Feb 24, 2014
arimir replied to your post:okay hey i need to get back into the swing of...
// Should I like this???
YOU CAN IF YOU WANT????????????? i mean i still owe you so yeah xDD
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arimir replied to your post:okay hey i need to get back into the swing of...
// Should I like this???
YOU CAN IF YOU WANT????????????? i mean i still owe you so yeah xDD
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7 — firm kiss
She saw Arimir standing, and as Kiasax neared, she leaned down from her saddle and grasped the rider by the arm, pulling her up, and close to lock their lips as the red mare walked past. Soon enough, she was righting herself and her gloved hand was leaving the other woman’s shoulder.
She’d see her soon enough, anyway.
arimir replied to your post:❤
// WELL AIN’T THAT JUST DANDY
I'M FREAKIN SORRY OKAY THAT'S THE NUMBER I GOT dlakfj;sdlkjf. -dead-
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Send me a “❤” and I’ll generate a number (angst version):
6. My muse is possessed and is trying to kill yours. Mine can see everything their body is doing but is helpless to stop it - the only thing they control is their eyes.
Kili growled and aimed the arrow at Arimir, not even for a moment seemingly not thinking over what he did before letting it go. Kili screamed to himself - all in his head, wanting to warn her to go away. That he couldn’t control himself, but it was to no use. His body acted completely against his mind.
When the arrow missed Kili threw his precious bow away and grabbed his sword, viciously attacking Arimir.
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3 — your muse just tried to drown mine
"Back!" Kiasax roared, that same cornered animal look flaring to life in her eyes as she stumbled away from Arimir, still up to her thighs in the lake water. Hunting knife firmly in her grip she watched the rider with new intensity. She was still gasping for breath, but the feeling of being unable to surface when she had needed to breathe still haunted her.
She had trusted the Rohan woman.
Back away from her, she licked her lips and shoved her soaked hair out of her face before her feet touched the muddy shore.
"Do not follow." She growled, turning and fleeing the lakeside as her mind reeled.
peace talks || arimir
The quiet sound of a hard-bristled brush running over the sleek coat of the mare was the only noise in the stables at that time in the morning, and Kiasax was lulling herself down from the recent adrenaline-fueled run all over the hills and valleys outside of Dale. The repetitive motion, combined with the soft sounds of Scyril chewing on her grain were slipping the northerner into that warm, tired area just before one sleeps.
The ponies had been nestled away near the back of the property in the pasture with the others, and she was leading the red mare in that direction.
She found the yellow-haired woman from Rohan standing outside the pony paddock, and inside, the massive form of the black warhorse a monument among the small, shaggy dwarf ponies. She didn't have the heart to tell the other woman that she could have let the horse in with the other stallions, but Isen-fot seemed content to graze among his smaller counterparts, who seemed to have accepted him as one of their own. It might have been humorous if Kiasax was inclined to laughter.
"Food inside." She mumbled to Arimir; the girl looked mostly starved, her clothing hanging loose off of her frame, and she could do with a substantial meal. If there was one thing Kiasax could say about Dar, he made sure she was well-fed.
"You belong to ME." // i'm so sorry
A booted foot connected with the rider’s shin immediately, and Kiasax was on Arimir’s ribcage a moment later, the curved edge of her hunting knife pressing to the thin column of the other woman’s throat. She leaned down until her face was inches from Arimir’s own, eyes blazing and not at all amused.
"No."
"Who did this to you?"
Looking up with her one good eye at the Rohan woman, Kiasax sat, silent, for many moments. She hurt all over, and blood was still dripping from her nose, which she was fairly certain was broken.
"Horse thieves." She mumbled thickly around a mouthful of blood before spitting it to the side and wiping her mouth on her sleeve.
"Should see them.”