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Solitude wasn’t Rosewood’s favorite place in Skyrim. It was far from the worst - that was definitely Windhelm - but she found being anywhere near the headquarters of the Imperial Army was draining and troublesome. However, she was a spy, and a spy sometimes had to go places they didn’t like. If she could live through Elenwen’s parties, she could stand a trip to Solitude. After all, she had business to attend.
The two weren’t exactly easy to find, especially considering she only had a vague sense of what she was looking for. Nobody would go out of their way to help a suspected Thalmor spy (if they only knew!), regardless of where her loyalties lie, so she found herself wandering the city for several hours before finally finding who she was looking for. Two elves, backs turned to her but most likely, hopefully, who she was looking for.
She hesitated, then tapped the shoulder of the one clothed in purples and blacks to get their attention. “Pardon me, are you- ah, that is, I’ve been looking for two mer named Esme and Aedel? I have a business inquiry.”
The taller of the two turned around first, beaming at the stranger as if she was an old friend, a family member, someone close to her heart instead of the odd Altmer out who approached them from nowhere.
"Look at you, you're darling! Amelie, do you know this little sunbeam?" the elf practically giggled her way through her whole sentence, glittering eyes searching the whole of the Altmer's figure, "Goodness, this is awkward--- you have magnificent bone structure. You should take care of yourself!"
'Amelie' smiled as well, dark eyelashes and heavy lids hiding dagger-sharp eyes. He leaned against his sister, holding onto her arm as he spoke.
"Maybe-- who are you? Have we met?" his smile was lopsided yet ultimately well meaning, yet past his tender smile he picked over her appearance, lingering, watching her eyes for something, anything dangerous. "Esme and Aedel are awful, you wouldn't want them. You shouldn't be rubbing elbows with gutter folk, what business would you have with them?"
The twins both grinned at her gently, silent, expectant, Esme measuring the length between her skull and her spine, her eyes and her brain, Aedel searching her expression, her clothes, her whole shape for the tell-tale bulge of hidden blade beneath fabric or belt. Never once do either of them remove their smiling eyes from her shape.
☼ Personality + ✉ Intelligence
☼ Personality
“Sticky little thing, huh? Cactus. Pricker. Little briar blossom. Wants you there, wants you in there, wants to lick the palpebral flaps above your eyes. Wants you close, and then he wants to stab you. Right in the belly. Right in the belly just as fast as he’d kiss you. Flesh too close but not far enough not to rip it right open. Fucked up!”
✉ Intelligence
“Hah. Intelligence is fucked. Don’t care-- book smarts are just as good as being able to split open a belly. Send a broken bone, a split, pouty lip to a scholar, a magician, stares at it for an hour then tries to console ‘stead of fix. Bosmer midwife who’s never been licked by a book knows eighty ways to stitch up a stab wound or how to cancel out the poison in your belly. It’s fucked.”
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✿ Appearance
☼ Personality
✉ Intelligence
☠ Battle Prowess
♥ Romantic Potential
✘ Secrets
☯ Decisions
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//I drew em both ‘cause why not
grendel & mother / beowulf: a thousand years of baggage
but now be careful when carving up that man-meat
when slipping that knife full from calf down to man feet
that last batch was foul
by spleen and split bowel
the urine and feces surely spoil any meat
even human
ghost quartet starters // pt. 1
"I don't even know how to begin."
"I don't even know who I am."
"I stay awake most nights."
"I don't know if this is me at all."
"When I was a child I used to play with all the voices in my head."
"That's not me anymore."
"I'm all alone."
"Let me read you a story."
"Here, have some whiskey."
"You need to take care of yourself!"
"This store has been in my family for four generations."
"You have a beautiful name."
"I'll tell you the story..."
"Hold me tight!"
"I'm a little confused, and more than a little frightened."
"I don't believe any of this!"
"Don't you remember?"
"I am a ghost in the eyes of my god."
