#coldwindscutclean

[askdusty]

coldwindscutclean

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“Is that your date?”

“Darling, I don’t think he’ll have me. We’ve met before.” Shey keeps her voice low, conspiratorial. “I’m doing well, of course. If you want to feed me a caramel, I won’t say no.”

“Have you?” Dust’s eyes practically gleamed at this new knowledge, a wicked grin appearing. “Alright, my dear, a caramel for some knowledge! Whenever did you meet? What happened that you so dissuaded him, hm?” As she speaks she plucks up a caramel and offers it.

[bookofalmsivi]

coldwindscutclean replied to your post “¦Ugh, if it’s autumn, then that means it shall be winter soon and all...”

You could wear a nice warm cap.

Courgette, that’s very true, hats are always an option, but if I get into the habit of wearing caps, then I’m always going to want to wear one and then my little pile of septims will dwindle away into nothingness because I bought a new hat for the third time that week.

[Neht is tired and already suffering from the change in seasons, but he’s doing better than he has been.  His mane of lionlike hair and the dull priest robes have been replaced by an impressively curly mohawk and sedate but colorful robes, decidedly secular.  His ears are still in tatters but glinting with gold now.]

[askdusty]

“Is that your date?”

A little, haughty sniff. “Yes, he’s mine and you can’t have him.” Dust grinned ear to ear as her gaze moved from Astarill a few feet away back to Shey. “It’s been too long. How’re you, dear? Would you like a caramel?”

[askdusty]

coldwindscutclean replied to your post: "Sweetheart." Shey nuzzles into Dust's neck at...

“I’ll dump snow into your bed if you don’t come out and play with me,” Shey threatens, chasing Dust under the covers, hand on her waist and tickling lightly. “Come play.”

“Mmnf!” Dust coils tighter on herself like a centipede being poked, trying to escape the tickling assault. “Yer awful! I wanna sleep!” But she can already feel that lovely, grey comfort fading away. A sigh. She flops back over to face Shey, looking unamused at best.

“Fine. But no snow in m’bed.” A yawn. She sits up and stretches languidly, almost like a cat herself. “And no snowballs or I’ll just leave you out there t’turn into a Sheysicle.” 

Grumbling to herself, she begins to get dressed. 

[askdusty]

"Sweetheart." Shey nuzzles into Dust's neck at about half past midnight, trying to wake her up. "I want to go outside and play. Come oooon."

Dust rouses from warm, comfortable sleep with a groan, retracting her head and flopping over to face away from Shey. “Mmf.” No, no, no, she is not ready to be awake yet. She buries her face into her pillow. Outside? In the cold and snow? The very thought makes her shudder. “G’play, then. Don’t get yer cold paws in m’bed when you come back.”

[askdusty]

Bed, Wed, Behead: Jean-Pierre, Shey, Astarill

“What? That’s not fair!” Dust pouts at the question, arms crossing over her chest. “I know it’s just a game, but I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, and I don’t want to have to choose between people I like. Honestly, flip a fucking coin. I don’t want to behead anyone, but I’d wed and bed each of them.”

The pout vanishes, replaced by a catlike smirk. Her eyes go dreamy.

“Maybe all at once...”

[halforcsmash]

@coldwindscutclean

“That passes. You get better at it.” Shey assured him, taking a seat next to him. “So, what happened?”

“{Everything passes}” He mumbled in Bosmeri, mostly to himself.  He gestured softly towards his face, “I found a group to be a part of. You know. That big one out of Whiterun.” 

He shrugged, thinking, “There was a tournament in Chorrol. You know, the big Fighters Guild thing for Warriors Day. We got invited.” One hand on his cup, his free hand made a hard slashing motion, “He caught me clean, right through the visor of my helmet. Finals of Axe and Shield.” He took a long drink, then sat the cup down, the clay creaking under the squeezing pressure of his hand, “Wonderful thing for my mother, grandmother, and sister to watch.” 

[halforcsmash]

❝ what are you going to do with that sword ? ❞

He hummed softly, running the palm of his hand down the flat of the pattern welded blade. 

“I thought about using it to kill a man.” He made a tsk-ing noise, putting the sword back down on the table, “But it it a long walk to Hammerfell, and I don’t see the road as well as I used to.”