[Well, that was something else. She can't help it, she hates it, but her mind does go to Denerim, to those torture chambers that she saw. I like tying him up and hurting him. The people that she'd seen--The lucky ones were dead. She could see their twisted bodies, the marks on their flesh. And there were the ones that were alive, beyond saving. Alive only in the most technical term, beyond anything but pain. They'd had to help them.
And another man, in the same castle, only a year or so earlier, who liked hurting women. Tried to hurt her. Tabris had to take care of him too.
But Nate is different, he is neither his father, nor Vaughn, and she trusts him like she trusts few others. And it wasn't like she was new to this kind of thing, Krem had been helping her experiment, test her boundaries, what she liked and didn't like. But it was easier to separate Krem, a mercenary from a foreign land, from a Ferelden noble, from his son.
She's turned her eyes down, her expression neutral as she thinks. When she speaks, though, she flicks her gaze up to Nathaniel. She probably shouldn't be jumping to too many conclusions--Not yet.]
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Date: 2015-06-02 09:58 pm (UTC)From:And another man, in the same castle, only a year or so earlier, who liked hurting women. Tried to hurt her. Tabris had to take care of him too.
But Nate is different, he is neither his father, nor Vaughn, and she trusts him like she trusts few others. And it wasn't like she was new to this kind of thing, Krem had been helping her experiment, test her boundaries, what she liked and didn't like. But it was easier to separate Krem, a mercenary from a foreign land, from a Ferelden noble, from his son.
She's turned her eyes down, her expression neutral as she thinks. When she speaks, though, she flicks her gaze up to Nathaniel. She probably shouldn't be jumping to too many conclusions--Not yet.]
Alright. What's your proposal?