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26 for everyone

26. How does your character behave around children?

Soibhan: For the most part, Soi loves children, especially rambunctious toddlers because she will happily play a game of chase with them around the yard. Babies are less her forte; she needs kids that are mobile and not delicate to the point she's afraid to hold them

Augustus: Auggie loves kids. He is like a big mama bear around them, becoming endlessly patient and understanding and deeply protective. Kids seem to gravitate towards him despite his size and bearded face, putting their trust in him to keep them safe

Killian: Do not give this man your child to watch or hold or care for. He won't let it come to harm but like... he has zero paternal instinct. He's gonna feed them pizza and candy. No bedtimes. Bathtime will consist of chucking them in the nearest puddle.

Malachi: Malachi is to kids like a (common)cat is to water—not thrilled, preferably nowhere near

#malachi thorn #augustus saint #killian ravinger #soibhan breanainn

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this thing is amazing

@paragon-interrupt how perfect tho?

#soibhan breanainn

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If Soibhan were a gym leader, you’d probably need to bring some burn heal

#soibhan breanainn #blaziken tho #that's her buddy her pal her kick em in the teeth numero uno

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41 for all your blorbos

41. Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

Soibhan: Soibhan absolutely feels as if she must earn what she wants. She wasn't always this way, but after making half a lifetime of bad decisions that ultimately hurt people, she now feels like it's her penance almost to make absolutely certain she's earned what she seeks—whether it's forgiveness, understanding, or a piece of freshly baked bread

Killian: The only thing Killian wants is revenge on the man that ruined his life and his family name, and he absolutely feels as though he deserves that revenge. Everything was taken from him by a man that saw him as nothing more than a tool to use and discard and he firmly believes that retribution is not only deserved, but owed to him

Malachi: This is a tricky one, because present day Mal wants nothing—material or abstract—and so has no opinion on whether or not he deserves anything. He is simply going through the motions. As a child, he was raised like any noble heir to believe that he deserved everything he ever wanted as befitting his station, but immediately after the death of his twin, he felt that the only thing he deserved was to be blamed for that death, and the only thing he wanted was to join Matthias in the grave. Anything else was buried alongside his brother and he hasn't thought about wants since

Augustus: Given the abuse Auggie has gone through and the guilt he'd spent the last decade with, for a long time, he didn't bother with wants because he knew they were completely out of reach and he felt as if he did not deserve anything but the pain life kept dealing him, seeing it as fair trade for what he'd done to Zeke(all while ignoring the fact that he was raised on pain and fear and that those were the things that drove his actions). Now though? Now Auggie realizes that he is allowed to want things, but he's still not healed enough mentally or emotionally to feel like he deserves them. Varric would not agree(and Varric is honestly right)

#wightwoldrp #augustus saint #killian ravinger #soibhan breanainn #malachi thorn

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Just a happy moment between two broken people trying to fix each other (art by oxiente) @falkewolfe

#soibhan breanainn #johannes wolfe #soife

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The night is blind So hard to find The way back home Losing grip But it's worth the risk To brave the cold No matter where you go, I'll find you

#soife #soibhan breanainn #johannes wolfe

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He nodded.

He turned back to the road. And his silhouette disappeared over the brow of the hill. A silhouette that cut a slightly unfamiliar cut.

For back on the farm, back in the house, upon the bed: lay his hat. His promise to Soibhan.

#soife #sulllyyyyyyyy my heart #😭 #soibhan breanainn #johannes wolfe #he left her his HAT 😭😭😭

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Soibhan stopped in the middle of the freshly ploughed field, feeling weary beyond measure as the warm spring sun beat down across her back. She set Wolfe's worn hat down on the plough's handle and wiped the sweat from her brow, feeling the grit against her skin, in her hair. She was filthy and exhausted, her eyes hurting something terrible from being out in the sun all day.

But as Ben approached with a glass of water and a broad, grateful smile, she knew the work had been worth the effort, even if she'd had to do it alone.

She grabbed the hat and spun it in her fingers a moment before setting it back on her head and setting off to catch Ben halfway.

Maybe next year she wouldn't have to do it alone.

#little drabble #cuz i like this picture #deleted the other reblog so i could just post it myself without vikings nonsense >> #soibhan breanainn #whiskey moon saga

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"I don't want you to go." "I don't want to go. I need to go."

