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Wysteria Poppell ([personal profile] heirring) wrote in [community profile] faderift2019-11-17 11:38 am

[closed]

WHO: Flint, Bartimaeus, Wysteria, Fitcher & misc. guests
WHAT: Misc. socializing.
WHEN: Firstfall
WHERE: Kirkwall, etc.
NOTES: Catch all for closed starters. If you want something, hit my up by PM/discord/plurk/whatever and we can make it happen.

[personal profile] wrecca 2019-12-26 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"I left all that shit up to Ilias... They like him better anyway," she waves off the idea that she would have done it like a fly. "What was I going to say to grandmother? Your daughter's a fucking rotten bitch, and I'm going to kill her for it?"

Yes, her cousin had made a face and determined it would be better if he wrote the letters. "They're all going to agree it's easiest to make me his problem anyway. Maker-forbid if I'm left to my own devices for too long. I might think I can keep a baby for myself."

She exhales angrily. If she'd still had that cup she'd have assuredly dashed it to the ground at that. Instead she sinks down into her hands for just a moment, sitting up again and pushing her hair back off her face with furious sigh.
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[personal profile] unshut 2020-01-04 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
A tip of the head - some flicker of recognition in her face. Ah. Fabria. Perhaps if she studied the girl, she can recognize some resemblance there. Fitcher pauses to do so, a thoughtful turn in the drawn lines of her expression.

"I see." And: "How are you related to the Speaker?"

There's no harm in asking obvious questions.

[personal profile] wrecca 2020-01-07 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Her mouth twists to one side. The Speaker. Of course Ilias had a lovely little title like that, wouldn't do if he wasn't fucking important would it. Amal rubs her temple and hates herself for thinking harshly of him, he doesn't deserve it.

"I'm his black sheep cousin."