#arcuhnecrom

[flameandfeather]

Light in a Dark Corner [ Symone | Tor ]

arcuhnecrom: 

She sensed eyes on her from her chosen perch, a book in her hand. As the silhouette of a person made its way into her peripheral vision, she was prepared to express her displeasure of such an intrusion.

That was, until, the person spoke first. Blinking, she lifted her gaze, mild surprise gracing her features, though they softened immediately after as she laid eyes upon the Argonian. “Have you forgotten who I am, Tor?” She replied, the small hint of a tease evident. “Sulking in dark corners is my specialty.”

Tor’s furrowed brow raised and he grinned when she showed recognition. And a couple of years had done nothing to quench the bite of her tongue, either. He chuckled lightly at the thought, shook his head at her question, and spoke, “Here I stand, just glad that my eyes can still discern a friend--desspite her glum habitat.”

“Do you mind if a sack of scales takes a seat? I have jusst recently returned to Skyrim from High Rock and I desire company.”

[tamrieltrinity]

“Where did you get that attire?”

Vashta snapped out of her reverie when she noticed the Dunmer talking to her. It was strange to think this was the most sober and coherent she had been in a long, long time.

“This? I…found it.” she said, pointing at the dress. “In Riften. Not sure who it belonged to but…they won’t mind me borrowing it. Not sure I suit red.”

[grimhymns-archive]

Kiss + 4 { meri gets one too~ }

KISSES / @arcuhnecrom​

…against a wall.

     Almost, she does not feel it - almost, Meridia simply shrugs the push off and steps forward. But her eyes look over, gorge on the sight of the pretty woman. Gorgeous, foolish, brave Symone, whose audacity both insults her and takes her breath away. Meridia decides... she will play along. 

     Symone’s hands pin her to the wall, holding her wrists down, a grip Meridia knows she could break... But, she likes the idea that Symone believes she can’t. ( She’s sure, Symone knows it is all play, that she would do so much for her love. ) So, she pretends to shrink, so Symone can lean down, and press her lips to Meridia’s. Oh, how the touch makes her ache in ways long forgotten, stirring some ancient wyvern that begged only for her, only for her touch. 

     Almost as soon as the first kiss begins, Meridia finds her legs spreading and letting Symone’s knee come to rest between them. She keens at the touch, moaning into Symone’s lips, and nearly pouting when the kiss is finally over.

     Oh, mortals and their need to breathe.

     ❛  For such a bad girl, you do know how to butter me up, don’t you?  ❜

[aurielswaywardson]

"I was wondering when I'd run into you again. I trust you've been faring well, Manarion?" She asks softly, white gaze soft as it only could have been for the select few she had come to befriend.

“Symone.” The tall Altmer’s deep, rumbling voice is warm as he turns to regard the familiar womer. His amber eyes met her white, glowing ones, crinkled at the corners in a broad smile that takes years off his face. “Where have you been? It seems I see you for a little while and then off you go again, leaving me bored and surrounded by idiots.”

[generalofthenorth]

"Help me." { Why not. ^_^ }

TES Fall Fest Meme: My muse witnesses your muse being harassed by another guest that is insistent on dancing with them. Send “Help me”to have my muse swoop in and stop the situation.

Tullius was normally happy to mind his own business but he was a General and he did have enough of a conscience that he wasn’t going to stand idly by when a fellow guest was being harassed by a drunken fool.

“I’m sorry to barge in on you two, but I’m afraid this lovely lady is needed elsewhere at the moment.” He spoke as soon as he reached the them, interrupting whatever the other man was saying and doing his best to subtlety put himself between the Dunmer and her distasteful suitor that seemed to wobble ever so slightly on his feet. “It’s a bit of an emergency and I can’t really go into details, I’m sure you understand yes? wonderful, have a nice evening lad.” He rambled as he gently but quickly guided her away from the man before he could really answer or react to the General’s sudden intrusion.

[vvardenfellcat]

“Are you taking part in anything this evening?”

The Khajiit looked up with his mouth full and then some, a strip of chicken dangling from his mouth. He made some sort of muffled reply, then frowned, licking it up and finished chewing and swallowing before trying again.

“Uh...food. Maybe archery contest? S...sorta on the buzzed side now, so m’not sure about shootin’ right now.” Ghost was nearby, lipping up and crunching on some various veggies the Khajiit had gotten for her, her ash-grey tail swishing and brushing the back of his head.

[flameandfeather]

“So, are you here for the excitement? Or only the alcohol?”

He looked down into his mug of jazbay wine and shrugged. “Can’t the two be conssidered the same? It takes me much more than most to feel it though, so I am content watching others for my excitement.”

[flameandfeather]

“...”

“Yeto nesskar’in kssewe qont’loss na gunxh loc re’c.”

“I am glad that I get to see you again, old friend.”