#soife #soibhan breanainn #johannes wolfe #i have the shipping brainrot #they have a pinterest board now #here look at some of the pictures on it #brb crying

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#soibhan breanainn #johannes wolfe #soife #when he realizes soi is lookin 👀👀👀👀

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Hello, my old heart How have you been? How is it being locked away? Don't you worry, in there you're safe And it's true, you'll never beat But you'll never break

Nothing lasts forever Some things aren't meant to be But you'll never find the answers Until you set your old heart free Until you set your old heart free

#soibhan breanainn #johannes wolfe #soife #currently two ships passing in the night #Wolfe's gotta figure his shit out #gotta have rav knock some sense into him

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#im not sayin... but im just sayin #soibhan breanainn #johannes wolfe #what did chat call them #soife

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#johannes wolfe #soibhan breanainn #soife #damnit sully you're breaking my heart

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#soibhan breanainn

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#soibhan breanainn

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I needed a pick-me-up, so here’s a heaping pile of self-indulgence with my three favs @paragon-interrupt @hellodirigibles

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“I can’t believe One-eye took down that shack. He knows we use it when we pass through.“ 

Soibhan slammed the door shut behind her, closing them all in a thick, not unpleasant darkness. It was comforting after wandering the roads looking for a place to rest long after the dubious safety of the sun had vanished. 

"Mr. Tucker—” Hiero said, with careful emphasis, “—had fresh lumber stacked there. It’s just our bad luck we stopped by when we did, and I’m sure next time we will have a much cozier shack to uh, shack up in." 

Will snorted as he removed his soaked overcoat and hung it from the hook jutting out of the low ceiling, one they’d placed there last time just for that purpose. The garment dripped steadily in front of the cold fireplace, but the water would disappear soon after the fire was started. 

This particular shack was a single room, little larger than a sparse room at most inns, and made with the express purpose of housing Ginterghasts after dark—or some very unlucky farmer with a broken wagon wheel. The too-small bed frame was bent in the middle, and it hadn’t been that way when they’d visited last time…at least, not until they’d left. The mattress was comfortable enough, however, something they could say with all confidence. A simple round table sat against one wall, with a single chair with uneven legs. The wood they’d gathered and left before sat in its box, untouched. 

The little shack served its purpose for those caught out after dark needing shelter, but it would never win any awards for real comfort. 

"At least this place has fond memories,” Will said, his grin sly as he continued stripping off his wet clothes. The rainwater had sluiced away most of the wight ichor from their clothing, but they all desperately needed a bath and a launder, neither of which they would be getting tonight. 

Soibhan dropped their packs in the corner, scabbarded sword following. “Maybe we can bend the bed frame back the other way.”

Having gone to fuss with the fireplace, Hiero sputtered as he dropped dried wood down on the old coals. The tips of his ears turned red as he fussed with flint and tinder, but he’d schooled his face before turning back to them, the fire popping to life behind his back. 

“Next time you decide to try a new weapon, let’s find some grimalkin for you to skewer, instead of a pack of bargheists.” He was trying to change the topic and they both let him. He eyed her as she removed her leather bracers and vest and set them on the table. Her shirt came next. Bargheist teeth had turned the arms into ribbons, but it was her skin beneath that Hiero cared about. He winced at the long gashes left by ragged fangs and sighed, pulling his satchel from his shoulder. 

"It would’ve been fine if that big red beastie hadn’t shown up with a dozen of its friends.” Her undershirt was stained turquoise in places and spattered with red droplets in others. “I’ll be fine. It’s just a couple of scratches.”

Hiero pursed his lips and pointed at her arms, which looked like bargheist chewing toys. “What is your definition of ‘a couple?’”

Grinning, she gave them both a very pointed look. “I thought we established that it was three?”

Hiero’s cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink and he turned away to rummage in his satchel, but Soi could see that he was trying very hard to hide his pleasure behind a reprimand. 

“That is quite more than three wounds, Soibhan.”

Will met her pleased gaze and couldn’t hide his own smile. 

“You know, I don’t think the dagger suits you,” he said, settling in the chair to remove his boots and brace. He winced as he loosened the straps and slid it free, leaning it carefully against the wall beside his boots. He had some aches and a bite across his hand, but as usual, Soibhan had taken the brunt of the attack for them. They kept trying to break her of the habit, especially when trying to wield a damned dagger that she wasn’t used to. “Too small. Maybe you should try axes next." 

