#don hate meh

[bailey-butterbeak]

I promise I'm still drawing, just... Prepare yourselves

[xprisonerx]

Rough touch

17. Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.

Vaynivah would have instantly responded to and attacked anyone else whose hand had come near her face, but she recognized the gentle scent as she let out a muffled sound of agitation. The bosmer? If it was her, there had to be a good reason for it. Vayn froze, waiting for whatever would happen next to happen.