"I will become the next big thing."
"Nothing I see is here anymore."
"I dread the future."
"The odors of flowers are oppressive to me."
"A sickness has taken over."
"Where's my little girl?"
"Why did you leave me?"
"Why did you disappear?"
"I am a soldier and as a soldier, I have gotten used to death."
"Ghosts don't bother me anymore."
"Some moaning in the night isn't any big thing."
"Come here, _________"
"Look me in the eyes."
"I've got mine coming, it's just a matter of time."
"Sit down in my lap."
"Even I began to cry and tremble."
"Baby, I could never hurt you."
"Would you believe me?"
"Do you believe in love?"
"I don't believe in anything."
"Please wait until I'm drunk."
"I won't speak. I won't say a word."
"I won't come back to haunt you."
"I don't have the time."
"I never saw anything I couldn't blame on my mind."
"I don't believe in ghosts."
"I wish I could sing like that!"
"I'm confounded by music."
"I'm confused by the notion that somebody loves me."
"A clarivoyant told me once I've got an old soul."
"How does he do it?"
"Oh lord."
"That doesn't mean I don't love you."
"I don't care much for God."
"I love a good rebellion!"
"Maybe I don't wanna know."
"I look in your eyes, and the fairies come."
"I'm under your spell!"
"I'm lost and I don't care at all."
send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number.
silentonthehunt-memes:
If the generator is being lame, just choose something that works for the muses.
aggressive/angry kiss
all over kiss
back kiss
cheek kiss
firm kiss
shy kiss
first kiss
forehead kiss
french kiss
gentle kiss
scar kiss
hand kiss
jawline kiss
last kiss
neck kiss
rain kiss
friendly kiss
chaste kiss
stomach kiss
underwater kiss
upside down kiss
spin the bottle kiss
an eskimo kiss
butterfly kisses ( eyelash kiss )
a kiss pressed to each fingertip
a kiss on the hairline
a kiss to the temples
a kiss to the corner of the mouth
a kiss to bruised skin
a kiss on the knuckles
Hot, Steamy kiss
Forced Kiss
Nose Kiss
Gentle Peck
Romantic Kiss
Eyelid Kiss
Collarbone Kiss
Chest/Breast Kiss
Kiss Along the Hips
Navel Kiss
Goofy Kiss
Forceful Kiss
Reunion Kiss
Then there’s tongue
Bear Hug
Sleepy hug
Cuddle hug
Unreciprocated hug
“Far too long since we’ve seen each other” hug
From behind hug
“Something scared me” hug
The Lift hug
One armed hug
The Leg hug
Friendly hug
The emotional hug
Failed hug
Run and Jump hug
Romantic hug
Side hug
Comforting hug
Family hug
Hug around waist
Clinging hug
‘’Don’t let go’’ hug
‘’I thought I’d never see you again” hug
Warm hug
Awkward hug
Cold hug
“The same nightmare keeps haunting me.." (ANOTHER THREAD FOR THE BURNING PILE)
“Of what? If… if I may ask,” the halfling said softly, concern on her face.
Aedel let out a long breath, a soft, hollow spot forming in his chest. One could practically smell the discomfort on him.
"I dunno," he lied, face heating up out of nervousness, "Someone I knew before. Speakin' all cozy and sweet with me, as if nothing ever happened. As if they didn't turn my ass in and got my face rearranged in prison. You wanna know why there's a dent in my ribcage? They're why. But I speak cozy and sweet back to them. Straight-up, fuckin', cooing in the dirt."
He pressed the whole of his face into his hands, a soft groan escaping him. He felt feverish and afraid and too vulnerable and ripped open bare, his chest torn open, but what he felt most of all was nausea, plain and awful.
"Couldn't it've been one of th' stupid dreams? Doesn't make sense."
Alright, I've kept quiet long enough. Who wants to hear some of Aedel's trashy poetry? There's so much of it-- so much!!