Don't You Wanna Get Away From The Same Old Part You Gotta Play

28-29. Линии || Along the Line (part 2)

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POV you're encountered the Inquisitor during her first (and probably the only) smoking break of the day

Oh lol. It was a really patho-esque experience when one night all of my skin suddenly broke out in suspicious red itchy patches for a mysterious reason. Doctors diagnosed me with chronic spontaneous urticaria, but I know for sure it is Sand Plague. The thing is still with me, so I guess Mother Earth just really hates me.

Anyway, fuck that healer. If they bring you a shmowder, share with me. If they don't, I am becoming the Plague's loyal ally.

I wonder if it’s a common thing for patho fandom to get at least one symptom of cold and diagnose yourself with Sand Plague. Like, it could be anything, but my Lines scream it is what it is. We know the truth, guys.

P.S. I would be indescribably grateful if you brought me a shmowder. Idk what healer didn’t manage to finish the daily task, but I already hear the Executor standing in front of my door.

im just thinking about Yulia and Aglaya starting their romance while them working for the Inquisition.

How their feelings are strange: unexplainable, unpredictable, dangerous — i guess inquisitors mustn’t show attraction to anyone to stay completely focused even on the dangerous missions, and also because one won’t be able to threat their significant other to manipulate, and millions of other reasons

But they are hopeless lesbians. Even if Yulia’s fatalistic theory predicts they won’t be together for long. Even if Aglaya tries to think rationally. No matter what, they love each other.

They don’t go on dates, they don’t kiss each other in public, they both are allergic to stupid romantic gestures as rose bouquets. For them things like smoking together after work are a thousand times more meaningful.