blood ( heavy with iron, it lingers on both of their fingers and smeared across his face, it’s a sharp scent lingering in the back of his nose ) // leather ( a slight musk, a strap on his back, on his weapon that is always carried with him, the gloves on his hands that shields him from the eternal unknown, it’s animalistic with birch and cade oil ) // ale ( strong, and heard over the roar of the bar and the patrons behind them, it’s bitter full of hops and a constant reminder of survival )) // touch-me-not (( it’s subtle, light and spring, and it blooms in fold --- wafting seas outside of the flagstays of kirkwall and it’s a simpler time, when the sting of something more wasn’t so heavy )) // thunder (( the world is heavy and the air thick, almost enough to be able to touch it, it’s sharp and sad --- and then the sky opens ))