olwen

//play evil dolls with me NOW

//awful news i think i miss gortash

Wait. What was that.

Oh....yes. A very long nap...a few carafes of wine...no one having to bind me in my sleep. That sounds lovely.

//im still so mad about god gale im going to dissect him if thats what it takes to fix him

Withers gave me a little party hat so I guess that is that.

Okay.

[Deeply unceremonious, she scruffs the limp, broken corpse. Dragging it over to a window before performing a perfect hammer-throw of it out into the fort below.]

Do you want me to get rid of it or-

....feeling alright?

I think he trusted me until I punched him, too. Very strange.

Karlach and I did dribble him back and forth quite a bit but I am not quite sure how his neck is doing that.

This makes the breakup very real I suppose

Do you think he is mad at me

Yes, really.

Mhm....very well. Thank you, Miss Tulip.

Happy to give it.

Like I said, it does not suit me.

I do deserve that much, yes.

...

If you change your mind, my ears are as open as always. But you know yourself well, and I would not force you.

Think nothing of it.

[Her face is impassive again. Eyes watchful, unblinking.]

I have wine to drink, if you wish to dismiss me.

That seems a very vague confirmation but I will accept.

I have a sense you will make good use of them. Better than me, anyway.

Mm. Right.

[Her eyes narrow, and she huffs shortly before looking away. She reaches for something strapped to her belt, unhitching it and dropping it at his feet. A rough-hewn, makeshift scabbard. Two blades within, a sword and dagger.]

Those were Orin's. Buried in my skull once, too.

[That earns a frown, very slight.]

You certainly seem to care enough to let it bother you.

Usually you can at least look at me.

[She feels it, the bladed edge in his voice. But takes it. There's been sharper knives under her nails before.]

Nothing in turn, I suppose.

If you care not for what I did, I admit that matters to me somewhat. But it is not going to change anything at this point.

Hm? Really. The shy sort?

I would be quite happy with potatoes, yes.

[A slow look around, before conceding to a nod. It stinks of death and rot. And for once her nose wrinkles a little at it.]

I can go back on my own later.

Sorry for the lack of filter. Tends to happen at a certain point.

[She takes that. Not using it really, but rather holding it like a security blanket.]

Hough....mmh.

I think I can sleep better now, at least. Much better.

Yes :)

Do you have a question.

Everyone wins :)

Would your....friend? Want to come?