#dyslexic-daedra

[finsaraan]

You were always a bitch beneath that mask. Wasn't it one of your humans... Some 'Oscar Wilde' man who said masks show you who a person really is? And you're a BITCH.

my mask is a masterpiece compared to that goatee, and who tf is oscar wilde?? talasse wtf are you doing on nirn that you can’t even bring back new insults.

and if you say ‘sucking dick’ i’m gonna fuckin push a stack of books right into the sludge

[esoscreenshots]

Quick! Go buy a lottery ticket!

[finsaraan]

DON'T FUCKING DO IT YOU SLIMEY BASTARD

I EN’T DONE NOTHIN’ YA OLD FART

[generalofthenorth]

Go on~ but, you know. For Rehvas.

Send me "Go on~" and my muse will describe in detail a quality they find endearing about your muse.

“That damn smile,” he chuckled warmly, “how you manage to make it so warm and soft to charming and mischievous is beyond me, but no matter what, I admit it makes me weak every time I see it.”

[aurielswaywardson]

dyslexic-daedra

“I cannot say I have fought that battle.”  He leaned against the same wall mere feet from Manarion.  “But as I understand it, you aren’t the first and won’t be the last.  I can’t really get drunk like you do but...  I have watched others struggle with it.”  

He tapped his head against the wall.  “It’s hard for altmer to admit when they have a problem.  Society demands perfection, and problems are seen as failures.  Even within a support system, the individual is expected to handle all their own problems without aid.  When I was simply a dispassionate observer, I thought it strange and fascinating that such a social creature could be so willing to isolate.  But now...  it’s just sad.  It’s people hurting themselves needlessly.”

Talasse smiled with tight lips and a soft brief laugh.  “Heh... must Summerset be pretty fucked up for a daedra to pity your society.”  His smile faded just as quickly as it appeared.  “I wish I could actually help you.”

Manarion watched Talasse with bleary golden eyes, his expression considerably more open and relaxed then it usually was around the Daedra disguised as a Dunmer. It almost appeared that since their conversation and venting steam, he seemed to be much less antagonistic to the other.

“I am not all Altmer.” He said simply, drawing a long leg closer to him, and making the wooden bench beneath him groan slightly in protest. The former Thalmor shrugged broad shoulders and released a puff of breath. “Thank you for offering.”

[aurielswaywardson]

Do you plan on drinking yourself to death or...?

“I did not realize ‘or’ was an option. I like that option.” The former General leaned against the wall, giving the Dunmer a few sluggish blinks of confusion before his expression shifted more to guilt. “I do not know how to stop, I suppose...” He trailed off, looking away.

[generalofthenorth]

go on~ for Talasse too since he's writing him letters and over sharing hard core.

Send me "Go on~" and my muse will describe in detail a quality they find endearing about your muse.

“You don’t seem to give a damn what anyone thinks and you clearly say what’s on your mind without being a total ass.”

[generalofthenorth]

((We have to make do then... for the starter...)) NEE AH HA!

     Even on the battlefield, the jarring cry was enough to startle Tullius and while he wouldn’t admit to giving a little startled jump, he did manage to turn and flash the mer a wide-eyed looked that quickly morphed into bemusement.

     “Good Gods,” he chuckled quietly before turning back to defend himself from a wild swing from a rebel. “Are you always this passionate?” he yelled over the clamor of the battle.