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[SMS: Sonshine] Pardon me, oh Prince of Darkness, are you awake yet? It's only 1pm so I wasn't sure

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[mywolfishgrin]

"Thanks for not giving up on me."

"Oh, believe me, I came close," she said lightheartedly with a smile on her blood-stained face. Her hand rested against his warm tan cheek, gently caressing it with her thumb while her other hand applied pressure to a deep wound in the side of his abdomen. Her reserves were spent and her strength was gone, otherwise she’d have tried healing him herself. "I will never give up on you," she assured him. The battle was over, and only a handful of Stormcloaks remained; they were busy wading through the rivers of red that now ran through Solitude, looking for faces they recognized. A few cries of agony resonated against the city walls, but in between the wails was a silence so absolute, she swear she could hear Drogo’s heart beating faintly. "It’s all over now, Drogo. Our dreams of a family… they can happen now," she breathed with glassy eyes. "You’re going to make it through this, and we’re going to find ourselves a home and finally settle down. We’ll visit your family in Windhelm; your mother and sister will be so happy." Tears rolled down her face as a heavy gripped hers and squeezed it gently. "You’re going to be fine."

[mywolfishgrin]

"How many are there, then?"

Her head peaked out from behind the stone partition, and was quickly withdrawn back into safety. “Too many to count,” she answered with a disheartened sigh. Her eyes traveled to the few Stormcloaks left awaiting Drogo’s orders; each of their faces held a bit of fear, but more prominent was their determination and spirit. She turned to Drogo, her dear Drogo, and placed her hand on his that gripped his sword tightly. “What do you say, my love? Let’s give the Imperial fuckers a fight to remember.” 

[mywolfishgrin]

"I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious."

Alek crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at the stranger who happened across her and the body of a Thalmor justiciar. “Well, considering I’m the only other person here, I’d say it sounds like you’re accusing me. I found him like this, alright?” she said, lying through her teeth. “I’m not stupid enough to attack a justiciar.” Yes, she was.

[mywolfishgrin]

"You’re saying this was an accident?"

Alek met Nor’s eyes and nodded, “Yes, it was an accident. Or at least, it better have been." Njada and Alek had been sparring off in the training yard, and everyone knew Alek had a disdain for Njada (that was completely understandable considering that Njada had been a bitch to Alek the moment she arrived). She'd never do anything to purposely hurt Njada, but would that work both ways? Alek looked down at her bandaged forearm and narrowed her eyes, "If she injured me on purpose, and I find out, she's going to wish she was dead by the time I get through with her."

[mywolfishgrin]

"What are friends for, ey?"

She smiled, despite the pain she felt in her ankle. After taking a nasty fall, she’d either sprained it or broke it, and Kael graciously offered to help get her back to a healer. She rested most of her weight on him and it was slow going at first, that is until Kael became impatient and decided to just carry her there, ignoring her arguments. Finally giving up her protests, she sighed and stopped squirming, “Friends are for carrying each other? Well, I’m sorry, Kael. I’m not carrying you anywhere… evening if you’ve got arrows in every hole and crevice.”

[mywolfishgrin]

Alek headcanon: She has a thing for tattoos and scars and men or mer who are a bit taller than her. If someone fits all three (four if you count being male) of these, she'll most likely find them attractive want to get in their pants.

[mywolfishgrin]

Of Honor and Murder ||closed with scalesandsecrets||

"I know you usually go out and get the game yourself, but I, uh, ended up getting a bit too much," Alek explained, holding up the covered basket full of raw meat. "As surprising as it is, we have too much in Jorrvaskr, and I'd hate to see this all go to waste."

Anoriath eyed the basket and thought for a moment before responding, "I'm willing to bargain for it, but only because you saved my ass that one time. Let me see what you got in there before I make an offer."

She pulled the cloth away and rested the basket on his stall. "It's all deer and elk meat. Fresh, obviously. Killed and cleaned by yours truly." 

"These are some very fine cuts. How about 30 gold for them?"

Alek crossed her arms and gave him an insulted look, "You're going to have to do better than that." As she spoke, a familiar scent reached her, causing her to turn around. Approaching the market was an Argonian who had once saved her life, but she hadn't seen him since. "You know what?" she began, turning back to the Bosmer, "I'll take the 30 gold."

He handed her the money, and she quickly took it before walking over to Nor. "Well, it's been a while since I last saw my favorite assassin," she teased in a quiet tone, ensuring no one else could hear.