Aug 27, 2018
Praise be to Mara.
“Say it to her, not me.”
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Praise be to Mara.
“Say it to her, not me.”
brotherlythieves replied to your post:(Rafe) "A smile would be nice, for once."
A brow quirked at the vampire’s response, and Rafe eyed the mer’s hand with slight suspicion. “Friend?” he asked, glancing back up to the mer’s face. “Are you feeling ill? A fever, perhaps? …did you hit your head?”
Dalamus' smile slowly dimmed at the suspicion on the other's face, and the quirky jests from Rafe made the familiar irritated frown slam into its rightful place soon enough. "No, I am not ill--aside from slowly re-dying in the sun due to the chronic disease we share. Which, by the way, prevents me from getting a fever. And no, I did not hit my head. Though I am debating hitting yours." His hand was still outstretched, as though Dalamus forgot it was there.
(Roark) "I'm not scared."
"Hmm," the vampire hummed, his hand going to his chin in mock pondering as he looked the man over slowly and deliberately as though appreciating a meal. Of course, taking the man's blood had never actually crossed his mind, but Roark did not know that.
Dalamus smirked. "Your heart palpitations are saying otherwise."
{day-making *attempt*} "Ah, look - at least it's only one Thalmor!"
"One Thalmor is too many, if you ask me. The only good one is a dead one. Only then do they stop spouting self-important drivel and wasting the air speaking about their 'superior breeding' as though they are prized livestock for the gods."
"Go away, nasty bite elf!" [ About as close to threatening as Mir ever gets. :P ]
"I will go wherever I please, girl," he growled, not even attempting to put on a charming air. His mood had increasingly soured over the past several days, the apparitions making him nervous and unable to concentrate.
"Ashes. Not yet, perhaps. Give it time."
"That was more than one word, you hag," he said with a smirk. "If you play the game wrong, then how can you expect me to take you seriously?"
((Probably 10, since Dal keeps tormenting him, but then again he'd want Dal to keep as far away as possible. :3))
10. An apology
"You cannot honestly expect me to apologize when I have done nothing wrong, my dear Khajiit. You set yourself up for it."
"Heh, sorry, buddy," he said, gently pushing the Nord's hands away. "That's not part of the show."
"I was only attempting to see what it was that keeps you so confident. The ‘tricks up your sleeve’ so to speak. But I understand if you do not want such methods revealed to your enraptured audience." He smirked.