#halethdovahkiin

[byoblivion]

❝ Alright, fine. One more question. ❞

@haleth-dovahkiin​ !

[inerevarine]

@haleth-dovahkiin​ sent a courier :  ❛  your gut knows what’s up. trust that bitch.  ❜

𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐.  it wasn’t that she was wrong, no-- far from it, actually.  there were too many times to count in their life where taking exactly that advice to heart would have done them some good.   not so anymore, though.  they hardly had things of such importance on their plate nowadays.

 slowly, the older mer canted their head downwards, peering curiously through the hollowed eyes of their mask.  white lashes rimmed mismatched and crooked eyes, and though they appeared tired, they held a glimmer of mischief and wisdom that was unmissable.

❝ wise words, daeseh. was this a lesson learned the easy way or the hard way, i wonder? ❞

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[mxxnblind]

@haleth-dovahkiin ;;  ♡

Solstheim boasted temperamental weather patterns to put things  ...  lightly.  Blinding whiteouts & suffocating ash storms  --  the island was cruel to the ill prepared & ever testing of those who’d dared brave the odds & dubbed the inhospitable terrain their home.  Crimson eyes narrow in impatience ; watching on helpless standby as the swirling ash comes in wicked gusts, greats drifts seeping into meticulously groomed clearings & threatening the wooden beams of supportive platforms.  One step forward.  Two steps back.  

An ornery frown creases the outer corners of his lips.  The storm had been sudden & seemed intent on lingering for the night as whatever traces of sunlight faded into the abyss of night.  He wonders it a trick of the fading light at first ; a lone figure stumbling blindly through the static of an ashen horizon.  He strays from his sheltered table & accommodations ; questioning his vision as the shadow strays nearer the Barrow & into better view.  He debates bothering with venturing further into the ash, but shifts uncomfortably as the petite frame slips a little too near the empty bowl of Kolbjorn’s entrance for comfort.  

A nasty fall that would be.  Ralis hisses, briskly taking the, thankfully, familiar path along the rim of the Barrow.  The last thing this disastrous excavation needed was that.

[knightbleed]

@haleth-dovahkiin​ -  💬

He wasn’t usually the type to go on quests for some forgotten relics but it came to his attention that the ruins of his old family home were discovered near the border of Cyrodill, and he knew going there was something he couldn’t do alone. Luckily he had known someone who’d be perfect for this adventure. The Dragonborn. And he was glad she obliged to his request.

It takes a couple days to actually reach the house but when they he stops dead in his tracks, smelling the air, they weren’t alone. He watches the ruins of his home, until he sees something move inside. ❝ There's someone in the house. ❞  he draws his sword slowly. ❝ We should wait a little while to see if they have any other people with them. ❞

[luckydxy]

@haleth-dovahkiin​ ;; fluff call

A pale glow fills the tent with its tender light ; waxing & waning in a steady flowing pulse.  The beacon a delicate orb cradled within the yawning Imperial’s palms.  Blinking, she drags herself upright, still half in her bedroll, looking down to the other form sharing the space.  “-- Haleth.” A nudge, "Haleth wake up."

The light fades completely, palms now fully clasped together with a light clap, as Ara fully worms herself out of her bedding.  Dark hair a loose wave over her shoulders, tickling Haleth’s nose, as Ara looms overhead with another nudge.  “I had a dream.”  She chirps with a groggy half smile, “You were in it.”

[finsaraan]

✂ - for my muse to rescue yours from danger

     “I did not suffer through four eras of Apocrypha for this!”, is what Miraak is trying to say. Or at least, he would be saying that, if there wasn’t an enchanted metal bar in his mouth reducing him to furious noises. Privately, he’s impressed by the speed with which the offending gag was created, once he’d set the cloth gag on fire, melted the ordinary iron one, and just about got free by taking down a pillar and several of his jailers with a sharp retort.

Mostly, he’s irritated. Fucking vampires. Vampires hadn’t been invented yet when he was on Nirn! They have an unfair advantage. Beneath that irritation, he’s concerned and suspicious with how organised and well prepared these people seem for holding a Dragonborn captive

The strange sounds of vampire aggression, and an erupting fight, outside catch his attention, and he tries to lean against the chains to see out of the door.

[anovisxllando]

@handsom-mer

The late evening brought about a gentle rain from the Jeralls, blanketing the foothills where Riften lay in a low veil of clouds. Anovis listened to the light pattering of droplets hit the slate stone outside the door and windows. While he so wanted to run after his daughter, he knew it would be for the best to allow her to work things out in her own time. In the brief moments he had been with her, Anovis knew she was head-strong so much like Tabiah. And himself, if he were truly honest. He covered his face with a hand and allowed his breathing to even, Meeko at his side, nosing for attention. The dog, brilliant animal he was, laid his head in Anovis’s lap, earning a rub on the head from the mer. 

Something else, more than Haleth’s abrupt departure, concerned him: where was Tabiah in all this? Surely his daughter was not allowed to roam Skyrim alone at such a young age— no Dunmer parent would allow that. A sense of dread churned in his stomach, but he willed it away. After all, without the ring, he would be unable to call for his wife even if she had passed; he could resort to desperate measures to contact his own ancestors, but as he recalled, many of his ancestors were prickly and would do little to help him through any emotional turmoil. Instead he sat awake, waiting for his son’s return. 

The candles burned low as he drifted into a light sleep. He heard the door click open, and he moved to right himself. “Rehvas?” he asked, rubbing his eyes. “Is that you?”

[enkikiwi]

@haleth-dovahkiin || here!!

          He was on the verge of tears when Haleth caught him, though his illness was making it much harder to breathe through them. As he’s lowered onto the bedroll by the Dunmer, he shudders, curling in on himself.

          He takes a few moments before rolling onto his stomach and attempting to push himself up to stand and continue walking. “...I... have to keep going, Haleth.” he wheezes. “I can’t stay in one place for too long. It’s not safe.”

          Nirilhe hated the sensation in his hands. He felt like he was still holding her skull. It was going to make him sick.