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[soldottiir-a]

‘ Alright, so why did you bring me to a lake so far out in the middle of nowhere  This is gorgeous, yes, but we’re so far from any kind of town. ‘

                                     @furyandice || Established Relationship Starter

[lightpokemonking]

The Crimson Winter

Within Markarth a Nord and Argonian enters the city to collect the bounty of a bandit who was tied up and being carried by the large bulking Nord like a sack of potatoes. “Let me go!” yelled the Breton as he was squirming and kicking the Nord helplessly trying to escape but it was in vain as the Nord was stronger than the Breton as he follows the Argonian through the crowd of onlookers.

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[scytheforhire]

@furyandice answered here

"The drunken idiots over there were hitting on me. I said you were my lover."

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Following the other’s line of sight he caught on to a bunch of more than intoxicated looking men shooting glances their way every once in a while - meaning they were basically staring. “I see, so.. care to take a drink or get outta here?  I mean if you now just leave again your little lie will do jackshit to keep ‘em off your hide.” smirking, Yun used the hand he still had had on the guy’s neck to slide it further down to his shoulder and then completely lay his arm around him.

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[soldottiir-a]

‘ I feel ridiculous in this dress. ‘ The brunette huffs, staring at her reflection in the mirror. ‘ It feels to tight, and it’s making my breasts more noticeable than I want them to be. ‘ The young warrior huffs, trying to adjust the dress, so that it helps her breathe, but it’s nearly impossible. ‘ How can nobles stand these things ? ‘

                                                               @furyandice

[sadclown-rp]

Cut of A Similar Cloth...(Wah-Jah the Knife & Ana)

The days were getting longer and longer as the spring rolled lazily into summer, pulling with it a curtain of sunshine and humid mornings that draped thick fog over Falkreath’s Hold. At the ripe, delightfully dew-dripping time of six in the morning, just as the sun began to rise in the sky and the moons fell below the horizon, it was time to start the fire. Start cooking. Start caring for that…insufferable young brat of a vagabond.

Wah-Jah sometimes doubted himself and his decision to take up that mercenary contract working for a Dunmer woman; Dinasa Beraus. The original contract said she was looking for an experienced bodyguard to escort, protect and aide in barrow-delving, good at traversing dangerous wildlands, comfortable with going off course and able to speak “the local language of Falkreath, Whiterun, and the Eastmarch Holds.” A big load of fat that was, the Argonian reflected piling up logs that had been cut and stacked the night before in a circle of stones he’d gathered throughout the area. They hadn’t seen civilization in over a month, and more conflict with reanimated Nords & dungeon-rats than he’d cared for.

Seating himself up on a stump, he rummaged about in his pack for a bit of packaged potatoes and fresh leaf-litter, wrapping them in the tough native leaves of the land before setting them aside. Begrudgingly, with the shady gaze of the great pines & laurels around him and the pinkish-purplish glow of the morning sky in the distance, the dark-skinned man focused a moment before conjuring a brief, sputtering spark of flame to ignite the bottom-most log. Once lit, he hastily grabbed for his long-knife, jostling the sticks about in an effort to get a fire going.

Now, it wasn’t that he didn’t like going on adventures. In fact, that’d been one of the chiefest reasons for him leaving Blackmarsh and to venture into this cold, dry land. No, it wasn’t that. It was this particular company, this Dinasa Beraus, that made his redish-brown dewlap swell in frustration. For claiming she knew what she was doing, and for being so notably defensive when asked what her goals and missions were, she really seemed to be a fish out of water. Probably just crossed over from Morrowind and plunged into such a polar-opposite province, Wah-Jah doubted she'e ever left her probably-lofty palace-home before in her life. She treated him like a servant, calling him “Boy,” “You brute,” telling him to “shut his sandy lips" whenever he asked questions about the various artifacts she collected throughout the various ruins the pair had explored. On one occasion, she even had the gall to call him "Lizard.”

Minutes passed, and she soon woke up to the smell of burning wood. Without saying so much as a thank you for prepared food, he handed her the modest breakfast of river water, salted beef and baked potatoes he’d made for both of them. Minus the river water for him, though; that’d been replaced with a stiff draught of Alto Wine, finest out of Hammerfell for the price. He would need more if he was to get through another day of this incessant ignoring and distance.

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[scytheforhire]

Ingsianus kisses him at random (Hi XD I'm new here)

SINDAY MEME - accepting(( hello!! @furyandicee and thank you a lot X) ))

The dunmer’s mind raced whether or not he had seen or met the other male before, anywhere that rectified such an enthusiastic... greeting. Drunken nights could sometimes be blurry but right now he was sober and even then did not recall any previous encounters. And yet he had suddenly felt the other’s lips pressed boldly against his own, causing him to hum in surprised pleasure.

Well, irritation or not, he certainly was none to turn down a gifted kiss, so after the first surprise with widened eye and rosen eyebrows, Yun came to and smirked against the nord’s lips. Raising one arm to grab a handful of the other’s short hair and press them closer together, now it being his turn to be bold. A mischievous gleam in his yellowish eye and he let his tongue dart out and slip past the young man’s lips, causing the dunmer to purr in delighted surprise upon caressing along sharp seeming teeth before finally pulling back and bringing himself to pull back again, pulse and breath visibly quickened and now grinning again.

“Now, that’s certainly one way to say hello~   So... you lost a bet or is there a different reason for this? I’m curious~”

[soldottiir-a]

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