#borghildr

[gulldrengur]

Marya: Those guys only understand one kind of language.

Baldr: Kajit?

Marya: No! Fists!

Baldr: What about feet?

Marya: They understand feet.

Farkas: That would make them bilingual.

[dremsuum-blog]

Continued from: x.

@borghildr

NESTLED at his snout, Marya felt as though she had been a child again, running to her father’s chest. Her father had always opened his arms to her, welcoming her in his PROTECTIVE && LOVING embrace, where she would find comfort. But, her birth father had gone to war. And bitterly had Marya wept herself to sleep that night. When she had awoken to know her father had been there no longer, it had felt as though a void had claimed her heart, a void nothing else could have filled.

TEARY eyes were shut, recalling the figure of her first love: her father. She wondered what would he have said had he seen her then. He had sung to her of the Dragonborn, of Alduin, of tales and legends of days that seemed long gone. And, now, Marya had seemingly become trapped in her own legend, but this she had never wanted. Would he have believed in her as well? Alas! He always had spoken words of encouragement to her. He had always trusted her. You and I, we’re the warriors of the house, he had once said.

THE WARRIORS OF THE HOUSE.

OPENING her eyes, she was on the Throat of the World again, heavy body leaning still against the warmth of Paarthurnax’ snout. She pressed her lips against warm scales as a daughter would have kissed her father’s cheek. “I don’t know how to do this.” She stood then, seeking to glance into the eyes of the Elder Dovah. “But, I won’t let him destroy all I love. I know I must face him. I simply…don’t see a way.”

    🔥——     Warm breath from Paarthurnax’s nostrils softly   c a r e s s e d   Marya’s war-painted visage, simultaneously sending wisps of her hair in flight, slowly drying off the remnants of the salty tears on her cheeks. Beady eyes closed to appreciate this sentimental display of   t e n d e r n e s s   & gently he pushed his snout ever so slightly closer to Marya’s embrace, welcoming her need of support --- both physical & mental.

     Paarthurnax didn’t know what fatherhood was like --- he only knew what it was to be a mentor, a   t r u s t e d   b e i n g   in someone’s life. So he had been to the Greybeards for thousands of years, but never had he been this close to a human before, never had he felt being almost the one & same with a mortal. Marya’s lips pressed against his scaled snout kindled   w a r m t h   within him, warmth he had never felt before.

     I f   a   d r a g o n   c o u l d   s m i l e  . . .

     “You must find your   s t r e n g t h   ... You must become one with your thu’um,” he attempted to soothe Marya, yet his words   f a i l e d   him again. He was gentle, that was true, but he wasn’t particularly emotional... “Alduin’s thu’um is strong --- yours is even stronger. You need to practice, both frin ahrk drem,   f e r v o r   &   p a t i e n c e   .”

[dunmerc-blog]

     “ in the name of azura i SWEAR it wasn’t me that stole your damn coin purse ! “ arms thrown up into the air in frustration as a disgusted expression made itself home on the dunmer’s face. as if getting tricked out of payment by his previous customer wasn’t enough, apparently now he was being forced into the role of supposed thief by this nord woman. 

     yes, he was cold, hungry and his bow broke trying to fight off a particularly vicious pack of wolves while trying to return to the safety ( if you could call it that ) of riften. but did that mean sathol would resort to low blows such as stealing to survive ? no, no he wouldn’t. his dunmeri pride meant more to him then a warm bed. so azura help him if one day he was forced to steal to survive. 

     “ listen, i don’t know if you saw the wrong person, or it’s that ingrained sense of hatred against us, but i. didn’t. steal. it. stop trying to accuse me of a crime i didn’t do ! “

@borghildr    /    plotted sc !

[bikkja-blog1]

starter for @borghildr

“Just a mug of your cheapest ale will do.”

As the bartender handed her a mug, she turned to face the inn. Coming in from the cold of Skyrim had turned her fingers numb, and she tightened her grip on her mead to stop it from slipping from her grasp. Down in the south it was a little warmer, and she wasn’t looking forward to moving back up North to Dawnstar for her next job. But for tonight, she’d sleep warm and cosy in The Sleeping Giant.

She’d been here before, a couple of times, so she recognised the locals. Vaguely she wondered if they’d recognize her, and it made her heart point a little bit faster. And then a strange sight caught her notice - from the sound of the din she’d expected Sven, but one look told her that wasn’t the case. A little shorter and a whole lot prettier, this girl actually seemed to have some talent, though that was a little less clear after she’d had a few. Settling in for a night of entertainment, Boða swallowed down half her mead and then approached with a smile.

