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[blcdeforhire]

dunmeribear replied to your post: Is Salvasi the only one you have feelings for? Or...

I’m hurt Tel. I thought we had something special

     ❝ Clearly, you were mistaken, Lenos. Wouldn’t be the first time, would it? ❞

[blcdeforhire]

TELL ADDY TO ANSWER ME

     ❝ I can’t tell Aediane to do anything, Lenos. You want him to answer you? Tell him that yourself. ❞

[thalmorjustice]

The dunmer snickers as he spies the altmer across the room of the tavern. Perfect. He dusted the bread crumbs from his armor and stood, picking his way through the crowd. Why were there so many people all of a sudden? When he was closer he slid in close to the light skinned male and brushed his fingers along his arm. "You know, I'm not drunk. I'm just intoxicated by you." He smirked, lips brushing the pointed ear as he whispered.

     Coming to taverns wasn’t something he indulged in very often, especially given the dirty looks many others threw his way. ‘Twas unlike him to indulge in drink, either, and yet here he sat with a tankard in hand. It had taken some time for him to grow comfortable leaving the company of the little family Salvasi had managed to scrape together (her “squad,” she called them in the most endearing manner); it had taken him a time longer to grow comfortable going out to taverns with them. The moment they’d entered the building, everyone went their separate ways - and he’d decided that sitting at the bar was better than trying to mingle among the crowd.

     Given the bustle of the other patrons, he doesn’t even hear Salenos coming up behind him before the Dunmer’s fingers are tracing his forearm. Tensing slightly, he cranes his neck slightly and begins to turn his head in order to fix the other with a look from the corner of his eye. ❝ Best be careful your sister doesn’t see you over here, ❞ he jokes softly, smirking.

     The moment Salenos’ lips brush his ear, his whole face begins to burn.

     Crimson begins to dust golden cheeks, apricot eyes going wide. He barely registers the words that have been so carelessly whispered in his ear, and it does nothing to stave off the flush that overtake his face.

     By the Eight, this was more than he bargained for.

[dunmeriwolf]

MERRY CHRISTMAS BIG SISTER! I MADE YOU NEW ARROWS! They're in a quiver on your bed.

     New arrows, huh? Her twin’s craftsmanship had never been the best, and his arrows weren’t very useful for hunting anything larger than a fox, but it was the thought that counted. She flashes him a toothy grin, retrieving what appears to be a new sewing kit from a shelf behind her.

     ❛❛ Happy Saturalia, ‘Lenos. Hope you can put this to good use. ❜❜

[marshfirc]

MERRY CHRISTMAS PRETTY LIZARD LADY!

     She beams at him, baring her teeth is a genuine smile that causes her whole expression to light up. “Happy Saturalia, Salenos! I hope the others didn’t give you too much trouble.”

[thalmorjustice]

Your ass is so nice. It's a shame you have to sit on it.

     He actually lets out a snort at that, covering his mouth with one hand. Goodness, how long had it been since he’d been able to indulge in this sort of thing? (Too long, he’d concluded. His father wouldn’t let him hear the end of it if he was caught flirting with a Dunmer.)

     ❝ Your lips look so lonely, ❞ he coos, running a finger underneath Salenos’ chin in order to lift it. ❝ Would they like to meet mine? ❞

[thalmorjustice]

The Dunmer let's out a small snicker as he slides silently into the room. A shock in and of itself considering how loud he usually is. He spots his prey and is thankful his back is turned. With a few swift and silent movements he sneaks up on the thalmor and grabs his arm, spinning him. The Dunmer quickly leans in and plants a kiss to the other male's lips, a soft "Merry Christmas" muttered before he lets go and vanishes.

     Surprise doesn’t even begin to describe the sensation of his arm being grabbed before he’s spun around. He only catches a glance of Salenos’ face before the smaller man has closed the distance between them. Oh dear.

     The Altmer’s whole face begins to heat up, cheeks dusting a faint red. ❝ H-happy Saturalia, ❞ he whispers in response, though he’s not entirely sure the Dunmer even heard him.

     aediane.exe has stopped responding.

[thalmorjustice]

Is your name homework? Because I'm not doing you, but I should.

     His expression flickers uncertainly for a moment or two as he turns to fix the Dunmer with a stare. When was the last time anyone had flirted with him in such a way? He couldn’t honestly remember, and that, perhaps, is why he seems to apprehensive at first.

     He does, eventually, find his confidence again as he straightens himself.

     ❝ Do you believe in love at first sight, ❞ he begins, grinning, ❝ or should I walk by again? ❞