god I wish I had a pair of menacing black gauntlets with really sharp fingertip claws I bet it feels good as fuck to have your hands resting palm-down on a surface and then scratch some deep fucking gashes into it as you clench your hand a little closer to a fist when your evil minion delivers some bad news to you
ohhh fuck yeah, you understand
Emmrich: It's past my time. I'll endeavour to protect myself from my own emotional turmoil. not emotionally invested in anyone, i must focus on my work
Rook: exists
Emmrich: *sweating* oh bother
"not all men"
you're right, Gale of Waterdeep, City of Splendors, would never
It would be funny to get a pet pigeon, one that looks exacty like the feral pigeons in cities, and start making videos with an ongoing bit that random birds keep flying into your apartment. Just handheld footage of you filming your sweetie bird on your kitchen table like "look at this fucking thing. I can't keep my window open for TWO FUCKING MINUTES without some bullshit happening. Like mate just fuck off." and the pigeon, who knows and loves you, is just like "coo :3" and you fake-angry go "don't you fucking coo at me you feathered piece of-" and cut it short with a fake-terror scream as the pigeon flies right at you, summoned by a nonverbal command you made off-camera.
"If you accept any food from the fae, they shall never let you go" is a human belief. The fair folk stand by the principle that if you feed 'em, you gotta keep 'em. If wildlife learns to rely on you for food, you have already fucked up, and you can't just stop feeding them cold turkey. That human is your responsibility now. Because you left your peach cobbler unsupervised.
headphones aren't enough i need to eat the song