“Can you play ‘The Dragonborn Comes’? I’ll pay you 20 septims.”

[eagleshaped]

❤

rec; @taurelen, @borghildr,  @prvighetoare,  @fircsung

her name is maria,  same name like altair’s wife,  (  maybe she  IS  altair’s wife  ?  who knows…  )  and she’s one of the kindest and most beautiful sweethearts i know.  that’s something i claim about quite a few people who i genuinely adore to be honest,  but it’s true.  to me,  i measure each person’s beauty strictly on how i perceive them as a person.  i judge them how they treat other people,  how they treat me,  and what their personality is like in general.  this is what makes tumblr  (  and the internet,  )  so convenient.  you do not judge anyone by how they look like.  you do not get to apply whether a person meets certain beauty standards given by the society,  or not.  we never should be so shallow upon meeting someone for the first time,  it’s something we are all aware about,  but i dare say that we all fail to be always unbiased every now and then.  anyway  !  though,  just to make this clear,  i think maria is beautiful inside and out,  honestly,  she’s gorgeous.  you will know what i mean once you see a mun picture of her.  it makes her even more sympathetic.  which is a term which fits her really well.  i sympathize with her so much.  we are both so unaware about each our game(s)  (  me with skyrim,  maria with assassin’s creed,  )  but we make it work.  we have so many different subjects we often cover.  sometimes about one game or another.  sometimes about tv-shows  (  lucifer,  )  and sometimes more tumblr related stuff where we share our thoughts.  and i am honest enough to say that there are things i would not want to talk with everyone about  ?  simply because i fear people may misunderstand and judge immediately  ?  i do not have that worry with maria.  i think that’s certainly because we agree on so many things,  but also because we understand the intention of what we are talking about to each other.  either way  ?  maria is a more recent but very considerate and appreciated friend i made on tumblr.  and it’s actually so nice to know that,  regardless how long you are on tumblr,  regardless that you get older,  you still meet new people,  you still make friends.  i am so happy that we started to talk with each other and to bond about so many things already.  i may be the worst at keeping a conversation running for days,  i am a sloth about chatting,  but i adore every conversation we have and appreciate maria wholeheartedly.

anonymous // meme.

[desertlcst-blog]

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“By the twin moons where do I start? First off, look at how strong you are!!” For emphasis, he moved around her and held up her arm gently to show it off. He then said quite dramatically, flapping his hands about as he spoke. “You’ve got the body of a true nord and the face of a beautiful wood nymph!“

“I could go on and on honestly! You’re to perfect definition of a hero-looking person! Which means, you could very easily gain someone’s trust. Gives you a very good upper hand.” Dar’azirr explained, finally letting go of Marya’s arm and backed away. It took him a moment to realize how he had complimented her so furiously, but when he did he blushed a bit and his ears flattened. “Y-Yeah..”

[gulldrengur]

meta topic: love

 Kay let me explain first that when it comes to love Baldr is not only passionate but also almost childish, a juvenile kind of love, he gets overly excited about it.

   He’s also overly naive ( He fell in love with Nanna with just one glance )

Baldr first love was the woman who is now his wife, and he was a virgin when they wed. He’s a person that dedicates a lot toward his partner, not to the point to  making them feel uncomfortable, of course. 

Also, let it be known that Baldr doesn’t really care about genders, his way of seeing someone or to feel a romantic attachment to them doesn’t depend of what gender they were born into. ( even though he actually felt strongly toward his wife just at the mere sight of her ) but the thing is that for him it matter most what you are as person. The purity and honesty in you, the sense of love and duty toward others. 

[desertlcst-blog]

@borghildr​

Dar'azirr wouldn't have normally come to Skyrim, he had only been half-way through Cyrodiil when he heard talk of dragons and the social unrest of the war, it had been all too tempting. He fell very easily into temptation.

So here he was, very carefully and quietly finding his way through the wilderness. He had been tracking a small deer for about 20 minutes now and he could tell he was very close to it, that’s when he heard the sound of a fight. Being the curious person he was, he headed to go see what was going on.

Finally finding the source of the sound, he crouched behind some bushes to watch. He observed a young woman absolutely decimating a small group of raiders, extremely impressive, was the kind of thing on his mind as he watched her finish them off. Wow, he thought to himself, she’s really pretty. His thoughts were cut off when he saw another raider sneaking up behind her, probably having been away from camp when she encountered them.

“Watch out !!” He shouted before he ran out from his hiding place, bringing his mace down on the raiders head with a loud sickening crack.