WHO: Nicola + You WHAT: Fresh meat. And eventually old gross meat too. WHEN: Bloomingtide, pre-mod plot. WHERE: Kirkwall & the Gallows for now. NOTES: Putting open and closed things for all my dudes in here as I write them, so if you want to plan something with any of them, tap my shoulder about it.
“Good thing we’re limited by our imaginations and not theirs, then,” Gwenaëlle says, standing beside the mirror, clearly weighing whether or not she should outright remind him that the next step is literally stepping, or take pity on him and say she’s going first, or just haul him through and see how that goes. “If we stopped to consider how impossible most of what we achieve actually ought to be more often than we do,”
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gallows.
more than none, less than they should,
“we’d get fuck all done, probably.”