Texts From Last Night (or tonight?)

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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR

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[theladyofhighever]

[for a long times, she's honestly not sure if he's saying that literally or figuratively. or both, it could easily be both?]

That sounds painful. Was it at least a pine or evergreen? The needles would be a nuisance, but better that than crashing into a tree with only branches.

[fxckery]

it was a tree

[listen he knows all the clouds but whomst are trees]

[theladyofhighever]

Did it still have leaves or needles?

[there. a way to determine at least a possible guess at what kind of tree it might be and what kind of medicine he may require]

[fxckery]

needles
like a right prick

[theladyofhighever]

Good.
At least, needles.

[after about an hour comes]
When I battled the high dragon at Haven, my skull was cracked and I lost consciousness.
Only the aid of a mage healer was able to save me.
[approximately half and hour to and hour and a half comes]
If Wynne was here, she could sort things out as best as she could.
[she would actually love to see Wynne's reaction to Ed and vice versa.
Alistair would be easy. she trusts him, she believes in Ed, therefore Alistair would put aside any misgivings Zevran and behave accordingly]

[fxckery]

and what, she heals cracked egos as well

[theladyofhighever]

On occasion, yes.
If one is in need of it.
Sometimes, even when we're not.

[fxckery]

pretty good fucking trick, that

[theladyofhighever]

Yes.
Wynne is like the grandmother I never knew.
As mine both died in the rebellion against Orlais.
Warriors and pirates both, I dream of being able to meet their potential.

[fxckery]

certainly something to aspire to

[theladyofhighever]

Yes.
My mother was known as the Seawolf.
She looted sank half a dozen Orlesian warships when she was only fifteen.
She even threw my father overboard when they first met.
[can one tell that she's really really really proud of her mother?]

[fxckery]

what a real fucking legend

[theladyofhighever]

Yes, she was.

[approximately an hour later]

Are you well?

[fxckery]

as fucking water

[which, presumably, he hasn't be drinking]

[theladyofhighever]

Fucking water?
I didn't know there was such a kind.

[a joke? deadly serious? up to him to decide for the next half hour because she's been tracking his phone and is almost at his domicile.

she takes a deep breath, steels herself, and knocks at the door.

she's killed thousands upon thousands of darkspawn, including the archdemon. she can do this.

she thinks?]

[fxckery]

just the regular well kind

[Just to be clear.

Also just to be clear, the door isn't getting opened all the way, because why do people keep coming to check on him.]

(CW: mental illness, self-destructive behavior)

[theladyofhighever]

I see.

[no she doesn't.

and she tries to slip her foot in the crack in the door. she's no stranger to this treatment, only she's usually on the giving end, rather on the receiving.

though, it really had been impossible for her to seal herself in her tent with the Blight, followed by a civil war raging. here, the stakes may not be quite so high, but she knows from experience that sometimes, the only way out is through]

[fxckery]

[That's fine. Her foot can live there. It's not going to get the door edged open any further.]

Something wrong, sea pup?

[theladyofhighever]

[that's absolutely fine. it will.

until he calls her sea pup. the forces a rapidly drawn-in breath and a look of shock. but the foot isn't moving]

...how. Did you know my father called me that? Tell me, are you from somewhere in Thedas?

[fxckery]

In where? Thed-what?

[Confusion rarely makes him less prickly, but having a door mostly in the way helps keep the temperature down.]

The hell else would you call a kid from a wolf at sea?

[theladyofhighever]

[she looks fretful for a moment, then clearly relaxes. the foot's not going anywhere]

...my apologies. It is simply that--that I have not heard that name in a very long time.

[Mariane, it's been only a year]

[fxckery]

Christ on a fuckin' cracker.

[But at least no one's kicking off. That's not nothing.]

You needed something?

[theladyofhighever]

[she stammers slightly] Well. Not me. But you seemed despondent. That made me concerned for you.

[fxckery]

Who the hell's despondent?

[It's him, Edward Teach, alias Blackbeard, but it's also rude to say.]

[theladyofhighever]

Perhaps that was the wrong choice of words?

[and it's okay. she's been wanting to cut anyone and everyone who says that either she's dead or Alistair's dead in their version of Thedas, but she imagines that would be frowned upon]