually. I see people's sins as compared to my own.

[Which taught him quite quickly not to react to more lurid images. Actual conversation though wasn't his forte especially with someone who could quip back at him.]