ME/Skyrim - The Interspecies Talk, or: In which things are incredibly awkward for Erik the turian
I talked to Sev and HistoryMiss awhile ago about writing this; finally sort of finished it.
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Erik is very confused when Basja asks him out for drinks.
He likes Basja, he really does. She tosses him extra thermal clips when they’re out fighting, doesn’t yell at him when he eats all of her cereal, and is just generally the scary-awesome older sister that he never had. But that’s just it – sister. And, okay, she has a nice fringe, but he’s really more partial to Skuld’s, and Farkas might headbutt him through a wall if he thought that he was interested in Basja. Which he isn’t.
But Basja his asking him out to drinks and that is confusing.
He ends up agreeing anyway, because she’s very adamant that he come with her.
He gets less confused when they actually go out – turns out she’s taking him to some bar that serves only dextro stuff, and he assumes that, okay, this isn’t a date, it’s just the only two turians on the ship going out to get drinks and not having to worry that they might accidentally pick up something that will kill them.
So, less awkward. Much less awkward. They sit down at a table with high-legged chairs made for turians and their long legs, and Erik catches his feet over one of the rungs, knees nearly hitting the bottom of the table. Basja orders something that’s got a really sharp bite to it, and Erik orders the sweetest sounding thing on the drinks list, which just happens to be bright pink. When their drinks come, he sips on it self consciously, while Basja leans back in her chair, one leg hooked over the other, glass held casually in her hand.
“So, Erik,” she says after taking a sip of her alcohol. “I hear you like Skuld.”
Erik chokes on his drink.
((Continuation of this part of the event ( http://ask-wdcandlondon.tumblr.com/post/50306214795 ) if you didn’t remember.))
((Added note: Stupid tumblr won’t let me link the text.))
Danse Macabre
The cobblestones clatter with hundred of visiting footsteps, the square buzzes with dozens of languages. The visitors gape at the old buildings lining the square, remnants of an age that the tourists only have a vague sense of- perhaps they’re medieval, or eighteenth century baroque, or from this past decade but designed to look old to draw people in. It doesn’t really matter to them: old is old is old, whether it’s hundreds of years or only two.
But there is one thing in the square that holds the attention of even the most cynical among them: the clock tower overlooking the square. At this hour, it stands silhouetted against the afternoon sky, adding to the sinister aura surrounding it. Its stones are darkened with time and the filth of human history; and with the shadows draped over it, it looks unnaturally black.
Surrounded by dark stones, the clock face itself still shines with splendor. It always does, though no one has ever been known to tend to it. The clock face is huge, circles upon circles showing not just the minutes and hours passing, but weeks, months, years, stars as well. Fanciful reliefs, sculptures, and painted designs decorate the tower. Devils and angels, flowers and thorns, villains and heroes, and one particular skeleton at the top of the clock face holding a rose and a bell rope, all of them watch the time pass them by.
0: Height
5’5
1: Age
Grandma
2: Shoe size
8-9
3: Do you smoke?
Not anymore.
4: Do you drink?
Yes.
5: Do you take drugs?
Shit no.
6: Age you get mistaken for
I’ve gotten 12-17 all the way to 40, you tell me!
7: Have tattoos?
No. Never really got to that.
8: Want any tattoos?
Yes.
9: Got any piercings?
Several!
10: Want any piercings?
Yep!
11: Best friend?
Natalie, and there are a few on tumblr and you know who you are
12: Relationship status
Desperate
13: Biggest turn ons
Biting, scratching, that shit
14: Biggest turn offs
There are so many…
15: Favorite movie
I don’t even know right now.
16: I’ll love you if…
You’re like me
17: Someone you miss
No one, really
18: Most traumatic experience
Walking out of my fathers graveyard after closing time with Natalie, oh my god
19: A fact about your personality
I’m perfect.
20: What I hate most about myself
Nothing.
21: What I love most about myself
Everything.
22: What I want to be when I get older
A cop, or a psychology professor
23: My relationship with my sibling(s)
Not really one there
24: My relationship with my parent(s)
Fantastic.
25: My idea of a perfect date
I don’t know.
26: My biggest pet peeves
Listening to people fucking eat, I can’t do it
27: A description of the girl/boy I like
Perfect.
28: A description of the person I dislike the most
Chipmunk face, short and tacky hair, pale, big ass eyes, bad sense of style, try hard/die hard hipster teen
29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend
To maintain their relationship.
30: What I hate the most about work/school
The people.
31: What my last text message says
“ich hoffe,”
32: What words upset me the most
“troll”
33: What words make me feel the best about myself
I don’t know
34: What I find attractive in women
All of the typical shit
35: What I find attractive in men
All of the typical shit
36: Where I would like to live
California, Germany
37: One of my insecurities
Art.
38: My childhood career choice
I don’t remember.
39: My favorite ice cream flavor
Butter pecan
40: Who I wish I could be
Me
41: Where I want to be right now
At the beach.
42: The last thing I ate
Better pecan ice cream
43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately
Angelina Jolie
44: A random fact about anythingBall pythons have two dicks
