i truly enjoy the idea that a low-chaos daud retires to a vineyard in serkonos to try his hand at being a vintner
True to his word, Daud fades from the memory of those who he haunted in the city, trading the shadows of Dunwall for the sun-drenched steppes of Serkonos. It is with luck (and more than a little bit of coin) that he finds a tiny vineyard for sale, a few miles out from Saggunto.
It is quiet in the fields, quiet enough to hear the murmured conversations of the loyal men who followed him here as they tend to the vines. They are a good bunch (like these grapes), he thinks, and he is grateful for their dedication.
The first few years are rough, inexperience and doubt wearing at him like hooks at whale. But he learns, consults with those wiser than he at the art of tending to living things, and it gets better in stages.
The work is hard, but there is something honest about the soft falling of grapes into pails and the lines of sweat running down his back as he thins tender shoots from vines.
When the wine is decent, its smoky vanilla and oak overtones lingering in his mouth like the smoke from his cigarette, Daud sends a single bottle across the sea to Dunwall. There is no note, no words he can bring himself to put to paper, but he knows that Corvo will understand.
I’ve never been to a wineyard aka writing bloggy
Low Chaos Daud hurts in such a good way. I adore this.
UMM i saw a really cute purple strapon and thought it would be cute if kirigiri wore it, thats my story, bye,
i am s o rry
has anyone done this yet
ive always wondered why it was necessary to take off your pants in the arsenal
I knew this was bound to happen omc