shenzi123 said: How many kids do you have?
Two, my girl (who I generally call Belle online) is 7 and my boy (The Boy) is 3 (and a half,...
I really need to play through Mass Effect 3 with Ashley, if only to come up with valid arguments why people need to shut up about her ‘xenophobia’...
sometimes i want to do stuff like give dafw a new layout and stuff
and i stop myself because i’m like “well what about the original admins”
Leliana: You are very pretty, you know.
Fenris: I am… very pretty.
Leliana: You would be quite the commodity in Orlais. There, the noblemen and noblewomen would lavish you with gifts in envy of your beauty.
Fenris: Should that make me happy?
Leliana: It should!
Fenris: It doesn’t.
Leliana: You should smile, Fenris. I bet you have a wonderful smile!
Fenris: Is there something to smile about?
Leliana: Well… not at the moment.
Fenris: Then why would I smile?
Leliana: You don’t talk about Tevinter much. Would you tell me more about it?
Fenris: It is not a place I think fondly of.
Leliana: It was your home.
Fenris: I was a slave.
Leliana: Not a servant? Surely, it cannot be as bad as you describe.
Fenris: No. It is much worse.
__Alistair and Fenris__
Fenris: You were a Templar?
Alistair: Almost a Templar. Duncan recruited me before I took my vows.
Fenris: A shame. The world needs many Templars.
Alistair: Have you ever considered… joining the order?
Fenris: Do they allow elves?
Alistair: Well… I’ve never seen an-
Fenris: Then don’t waste my time.
Alistair: You’d make an excellent Templar, Fenris.
Fenris: Is that a compliment or an insult?
Alistair: It’s a compliment!
Fenris: I doubt that.
Alistair: Doubt… that it is a compliment or that you’d make an excellent Templar?
Fenris: Take your pick.
Alistair: Did you step on a shard of metal?
Alistair: Catch a splinter between your toes?
Alistair: Eat something bitter?
Fenris: What brought on this inane prodding?
Alistair: Oh, nothing. Just wanted to know why you are always scowling.
Fenris: Do you really have to lay the witch?
Alistair: It is the only way…
Fenris: Hm. My condolences.
__Sten and Fenris__
Sten: You’re an elf.
Fenris: Last I checked.
Sten: You know the Qun.
Fenris: Fairly certain.
Sten: Why are you not viddathari?
Fenris: I respect the ways of the Qun, but it is not for me.
Sten: The Qun is the only way.
Fenris: That remains to be seen.
Sten: You are from Seheron.
Sten: You do not know?
Fenris: My first memories are of the ritual. What came before, I cannot be certain.
Sten: Have you had a taste of their crumbly confections?
Fenris: Excuse me?
Sten: You will see.
__Morrigan and Fenris__
Morrigan: You are a bold and powerful creature, aren’t you?
Fenris: Do not speak to me, witch.
Morrigan: Oh? Do I make you… uncomfortable?
Fenris: You make me want to crush that bitch’s heart.
Morrigan: Whom? I see no other here.
Fenris: Then perhaps you should stop speaking.
Fenris: Avert your eyes, witch.
Morrigan: I can’t help but to admire those… markings of yours. They are rather alluring.
Fenris: They are lyrium, carved into my flesh. They have served me well.
Morrigan: There is something appealing about a man with such designs upon his skin. Tis’ hard not to wonder how far they go…
Fenris: Far enough.
Morrigan: (Laughs) Oh, you tease me.
__Zevran and Fenris__
Fenris: You’re an Antivan Crow? An assassin?
Zevran: I am currently between professions, at the moment. Why do you ask?
Fenris: You’re not a very good one.
Zevran: You wound me! Surely you do not mean it!
Fenris: I do.
Zevran: Alas, a reason to cry this evening.
Zevran: Excuse me, my handsome friend, but may I inquire about your tattoos?
Fenris: My what?
Zevran: Your tattoos! The intricate ink that is embedded in your finely tanned skin.
Fenris: They are not ink. They are lyrium, burned deeply into my flesh.
Zevran: Interesting choice of medium.
Fenris: I did not have a choice in what my master put into me.
Zevran: (Sigh) Do we ever?
Zevran: Why what?
Fenris: Why are you… like this?
Zevran: Like what?
Zevran: Plenty of sunshine… and leather bondage!
Fenris: Forget I said anything.