Bequilles's Links
Ah, the pest himself.
What is there to say about Bart -- aside from him being the biggest moron I have ever met. Have I mentioned I call him "Malai"? It translates to "Idiot" in my native tongue. It has to be the most fitting name he could ever receive.
...But I would be lying if I said that my life hasn't benefited from Bart's arrival. I intended for him to be nothing more than a pawn, yet this bastard somehow dug his nails in to me and I cannot let him go. We hardly see eye to eye, but I do take his words into consideration. I don't intend for him to know that.
Despite our arguments and his annoying behavior, I find it hard to imagine life without him. With each passing day, it feels as if I need him around that much more... Another detail I don't want him knowing.
Perhaps if I can find a way to drop him in a random location and abandon him, I'll be rid of these pesky thoughts and these unfitting feelings.
My best friend. Talented, beautiful, exacting and powerful. The definition of Magnificent. He impresses me everyday in how he thinks, acts, his handle on his magic, and ability keep looking as fabulous and well put together as he always does. Don't tell him that though. He's a big fuckin asshole whose head needs to be sufficiently shrunk. Still, he's my best friend, and I'm rather fond of even his most insufferable behavior, even though it makes me want to punch him in his smug face. He's supremely fun to pull pranks on because he always reacts and gets so mad. Or he catches me. It's delightfully thrilling and I love the look on his face when I pull one over on him. He's not afraid to pay me back either, so the fun never ends. Sometimes he goes a little too far though. He keeps a lot of secrets and I'm eager to find out what they are, though I've had very mixed results. Sometimes, I find I can't confront him at all and just pretend like I don't know in an attempt to retroactively respect his privacy. But he also butted in trying to pull things out of me that I wasn't sure I was ready to share. It's a balance. I don't want to lose him. He can be about as reckless as I am sometimes, but he tends to be fairly capable most days. I still worry about him. He needs to be kept safe. He needs a voice of reason just as much as I do.... It's weird. I look back so fondly on those days when it was just us traveling around getting on each other's last nerve while searching for Orvot. But I much prefer things as they are now, than how they were back then.
He's that weird blacksmith guy mom said could sell on the island. he made me armor once. I still have it. I may not be able to wear it anymore, but it sits in a prominent display in my room. Ebony used to say that it really showed my dedication to commission armor at such an early age. The best money I ever spent, honestly.
I have mixed feelings about this guy and I can't seem to place it. is it weird to say that he reminds me of my dad? I can't say why, but he honestly does. perhaps it's the way he talks.