#aerybel

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“We're alone now, you could kiss me."

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A faint hint of a smile then, Nor letting out an idle sigh in turn. “I suppose that is true,” the Argonian began, one hand reaching up and ghosting along the edge of Aerybel’s chin. “Though I fear my lips are not exactly designed for such a task, so I’m afraid you’ll have to settle for nuzzles for the time being,” he added, leaning in to press briefly against the corner of the womer’s cheek.

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“What are you doing in my room?”

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A slight smile then, Nor knowing better than to take the womer’s somewhat incredulous sounding tone with any particular seriousness. So instead the assassin turns to face her with a grin, Nor idly smoothing a few wrinkles from the fabric of his cloak as he does so.

“Roadtrip. Now. You and me. I know you’ve been itching to go somewhere,” the Argonian replied with another smile and held aloft a bag. “I’ve even already packed some things for you. That way we can leave post haste.”

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💤 reverse

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An idle scratch at Nor’s jaw before he reaches over to turn a page, the assassin letting out a relaxed sounding sigh. There was nothing quite like a nice, quiet evening during which he could unwind and catch up on a bit of reading, and even more so when there was pleasant company looking to do the same.

A brief glance is aimed over the womer currently sharing the space next to him, an idle smile at his lips before he turns his attentions back to his previous commitment. The next moment, however, the Argonian suddenly feels a weight at his side, Nor glancing away from his book to find Aerybel quite obviously asleep at his shoulder. The simple sight is enough to elicit a smile from the assassin, Nor more than content to let her rest as long as she needed.

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💤

Send “💤” for my muse to fall asleep while resting against yours.

A wide yawn as Nor stares at the crackling fire, the Argonian idly nudging a chunk of wood closer to the flame with the toe of his boot. The evening wasn’t too far along yet, but the assassin was already finding it difficult to keep his attentions on things. Not the fire in front of him, or the sounds of the wind in the trees, or even the womer that was seated next to him and currently writing away in a book. The pair had yet to even mention sleeping shifts, though generally they managed to space them fairly evenly. Neither of them were all the heavy of sleepers, after all, and all to accustomed to be up and ready to do something at the drop of a hat.

This evening was seeming to break the mold with that however, the Argonian’s body apparently in need of a bit extra rest after their day. Another yawn leaves his lips. Surely Aerybel wouldn’t mind him resting his eyes for just a moment, he thought, both his eyes and his frame drooping slightly as his fatigue overtook him.

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⚠

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A start when Nor hears a sudden noise close to his current spot, the Argonian lowering his dagger only when he sees just who it was. It’s a clear sigh of relief at the sight of the womer, though even he is aware of the almost panicked stare she is aiming at the very red cloth that is currently encircling one arm. “Have I mentioned how much I hate chaurus?”

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“Why would I ever be friends with you?”

“Because I’m a half-decent cook and you like my stew?” The Argonian grins lightly, gently nudging the womer’s shoulder as they walk. “At the very least you could say you’re my friend to get a good meal and quiet place to rest for the night.”

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“You really hate me that much?”

“Aerybel, if I truly hated you even a fraction of what you seem to think there would be no us. And certainly no knowledge of where I and Sophie live.” A rather troubled look. “Why would you think I hate you?”

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“After a great meal, I like to lie on the ground and feel like garbage.”

A rather confused look crosses over the Argonian’s features. “I... What?” Nor’s brow furrows. “Aerybel, whatever do you mean by that?”