“All right. So you don’t want to thump me. But what if I were someone else?”
“Who, for instance?”
“Who would you like to thump?”
“How about Guinevere?” Terence asked hopefully.
“Terence, you can’t go around thumping women. Especially her.”
“There, you see? What’s the sense of being a knight? I have to thump people I don’t want to thump, and I can’t thump people who would really be better off for a good thumping.”
“How about Sir Lancelot? You’d like to thump him, wouldn’t you?”
Terence thought about this. “No, I’d like to hang him by his toes over the edge of the North Tower.”
- The Squire, His Knight, and His Lady by Gerald Morris
#context is everything
as usual, I did no extra research for this, as far as clothing…or cudgels. My head cannon for Terrence keeps changing, cause I never know how old he is/what he’s supposed to look like, so don’t expect any consistency in the future.
Ian Murray and Rollo from the Outlander series (Diana Gabaldon)
I’m not sure about the designs but I was in the middle of the 8th book and had to try something. I didn’t do much research other than looking through my hundreds of kindle notes/bookmarks trying to find physical descriptions of Ian, and image searching ‘wolfhound wolf cross’ which didn’t really help that much. But YAY dramatic lighting!!?
Toothless said nothing. Neither did Hiccup. They circled the remains once, two pairs of solemn eyes taking in the damage. Scattered flames riding on wood chips dispersed with the currents of the ocean. The scent of Aspen swelled further, drowning their senses.
Toothless’ ear-plates tugged at the sound of a sharp inhale.
::Are you okay?::
It sounded like Hiccup was trying to get his breathing under control, but Toothless felt a hand rub behind the crown of his skull reassuringly.
::Did it help?::
“I don’t know,” Hiccup answered, his honesty shone through an otherwise coarse voice.