#askyffre

[celriaelahriel]

↢ Ask-Yffre ↣

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“What brings you here, Lord?” The womer asked, clearly very wary and unsure. She watched the Divine like one would a dangerous, mysterious creature, her whole body tense. Celria carefully schooled her expression into one of calm, before etching a quick, nervous bow. “I am at your service.” 

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[oblivion-hound]

ask-yffre started following you

I... did not expect to see you.

[aurielswaywardson]

ask-yffre:

"And I am a god." 

He smiled sweetly, taking his hand back and enjoying the sight of a bemused, cross-eyed dragon. 

"I will simply grow back like flowers in ash. You, however, may be torn apart by your own kind. Akatosh has placed you in the lowest rank among his children, whatever you have done to slight him I would prepare an apology for post haste."

"Hrmph." Manarion snorted, arching his neck to draw his horned skull away from Yffre's touch; he had no desire to be pet like some dumb animal. "This is not that I have been looked down upon by my kin." He sneered then, rolling his molten-gold eyes and shifting his wings to become more comfortable. "I shall not apologize for his damaged ego." He growled, voice practically shaking with anger. "I am familiar to be looked down upon. Your concerns are unneeded and unwanted."

[ask-yffre]

ask-yffre

"Why wouldn’t I give a toss? Barbas is your best friend is he not?" 

[clavicus--vile]

 "That's a bit optimistic. Constant spanner in the works and overall pain in the arse, maybe."

[clavicus--vile]

Oh! If it isn't dear boy Clavicus, precocious as ever. Lost your hound again?

 "Don't patronise me, flower."

 "As if you even give a toss."

[magladio-blog]

+ ask-yffre

    It takes Isaya a moment to speak. Her head tilts to the side and she frowns a little. When she finally finds her words, all she manages to say is, "What'sat on your head?"

[halforcsmash]

ask-yffre:

"Just because I didn’t rise up from the ground and strike down those who hurt you does not mean I couldn’t hear you. Your mother told you I wouldn’t hear you outside of Valenwood, but I did. I grew the trees taller and taller for you to climb and so thick even your father couldn’t fell them. I made sure you had footholds in the hills and mountains where you thought there were none. I made the grasses soft and high for you to hide in. I cleared the paths at night when you would sneak out. I may not have done what you wanted but I was always there."

He kept his eyes shut, leaning his head back against the tree. If this was a hallucination, so be it. Maybe it would make him feel better. This way, it'd be someone who didn't remember what he said. And if it broke him, they wouldn't remember his tears because they didn't exist. 

"But, he did fell them, didn't he? With axe and fire and rope, until they sat on th' ridge where punishment happened. How many of those trees was I tied to when I was whipped? Many. How many times did I pray for rain, only to have th' sun bake th' blood on my back, so that every scab would tear open tryin' to wash it off?" He laughed softly, scratching his jaw, claws making noise against his beard and skin. "And th' rocks crumbled, and th' grass died, and th' paths grew crowded." He finally opened his eyes, looking at the vision his brain had conjured. "And you shouldn't, if you did. Eighty-seven. That was how many Bosmeri, for sure, no doubts in my mind, that I stopped from returnin' home to Valenwood durin' th' Great War. So maybe it wasn't a good idea to listen to some halfbreed." 

[halforcsmash]

You seem troubled, young one. Might I be of assistance?

He inhaled the hallucinogenic smoke, the harsher edges of sprinkled moon sugar blending with the crushed insects that were popular among Bosmeri that chose to use a pipe. 

"Go away. You ain’t real anyways."