shatteredwhitecrow:
iamthefirechild:
“You make less sense with every word that comes out of your mouth! Also, no. No with the assuming and the condescending. Don’t do that.”
“Explain.”
”—Good, then my job here is done.”
“I’m not in need of a therapist, and while I do have my reasons for wanting to vanish from this place, I’m not one to share things easily, this one mostly because it would involve telling my entire existence, and it’s a complete contrast of who I am, thus it’s a foolish thing to tell someone whom I don’t even know the name yet, don’t you agree?”
Promptly, “My name is Summer. Summer Rainault.”
“I think I’ll go with you. Where are we going?”
maidensknight:
iamthefirechild:
maidensknight:
Put “What’s my prize?” in my ask. I’ll use a random number generator and your character gets a free pass to…:
17. Put my character in an embarrassing costume.
“Well, I suppose it could have been worse.”
“But I am not fair.” With a twisted, humourless smile, she turned away to rummage through a curtained-off area. “If you wish to earn your answer, it’ll have to be with more than a foolish jape, I think.” Summer laid a dress over a chair, turning back to eye him.
As she disappeared behind the curtain, Gwaine dropped the mail onto the floor and began untying his gambeson, expressive brows knitting together. “I have to earn it?” he asked her when she returned. “And how must I do that, hmm?”
She just laughed at him. “You just want me to give you all the answers, and nothing in return! Offer me something, my lord, and we’ll see.”
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