#andurinn

[alphadrg]

   FROM THE FARTHEST REACHES of a home not quite, snow seemed endless in her misery upon the land. Lost in white, a landscape unrecognizable to lost youth from a disaster 5 years ago. And thus becomes less familiar. Atop stone walls is melancholy and nostalgia. Iced over from decades of pain and a longing to become one with the land as it once was. 

   “Its hard to imagine this place was once so green. I had heard that this place used to be as beautiful as the Black Shroud’s forests, once upon a time.” Rolling hills. Calm waters. A breeze soft as a kiss. He remembered it. And now it was as if he stood in another world. He peaked a glance towards Haurchefant. A finger picking at one of the stones. “Do you miss the woodlands?” // @andurinn

[susurratiion]

walking around the pillars, the miqo’te has his arms wrapped around himself, his tail moving in irritation. it’s not until he sees a certain elezen that his slightly gloomy expression lightens up and he quickly slithers his way across the iced path towards the other.

“ᴍʏ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ” though clearly freezing, it seems he still has the mind for some dramatic greetings. “ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ? ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ʟᴏsᴛ ғᴏʀ ʜᴏᴜʀs ɴᴏᴡ” besides he had given his coat to one of the children in the brume, resulting in the poor man standing there with less than ideal clothing for the weather.

// @andurinn .

[sehyas]

@andurinn !

hands tugged her coat around herself a little tighter as she fought off the shiver that threatened to shoot down her spine. the daughter of thanalan wasn’t built for this sort of cold, and she hated every moment of it. ❝ how you stand this, i’ll never know. ❞ she complained, painted lip jutted out into a pout. ❝ come now, haurchefant. won’t you keep me warm? ❞

[doustadig]

@andurinn asked: Kisses his cheek ♡

         ♢ At times, the Lord Commander supposes, he needed these sweet little distractions meandering their selves into his consciousness when he only so much drifted off and out of it in the pursuit of finishing his work or tasks on hand without any delay. It had only been a few movements here and there that reminded Aymeric of a presence around him. One that had announced itself and would then resume a small responsibility he did not really pay attention to [ but he had greeted his guest, of course, with a smile and a gaze easily understood ].

     ♢ Whatever it was, it would soon halt him from his diverted wandering.

     ♢ Would soon draw his gaze from countless lines of reports and requests, discarding them to the side for only a few heartbeats that had picked up and he wanted to share. " Ah, forgive me. " Murmured when soft lips had been pressed against his cheek and his eyes would blink in mild confusion and surprise upon being regarded so gently, so softly. " I did not mean to ignore you for so long--- " Had only desired to finish what was still on his desk. " ---my thanks, my love. " Easy and soft, while long fingers would wrap around the mug that also found itself magically right in front of him to occupy his attention with far sweeter things [ and with the knowledge of far more love-filled 'duties' ] than any he had spent too long gazing at.

     ♢ " I am finished now. " So it was decided. " How was your day? You came from so far just to see me. "

[dayofazure]

@andurinn / s.c

Due to her training as a Dragoon, Seiza was often hanging around the Central Highlands. However, this Dragoon was not fond of the cold or the snow. Sure, back in her homeland, snow was quite common but it doesn’t mean she likes it. Which concludes to where she was heading off to next instead of meeting with Ser Alberic. Wandering into a certain knight’s office, cheeks flushed from the cold. 

“Haurchefant!” A cheery whine as the Xaela warrior scurried over to the fireplace. “It’s so cold!” 

[begotten-soul]

andurinn started following you

    “Ah, what a particular colored spirit. Such a charming light, a joyous soul. Whatever are you doing here young lad, hmm?” The giant mused, his echoing murmurs soft and gentle, friendly even.

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[gaiavowed]

✉ ​ @andurinn ➥ “no one will hurt you as long as i’m breathing.” -- For E'kusye?

       Despite the warm fire in the Intercessory, the blanket over her shoulders, and the steaming mug in her hands, the Miqo’te still shivered. She tried to take a sip, but she couldn’t bring herself to. Not after the meeting with Nanamo. Not after what had happened at the banquet. She ended up setting the cup on the table and keeping a tighter grip on the blanket.

       She had been uncharacteristically quiet since their arrival at Camp Dragonhead, the one sanctuary open to them. It seemed that her energy was mostly spent during the escape and subsequent trek through Coerthas. But looking up at Haurchefant as he spoke, there was still the fire of determination in her gaze, similar to the light that reflected in the sunstone on her forehead. 

       She may be down, but she wasn’t out, not by a long shot.

       ❝ That’s some promise. ❞ Her lips curled up a bit - nothing like her usual bright, spirited grins, but it was a bit of a smile nonetheless. ❝ ... Thanks, Haurchefant. I’m not about to let you take the fall for everything though - I’ve got your back too, like a friend should. ❞

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