sarabi (
sarabi) wrote in
bakerstreet2023-02-12 08:16 pm
goro takemura / sandayu oda | cyberpunk 2077 | m/f for shippy
(either would be the bodyguards.)
[the guarded one. ota for gen, f/m for shipping]
[So I've got a few possible guards, like this fella or this fella, but there's a a lot of others if you're looking for a specific personality type.]
[ Probably the guarded one, m/f if shippy ]
( practically-immortal claire being overprotected is always amusing to me. but i'd also be interested in flipping it, she'd absolutely be the 'get down mr. president' champion and jump in front of all the bullets. )
[ m/m 21+. haesoo is 25 ftr. has a super famous ex step brother (potential for needing guarding from crazy fans, or similar things). worth stating that he's in denial about being in love with that ex step brother too. can go au easily. to discuss pm or comment here. ]
[ info. the guard. preference for a fantasy or historically appropriate setting (unspecified ancient world would do, ancient greece/rome is the kinda vibe she's modelled around), but willing to discuss as long as we're not doing modern. f/f for shipping. ]
[In these years after the fall of her home, Mithiel had found herself no longer capable of settling down like any good elf and making a place her home. How could she ever have a home again when hers had slipped beneath the sea? The songs had stopped or become unintelligible even to wise and ancient elven years. The secondborn forgot all but the name of her home, legends became myths, and elves in their grief shut the world out.
And she wandered, a walking wounded in soul if not body, half hoping that someone would try to take her out of it. An orc, an angry mortal, she didn't really care.
The leader of the tribe she had been helping these last few days had seen it in her eyes even though she masked it with a smile and somehow she had ended up being followed around by the fiercest-looking mortal woman she had ever seen.
It was late afternoon and she had decided to go out to gather more herbs to make medicines for the group before she moved on and could be allowed to disappear into the golden rolling hills or a nearby forest again.]
I appreciate the effort, but I will not perish collecting flowers. [Unfortunately.]
And she wandered, a walking wounded in soul if not body, half hoping that someone would try to take her out of it. An orc, an angry mortal, she didn't really care.
The leader of the tribe she had been helping these last few days had seen it in her eyes even though she masked it with a smile and somehow she had ended up being followed around by the fiercest-looking mortal woman she had ever seen.
It was late afternoon and she had decided to go out to gather more herbs to make medicines for the group before she moved on and could be allowed to disappear into the golden rolling hills or a nearby forest again.]
I appreciate the effort, but I will not perish collecting flowers. [Unfortunately.]
[ either the guarded or the guard, take your pick! ]
[ Likely the bodyguard.]
[ Either role! If the bodyguard likely to be in an unofficial capacity of taking protection for someone upon themself. On the other hand their dad was a masked vigilante in his day and there's always the chance one of his enemies found out his real identity and is looking to take some payback out on his kid so someone decides to see to it Wren has some protection. ]
((Could work for either role, even if he would hate being guarded. Better as a guard in wild/less inhabited places, but needing a guard against anything more sophisticated than a firefight in the jungle.))


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