#bxynjolf

[bxynjolf]

waits by the door until you return and pay attention to your wife.

❝ Aw, lass, you needn’t dawdle by the door! Y'know, I saw the most darling stick off the road—-put you right proper in my thoughts, it did. ❞

        While the jest fell immediately at the sight of his greatest treasure, his beloved, obvious joy etched along travel-weary features. Hair sat in an unkempt knot to the side of a handsome smile. A few strands had escaped their messy confines, instead deciding to sway with his fast approaching person. Although he’d since bathed while away from the Ratways, under the tangy pull of apple and fragrant edge of pine, that damnable Skeever mark persisted. He’d considered donning finer garb for his return, but considering the several warrants out for his arrest, decided against pulling anymore attention to his already high-profile. So, he stood there, bathed in shadows and dressed in murk, grinning like a cat who’d finally nabbed the canary. 

[gvildmastcr]

     Stares at Delvin and Brynjolf.

     Looks into the camera like he’s on “The Office.”

[firsnotfurs]

@ulfhrafnx replied to your post:

jk im here to pick up bae. go get brynjolf.

@bxynjolf ur lady is here - feed her 

[wasulfhrafnx]

LIRA LIRA LIRA LIRA (cant stop me callin u out boo ;* )

GUARD S !

[blakkrulfr]

@bxynjolf

       “As long as you don’t steal from me, I couldn’t care         any less about what sort of life you lead. Everybody         has to make a living somehow. But if you think that         I’m dumb enough to fall for your honeyed words, you’ve         got another thing coming.”

[vulsoven-a]

@bxynjolf

     The trip has been long, and traveling to Whiterun from Riften has never been especially pleasant, even if it’s not Markarth. Her thighs hurt from riding for so long, but the relief as she returns to the city of Theives pours over her like waves lapping at Solstheim’s beaches. Her shoulders go lax, and as she passes through the gates -- after giving one of the guards a nod, getting something of a suspicious glower in return -- she doesn’t bother to stop and speak to anyone, making a beeline for the graveyard, with its nightshades and stones and secret doors.

Would it be strange to call the smell of the Cistern homely? A little, but it feels that way. Even the ever-present glare stuck on Mercer’s face is welcoming.

The greetings as she slides to the bottom of the ladder echo through the spacious stone walls, and she grins, waving her return and instantly mingling with the others.

Not that it stops her from nearly springing in her mentor’s direction when he walks out of the training room, speaking before he can even open his mouth to greet her from her trip.

      “ Brynjolf! ”

With a wide grin, she brandishes the gold, ruby and sapphire-embedded statue.     “ Hey! How’d I do this time? Did I break my record? ”

[ulfhrafnxa]

@bxynjolf

❝  ----Will you give me that?!  Stop messing around. ❞ She's exhausted and worse for wear to say the least, her knuckles bloodied and bruised, her once white shirt now stained red, and standing around in a twenty-four hour Walmart aisle for the rest of eternity was not the image she had in mind for the rest of her already fucked evening. ❝ I’m not even hungry anymore. I want to go to sleep. Just let me pay for it. You're driving me crazy. For fucks sake, you really want to save FIFTY CENTS on something that’s already a dollar ? ❞

[loveardently-blog1]

@bxynjolf liked this for a starter ( song: novocaine by fall out boy )

      " These new flocks are nothing but vultures. " Nose wrinkled in momentary contempt; before a neutral mask resumed. Not the wisest words perhaps, but alas.