OTA | don't hurt me no more

[matchymatchy]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: yo
RECIPIENT: yall
WHAT: match game set
WHEN: now-ish
WHERE: kirkwall
NOTES: n/a

Inquisition,

I understand there has been a temporary disruption in your administration, [ a light clap ] No matter! We'll muddle through it together.

Ottoline Gardet-Lorier — you may call me Otto — of Tantervale, and it's a pleasure to meet all of you by more than reputation. I'll be summering in Kirkwall this year and lending you my services, that we might find the diplomat inside each of us.

[ ayyy ]

Let's begin! Tell me: What is love?

On a related topic, I must speak immediately with those Rifter elves present.

Comments

[matchymatchy]

[ what's a mara, what's an arkay, has anyone told these people you can fuck even when you're flushed

whatever that doesn't matter now ]

The Inquisition once published a number of pamphlets in the South. Featured among them was a lovely portrait of an elven woman — in certain corners she quite came to be the face of Rifters. A kinder one, certainly, than these terrible rumours of demons.

[elegiaque]

( BUTTING IN )

I really have to object to the Inquisition being credited for my work.

[matchymatchy]

A Lady's Observations — [ typically require a lady ] — Could not have been observed outside their hospitality.

[elegiaque]

Nevertheless, they did not publish anything.

[matchymatchy]

Of course, you're quite correct.

[ in that it's better to save this argument for after she's hit up her father ]

[rowancrowned]

[ oh my god are there sex books about galadriel now. ]

[earthbones]

[Goddess of love, sex, marriage, should've kept asking and she would've told you the slightly more salacious part o that story about a pulse against the darkness and drum-play.

But whatever, this might be something like business and that's been slow outside hammering at a forge or petty theft.]

Is it worth much to you to track her down beyond this? I have more experience than that than of love.

[matchymatchy]

Not terribly much, I'm afraid — I'm certain she's a credit unto herself, but I'm rather more interested in those faces the world hasn't seen. When should we arrange your portrait for?

[earthbones]

Why would you want a portrait of my face? You haven't even seen my face.

[What if she doesn't have a face what is this?]

[matchymatchy]

That's precisely the point, dear. Easier to sympathize with someone known to you, isn't it? Or at least someone you can see won't drip flaming ichor on the carpets.

[earthbones]

Easier to look at a painting, then know exactly what face belongs to the back you'll be sticking the knife in.

[matchymatchy]

I hardly intend to paint your spine.

[ pleasantly, as though she’s completely missed the point. because what is the point when no one has to look farther than a hand before they start stabbing. ]

[earthbones]

It's an interesting one, you'd get to see the dragon scars. Not many folk have seen that.

[Look she read you part of a sexy poem and she's a Bosmer, it's better to strip off and have a sexy back painting than a dubious face painting where she'd look, quite frankly, murderous.]