#halrhjarta

[wasulfhrafnx]

lira, trying to wrangle her aggressive children: there isn't enough alcohol in whiterun hold

       lira, chain smoking and visibly aged by fifty years:  this is fine

                                               also lira

[exilekniight]

fight me

“You’re on, bitch-chan.”

[firsnotfurs]

6'1

» send me ↕ + your muse’s height  // accepting

Use him as a step stool – Please use this man as a step stool. 

One gutter goblin step stool for sale - no refunds. 

[visorshot-a]

@halrhjarta replied to your photo

YES PLEASE

@firstdrawn replied to your photo

yells !!!! you're gorgeous

@simple-geometry replied to your photo

WOW YOU'RE SO GOSH DARN GORGEOUS!

Y’ALL’RE MAKING ME BLUSH th...thank you?? i’m crying

[balfourarchive]

@halrhjarta. call.

         ‘ i’ll pay you, ’ he says, apparently too done with all this to bother with beating around the bush. he needs to get out of this bastard frozen waste of a country and back to high rock, but his problems aren’t going to take care of themselves. what he needs is people willing to fight-- and usually, giving people enough gold can make them do all sorts of things. ‘ name a price and you’ll have it. i just need you to get me out of skyrim in one piece. ’ 

[wasulfhrafnx]

lira i want mcdonalds

we have food at home

[scndor]

pancakes.

BLESSED

[wasulfhrafnx]

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send ◘ to grab my muse’s jaw, forcing them to look at yours.  

     she scowls the moment kálla takes hold of her chin, craning her neck up to meet her piercing gaze, not without a fair bit of resistance on her end. it isn’t done in challenge, she knows, nor is it coming from a place of insolence. the young wolf’s concern is plain enough for her to see, still the boldness in her actions strikes a cord.  it makes her feel exposed, vulnerable in a foreign way.

  for a moment she holds her gaze as if reading her thoughts, before a hand moves to gently take hold of hers at the wrist, directing it away from her face. she’s tired and it shows in the shadows beneath her eyes but this was more than mere sleep deprivation. kálla can sense it, as she suspects the others have as well. she’s been distant, lacking the words to make sense of her heart’s dilemma. home had always been within these halls, with those who raised their shields alongside her, but lately, she found herself yearning for something more. wanderlust drawing her further and further away from her family, from the suffocating bustle of whiterun’s streets. she can hear hircine’s call ringing in her ears, growing stronger by the day,  its guiding her to her true potential and she wants to answer. @halrhjarta