The resting places for the dead where never this quiet. Even with draugr corpses lining the way, there way no way to know if any of their wounds where recent; they were corpses already after all. The ruin was silent but the dust didn’t sit still in the air.
Vigor saw a clearing beyond a closed iron gate. He’d kept an arrow keen and ready when they saw the first draugr. If someone was waiting for them in that clearing, then the only thing that stood between them was that iron gate.
“You should stay behind me.” He’d only ever seen Vevel in close-combat, her Thu’um might be useful be he was the one with the bow. He needn't insult her by saying how that clearing was perfect for an ambush. “Please.” Vigor's voice was no more than firm, even if his face was pleading.
He was careful not to let his footsteps echo as he took to the very edge of the round walls of the tomb. He looked back at Vevel before opening the iron gate with the pull of a chain.
Vigor looked back at her. Dressed in good, heavy armour with Kyne’s voice behind her. As formidable as he knew Vevel to be he had to be cautious for her. The quiet would not ease him.
The walls formed shadows all around. There wasn’t a soul in sight. Vigor slithered up against a column, looking out into the shade that covered them. An arm reached out from the shadows and pulled Vigor back, hammering his head against a wall. He fell to the floor, his head pinned under the heel of a boot.
Why where they hesitating the kill him.
He could barely hear someone shouting, barely hear them say ‘Vevel’ which such disdain. But he could barely move. He saw the blurred face above him look towards the person shouting and took the chance to take the dagger at his thigh.
Vigor forced himself to listen. “...Silver Hand...” Whoever that was they were threatening her. They may have hesitated but he was still in the crossfire of it. It didn’t matter, and he had to take back the element of surprise. Vigor forced himself around and stabbed the man above him right by the knee. He crawled till he barely stood. “Vevel!” He shouted, words slurred and wild and feeling lost in the blur.
how my muse clicked with yours : immediately┆almost right away┆slowly┆after several interactions┆they haven’t a thought my muse has about yours : "I know I worry too much. But she’s much too young and I don’t think she sleeps. She tries to pretend it doesn’t matter, but that’s not right, is it?”a strange thought my muse has about yours : “I probably shouldn't think this, but if I see her getting in trouble I might just pick her up and walk away. She’d hate me though...”(Said with a grin and a slip of a hearty giggle)a thread/plot i’d like for our muses : Finding out about Vevel’s lycanthrophy the hard way. Just talking about family because we’ve both been tough on our muses there. I’m also not reasonable if Vigor adopts doorstep babies.
repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words
not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex
Level of Friendship:
never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||
First impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
Current impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
How good of a kisser:
worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed
“Miss Vevel, you have a most lovely home.” Vigor had taken to calling her that. ‘Miss’ by habit and politeness toward her, but using her first name as she preferred.
Vevel was the other side of the home when he heard a knock on the door. It would be easier if he answered the door himself and he doubted Vevel would mind.
“Hello...” He called out, but no one was there. His eyes slowly panned down to the baby by the door. His eyes widen with shock. What should he do?
“Miss Vevel...” Vigor called back, confused and tentative as he looked down at the child. He carefully picked it up and slowly cradled it. He had no idea what to do but the little noises it made were so cute. He slowly walked over to Vevel, child in his arms, as he showed her the baby hoping she’d somehow know what to do.
While I struggle to name the reasons why some people are exclusive, that’s only because I’ve never had that mindset myself. I sure as dicky ain’t going to complain. I believe people are exclusive for good reasons whatever they may be, even if that reason is just wanting to keep track of threads or not getting over-whelmed.
11. On your character.
Eponis was the first ‘muse’ I really had. Before that my roleplaying was limited to one site where most people played characters made on the spot, or if they kept characters between roleplays they weren’t all that fleshed-out. She was a happy accident and so far the only muse I’ve not abandoned somehow. I wish Eponis’ whole design would just stick in my head though, otherwise I love writing her went she gets to be dry or snarky.
Sometimes I get muse ideas just running wild that I never mention because I know they won’t stay; Vigor is the one that ran sprinting head-first into my blog. He came out of nowhere but recently I’ve had a lot of muse for his backstory and headcanons. I think he’s a massive dork though and sometimes when writing him I cringe when he does because of how intense of a dweeb he is.
14. On one-liners.
One-liner threads are great! I don’t do them often but I’m certainly not against them; I find they are a good exercise in character dialog as well as being handy when your muse is running low, like right now.
In multi-para threads though no one can expect me to be happy. I’m not a sticker for matching reply length for several reasons, one being that for example only the other muse can advance the thread plot and therefore restricting how much you can write, but sometimes it’s clear there could have been more to a reply. Inner-character dialog such as how the muse thinks and justifies themselves is wonderful and I adore reading it, and if people added it to what would otherwise just be a needlessly short response then it’d be all well and good.
There was an uncharacteristic sorrow in Eero’s eyes as he looked down at the temporary wedding band that was wrapped around his finger, despite the smile that lingered on his lips. “I never thought I would wear another one of these again.” He said quietly as he stared. A moment later he looked up to her, his wife (if only for a week) and smiled fondly before pressing a kiss to her temple.
“Thank you, love. Though I would have prefered to go about this a little differently, even if it is only temporary. But does this mean we are now on our honeymoon?”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Ea asked for the umptenth time. “Marriage is the highest form of commitment among romantic relationships. Are you certain this is what you want to do, even if it is only for a week?” The priestess was full of nervous energy as she paced back and forth, chewing on the end one of her delicately manicured nails.
