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[bladedwoe]

( Astrid ; continued )

        ❝ Think of it as a message from a friend, ❞ the coo of a mother’s tone is hidden away beneath her cowl. In the open slit of her shroud, her eyes lingered on the archmage’s face. Astrid’s gloved hand rests upon the opened parchment, concealing the candlelight that made shadows dance along the yellowed paper, obscuring the content inside. Astrid folded it once to carry it with her on her journey, but now the note was open as if to say “Come on, take a peak” in the way an extended hand is more receptive than a crossed arm. 

        Astrid notices the shimmering ball of ice forming in between her fingertips, but she only gives the spectacle a passing glance. She knows the spell will pierce large icicles in her light armor, but Astrid has the confidence that she’ll be able to charm the archmage into sheathing her spell at this moment. 

        Her glove moves away from the parchment sitting on her table and she steps back, looking down at her while a grin pokes at the edges of her lips beneath the cowl. She tilts her head, watching the other with intrigue before she speaks in that calm, confident lilt of hers as if she’s not dressed in an assassin’s attire. ❝ Who would have thought an archmage would have made so many enemies? ❞ She ponders aloud, but a few answers already come to mind. Astrid was well aware that nobody is innocent, as much as they claim to be. ❝ But I have a solution, ❞ she adds right after, crossing her arms and letting her chin rest against her palm. This movement slowly tugs the red cloth a touch above her nose.

        ❝ That letter I gave you there, ❞ she points at the letter laid out on her desk, ❝ details an order for your murder. I know who penned the letter. If you make a contract with the Dark Brotherhood--with me--you will have this individual off your back. Then you can continue your studies without any interruptions. You are a studious scholar, are you not? We wouldn’t want any more distractions, would we? ❞ A grin tugs more at her lips and her eyes lower, portraying a sense of ease, relaxation, and conviction in her words. She truly believed she would be able to make a deal with her on the spot. 

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Narinder noticed that in this realm, many referred to him as a.. Khajiit was it? He assumes that's some sort of feline and he's seen some other feline sorts in this world. So it was rather easy to fit in. But right now he wasn't sure if this world was suitable for his cult. It seems there was already beliefs in this land.

The god sees a strange reptilian, noting another animal like person he has seen other than cats. He slowly approaches her and waves a hand.

"Hello.. Might I ask you a few questions?'

[5ithis]

❝ I hope you have something nice to wear, because you’re going to a wedding. ❞ // does she mean their wedding? yeah maybe shes trying to be smooth

there’s a soft tsk’ing noise that escapes crimson snout, lips turned up into a slight grin as nexith looked down to his soon to be wife. her words were a soft spark in his stomach, orange eyes fixated on the shorter argonian. “ oh really? “ he retorted, a clawed hand reaching down to hold kasaen’s in his own. in all honesty.. he was nervous. nexith had never really loved anyone before kasaen came along, and now? here he was, betrothed. the idea seemed almost foreign to him, yet it felt.. right.

if nexith had told his past self he would be getting ready to be married, he knew that he would’ve laughed in his face. did he even own anything nice to wear? shit.. nexith hummed softly, brows furrowing a little in thought. “ i.. might have something lying around. “ the male murmured, the soft clearing of his throat filling the silence. “ wasn’t really one to wear niceties when i spent all my time getting clothes bloody, kas. “ and it was true. sure, he had to wear disguises and dress ‘fancy’ for parties, trying to scout out a contract or two, but.. it’s not like he kept the clothes for himself. still, a wedding is a big deal. he was sure to find something that would be suitable enough.

[tamedgod]

76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . // for either Xiaolong or Haru's Skyrim verse mayhaps

she's like a shadow, blending in with the dark as if it were her home, watching the other pick through their things. grey eyes are reflective in the glow of the magelights she'd left lit near the encampment, the only giveaway of her location as she remained pressed to the wall. it was no surprise given the heavy storm outside that this old fort had attracted others beside herself and xiaolong, but it made her nervous all the same. unlike him, she didn't have the ability to act so careless -- yet curiosity killed the cat.

"if you're looking for food, it's better of you to ask."

she chances a peek, leaning out from the shade she'd blended into, feline ears down in hesitancy and tail flicking from her nerves. haru could only hope that food was what they'd come for, and not any of the arcane things xiao had stored away; he had a tendency to collect things that attracted others, it seemed. remaining where she is on the wall, the cat watches the argonian closely in study, for any hints of foul play. with any luck, xiao would be back soon, and they could leave before anyone else showed up.

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[eritvita]

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With that spinning Spiral of the multitude of Eyes and Mouths and murmuring sounds what glean close to nameless gibbering, Roland the Poet, the Scholar, the ever-winding strain of innocent Curiosity and the Soothe, picks a piece of those not-books from one of their not-shelves, and flicks the unpages to find the Words in a heinous scrawl so similar to the Common Tongue; yet, beautifully dissimilar, and bound enough to hath Roland impossibly beaming.

"Art thou so sure?" inquires he, as he flips pages and runs the tips of his fingers to catch that shadow of the fading ink; to think of polite circumstances, of a hunched-o'er Form what hast written down these very Words. "The limitless Beings beyond our capacity for Mortal and neigh comprehensible Thought art above our own heads, and buried amidst the black ground, and perchance Sheogorath hast something of a cackling Cue to mix this sect of Pen and Quill." And, finding his fill for Understanding, Roland places this book back upon its sacred shelf, and looks again for another.

"Perchance a whittl'ng of Dyus at the behest of low-voiced Jyggalag, in interwoven snatchings from the backrooms of Herma-Mora. Wouldst ever they conglomerate?" asks he, sudden and wondering in this stretch of a New Thought. "Hast they, I inquire?"

[ingolds-archived]

@acuityfeed. — “ i’ve been finally catching up on years of sleep the last few weeks. ”

“ how long has it been since you last slept? ”

theo knows what it is to be tired – to have exhaustion settled so deep it feels like it’s part of their core being, thick and viscous and content to stay forever. those years of a couple hours of sleep here and there and no more were behind them, left in the wasteland of some two hundred odd years ago, but it wasn’t an experience so easily forgotten. in their dreams, in their waking memories, that fog about their head lurked just out of reach, eager to sink its claws into them again.

they sleep freely now, no longer plagued by the threat of men finishing the job they had started on him, and when he had finally realized it, his sleep had been a lot like kas describes: deep, dark, heavier than almost every rest before it. there was a lot of it to catch up on.

“ i hope the good fortune continues. we all need more rest. ”

bad omens / accepting

[the27percent]

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Offering a little help here and there didn't seem to be much trouble for Atieno. They always knew that there was the risk that such help was not wanted, or appreciated. And they were deeply prepared to move on quickly if that were the case.

That didn't seem to be the situation here. And so they were content to offer their assistance, adding that needed pressure to make sure the wound was stabilized.

"You're welcome. I know I didn't have to.. but I was around and I figured that I might as well while I was here. "

In terms of payment for their efforts, Atieno gave a small shrug.

"Honestly I hadn't really thought that far out about.. requiring anything from you about it. "