Hell, I'm the runt of the litter. Could be a bastard myself. Can get that, though. Sorta the same back North. Used to swap for other villages, keep from fucking your cousins so much.
Now, Orlais... once they got titles, start tracking it for all the wrong reasons.
Nothing dramatic. Just ended, as things do. We were trying it out — some people do marriages just one year, like, as a test run to figure out if they’re good for each other — and we went two years. She was more an indoors type and at first that was kinda nice, having someone to come home to, someone to warm my bed in the winter. But I kept going out on extended scouting trips, had a hard time convincing her that it wasn’t her, that I wasn’t avoiding home or anything, I just liked being out in the field by myself. And I got—
[ she hesitates, ]
Bored? I guess? Wanted something new. Variety. Started getting a little cabin fever-y. And after I could tell that I wanted to fuck someone else, then that just wasn’t fair to her anymore and it was time to give it up.
Took it okay. I mean we screamed and cried at each other for a little bit, but then it was… what do the nobles always call it? An amicable split or whatever. She didn’t want to stab me and I didn’t want to take a shit in her bed, so think that means we came out alright. She moved back home to her hold. We’re friendly, if we run into each other on trading trips.
[ it feels like she’s allowed to be nosy now in turn: ]
[ a snort for shitting in her bed – but he rumbles something near acceptance. yeah, that comes out alright. beats a bad end, especially somewhere small. never know when you'll need a rebound. ]
Money. Those contracts, again. Supposed to merge it all, you know, hers and mine. But she's got family in her ear, riling her up. Don't like a human in their business.
[ they don't. that's, maybe, independent of everything else. ]
She'll come around. Figure she got it out of her system with the crossbow.
[ the second thought only hits her a moment later — was that too mean to joke about? — but there’s a certain flippant thoughtlessness that comes more easily around lazar. she’s taking the piss. obvvvviously. ]
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Now, Orlais... once they got titles, start tracking it for all the wrong reasons.
[ anyway ]
So what happened with the wife?
[ and her monogamy kink ]
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[ she hesitates, ]
Bored? I guess? Wanted something new. Variety. Started getting a little cabin fever-y. And after I could tell that I wanted to fuck someone else, then that just wasn’t fair to her anymore and it was time to give it up.
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he doesn't say it. not because he wouldn't, because he's more interested in: ]
How'd she take it?
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[ it feels like she’s allowed to be nosy now in turn: ]
Why’s yours want space?
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Money. Those contracts, again. Supposed to merge it all, you know, hers and mine. But she's got family in her ear, riling her up. Don't like a human in their business.
[ they don't. that's, maybe, independent of everything else. ]
She'll come around. Figure she got it out of her system with the crossbow.
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Did she shoot you or the family with the crossbow?
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Jayce. He’s almost tall as you, and got the shoulders. Just need to make him grow that stubble out into a real beard.
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[ the second thought only hits her a moment later — was that too mean to joke about? — but there’s a certain flippant thoughtlessness that comes more easily around lazar. she’s taking the piss. obvvvviously. ]
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