#dearestcicero

[notlickingstamps]

+dearestcicero

"Haven't seen /you/ around. Are you new here?"

[scalesandsecrets]

dearestcicero started following you

It's a rather tired sounding sigh that leaves Nor's lips as he passes from the black door and into the Sanctuary proper, a quick glance about the entryway showing him that their leader was currently nowhere to be found. At least not that he could see in the immediate vicinity, in any case. Not that it mattered much to Nor at the moment, of course. The report back of a contract completed could wait for a little bit longer he supposed, and Nor was far more interested in filling his rather empty and quite hungry stomach. He could still detect the wafts of stew drifting through the Sanctuary, a fact that made his belly growl even louder, and resulted in the assassin making a beeline straight towards the cooking area.

Indeed, the Argonian has just finished procuring a bowl for himself and turned back to face the table when he catches sight of the other. "Ah, good day, Keeper." Nor gives a respectful dip of his head. "There's is still some stew in the pot if you would like some. I made certain to leave enough for another person." A slight grin appears on the Argonian’s features. “I will admit that the smell wafting through the Sanctuary made it quite difficult to do so, though.”

[scalesandsecrets]

Sweet Pea

Send my muse some flowers and they'll react to their meaningSweet Pea — “Thank you for a lovely time.”

A curious glance back towards the other when the flower is offered up, Nor absentmindedly twirling it between two fingers for a moment before he speaks. “Should I be aware of you about to be doing something, Keeper, if you are thanking me for lovely time?”

[scalesandsecrets]

▣

Send me a ▣ and my character will tell you the last thing they'd say before having to kill yours

A slight furrowing of the Argonian’s brow, along with a flaring of his nostrils in a show of obvious displeasure. It was clear such a task was not one that Nor wanted any part of, though equally clear was the sheer lack of choice in his regard to this, a hint of sorrow appearing in his gaze as a dagger is raised. “...I am sorry, Brother.”

[ignespulsatio]

[♦]

- for a superstition / back luck headcanon

That’s tricky because Kvasir normally isn’t a superstitious kind of person. Normally he will shrug things off. But on the subject of bad luck? The only bad luck he believes in is when he gets sick. To clarify, normally he can go through really hard conditions and not get sick but when he randomly comes down with something he calls it bad luck. 

[maridhinna]

☢ Personality Flaw(s)

“Another flaw?” She seems confused. “Ma’Ridhinna doesn’t have this many flaws! Perhaps... she cares too much about people who do not deserve to be cared for?”

[curseofashes]

rough touch

Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

The air was forced out of the dunmer’s lungs from the force with which her back hit the wall. Her mind struggled to catch up with the current situation, fighting through the shock. A shaking breath inward was all it took. Her eyes narrowed at the stranger. “If you value your hands, I would remove them immediately.”