#askdemiah

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I hope I'm not late for the child meme) "Mommy! A storm!" The small girl ran up to her mother crying, quite terrified and her beloved stuffed toy Lunar Bear wasn't enough comfort to block out the thunder and lightning "...c-can you make it stop?" She asked jumping every time lightning flashes and thunder boomed.

Demiah wrapped her arms around the elfling, running her hand down the girl’s hair in a soothing fashion. “Hush, little one. No mortal has the power to stop the weather.” She held her daughter back to look her in the eyes. “But it is nothing to be afraid of. Just the work of Kynareth.”

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"I like the view." --from Veros of course

Demiah jumped, quickly wrapping the towel around herself. She peered at her brother skeptically, arching a brow at him. “Have you been drinking, brother? Heavily?”

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Sheogorath/Demiah

"I do not have much to do with Sheogorath. He’s far too unpredictable, even for Daedric Prince. He makes me nervous."

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3 So, you dig that Ulkon guy, eh?

"Dig?" She raised an eyebrow, looking thoroughly amused. "I’m not sure about that term but I do enjoy his company."

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I dare you to totally make out with Ulkon.

Demiah flushed crimson, her face feeling hot. She fidgeted uncomfortably, but she could never back down from a challenge, even one so silly as a dare. She was too headstrong and her pride would not allow it. 

After much pep talking herself, she found the other Dunmer. It only took her a few hurried strides before she was face to face with him. Without giving herself a moment to even think about backing out, she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips into his. 

Her hands sank into his hair, wrapping her fingers around the locks as she slid her tongue between his lips and the kiss deepened.

After several moments, she broke away. “I…er…I’m sorry, ser.” Her face flushed again, as she turned and made her way out the door as fast as she could.

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"I am a skittish little doe who is scared of other people."

She raise both her eyebrows. “Skittish little doe? I would not test me, if I were you, Grey One.”

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The bottle of wine she had drank her way to the bottle of weighed heavy as she teetered precariously in her chair. She held the bottle loosely in her small hand, the ghost of tears still fresh on her cheeks. A shadow cast upon her and she looked up to see Ulkon peering down at her.

Before she knew what she was doing, she stood up. Taking a step forward she half stumbled into him, planting a kiss on his cheek.

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You are a brilliant diamond among a sea of fallen stars; ruby eyes shine bright on through my corporeal form and fill me with a stunned sense of glory. Truly, beauty comparable to the Lady of Twilight herself. And your lethal capabilities; nightshade in full bloom, violets and blues soft and nurturing, yet with a nature so threatening.

Demiah’s lips fall open slightly. For a moment, she is dumb-founded into silence. Eventually she finds her words, having the grace to blush. “Greyone, I…you flatter me most unduly. Thank you, though I'm sure you use this line on all women.” She laughs sheepishly.