"Axes,” Soibhan said, a thoughtful smile curling her lips just as Hiero said, “Axes?” with a look of long-suffering. 

“The reach isn’t much better with an axe,” she added, biting her lip as she pantomimed holding one. She tilted her head. “A bit better. I can swung farther if I grip the end of the handle, but I’ll have less control.” She hummed. “I need to buy some axes.”

Hiero sighed as he pushed her towards the table. “Sit, so I can dress these." 

"I thought the goal was to undress,” she said, letting out a little bark of laughter when Will snagged her hips and settled her on his lap instead of the table. 

“We’ll get to that,” he murmured, settling his face against the warm expanse of her back. He traced some of the scars there with his fingertips, his other hand reaching out for Hiero’s fingers and gripping them a second before letting go. They both knew Hiero needed the use of both hands to fix Soibhan’s hurts, but once that was done… “And what’s wrong with your perfectly good sword?" 

She glanced at it where it lay atop their packs, the blade clean and polished. The wear on the handle was extensive; it would need to be rewrapped soon. The blade was sharp as ever, but it had gained a few knicks over the last year. She knew where they were without even needing to look at the blade, and she clearly remembered where each one had come from. Like the little shack surrounding them, her sword held a lot of memories, but few of them were good.

"I want to make sure I can always fight back, even if I don’t have my sword. I don’t want to be caught off guard." 

Hiero held her arm, his touch gentle as he cleaned away blood and ichor, but he lifted his gaze to hers as Will wrapped his arms around her waist. 

"Soibhan,” he said, a familiar tone edging his words. “Even if you are caught off guard, you have two very capable men at your back.”

Will murmured agreement and nuzzled her neck. “We’re a team, after all. We’re supposed to shore up each other’s weaknesses and balance out our strengths. You don’t have to be strong at everything.”

Soibhan stared down at her arms. The left was already cleaned and bandaged; it would be healed before morning, but it made them all feel oddly better to go through the motions and pretend like they were still more normal than not. 

She didn’t like having weaknesses. Knowing they existed made her think of all the instances where those weaknesses might hurt…them. Her loves. The two most important things in her world. To cherish something so greatly left her with an unbending need to protect them, which led to that now familiar argument, the one that was hovering at the edge of the room. She didn’t want to argue, not tonight, especially when she knew the arguments were always her own fault. 

A deep sigh escaped her as she let her eyes slip closed and focused on the gentle touch of Hiero’s ministrations,  the weight of Will’s warm arms around her middle. They each held their own strengths and weaknesses, just as she did. She knew it, her mind knew it, but her heart always held the worry and that worry was so very loud. 

“I know, I know,” she whispered, brushing her fingertips along Will’s arms. “I’m sorry.”

“There,” Hiero said brusquely, patting her knee and pretending the mood wasn’t threatening a terrible downward turn. He eyed the bandages a moment before nodding and returning his salves and bandage rolls to their pockets. “Good as new.”

Soibhan pulled free of Will’s grasp and stood, grabbing Hiero’s arm before he could get away and swinging him around until she could wrap her arms around his waist and pull him in for a kiss. It was a warm, soft thing, full of love as she tried to turn that feeling of cherishing into a physical touch, so that they might understand how the emotion affected her. 

Hiero didn’t quite melt, but it was close, closer yet when Will came up behind her and let his hands wander up to snag Hiero’s. They linked their fingers together on either side of her until Soibhan broke the kiss and let her head fall back. Her gaze found Will’s and he leaned down to kiss her, the angle awkward and perfect all at once. 

They fell into the bed and nearly fell out of it again just as quickly, squirming and laughing until finally deciding that it would not do this time. Stripping the bed of its linen, they laid it on the floor in front of the fire and settled down in a comfortable, warm heap of tangled limbs. 

“Let’s try the daggers again,” Soibhan said, feeling warm and content as she watched the fire dance beyond their toes. “If you two distract our quarry, I can go in for the killing strike.”

“Mmm,” Will murmured. Hiero said nothing, but he wiggled closer. 

They would make love later, but as their breathing settled and their eyelids grew heavy, they decided that for now, cuddling was the best medicine after a day of many little hurts.  

#beep beep self-indulgence coming through #i needed cuddles so what better thing than to give my babes cuddle time #wightwold #soibhan breanainn #hieronymus gaunt #william farrier #ot3