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bakerstreet2020-06-01 07:15 am
ouranhostsock) wrote in bakerstreet2020-06-01 07:15 am
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[Definite no on 6. M/F but OTA for castmates; AUs, assumed CR, canon, and crosscanon all welcome.]
[No six, please. Otherwise he ticks pretty much all of the potential boxes, even being minor nobility.]
Edited 2020-06-02 01:55 (UTC)
[Pretty much open to all but 6.]
((How about 8? Set pre-series, around when they first get together, when the ust between them finally explodes?))
[ most familiar with CF and AM but happy to play in other routes. AUs and crosscanon welcome. ]
[ Being in the same room as Edelgard puts Dimitri on edge. He's internalized it, over the years - the idea that she's responsible for so much of his misfortune, even if the logical part of him knows she cant have massacred his family. He still remembers burned out villages and dead people, innocents turned into unwilling foot soldiers. The continent turned upside by war.
He hates her. It is a hate without reason, without logic; it is pure and encompassing. An anger that he cannot put down. Not while his ghosts whisper in his ears and the war still rages and not with battle upon battle behind them. But the war has torn everything apart and today, at least, they are trying to meet and see if things can be resolved anywhere close to peaceably.
He doesn't know. At times he can't even think. There's just anger, bubbling over, and it feels good to indulge it. So he waits in the room they've chosen. It's large enough to hold their respective entourages and is adorned with a few chairs and a table. Beyond that, there's little - this building used to be a roadside inn before the war. It's been fought over and used by soldiers of both armies, though, and so by now is a hollow shell of what it used to be. ]
You're late.
[ That's all he says, grinding out the words between his teeth. She may or may not be - perhaps he's just indulging his anger. ]
He hates her. It is a hate without reason, without logic; it is pure and encompassing. An anger that he cannot put down. Not while his ghosts whisper in his ears and the war still rages and not with battle upon battle behind them. But the war has torn everything apart and today, at least, they are trying to meet and see if things can be resolved anywhere close to peaceably.
He doesn't know. At times he can't even think. There's just anger, bubbling over, and it feels good to indulge it. So he waits in the room they've chosen. It's large enough to hold their respective entourages and is adorned with a few chairs and a table. Beyond that, there's little - this building used to be a roadside inn before the war. It's been fought over and used by soldiers of both armies, though, and so by now is a hollow shell of what it used to be. ]
You're late.
[ That's all he says, grinding out the words between his teeth. She may or may not be - perhaps he's just indulging his anger. ]
Thomas (Tommy) Jerome Newton | The Man Who Fell to Earth | OTA
iamjustvisiting
2020-06-03 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Alien, there are differences in concepts of romance and physical differences, though usually hidden. No 6. M/F preferred. Tommy is a pacifist so war scenarios are possible but potentially tricky.]
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