#humusbrick

[askdusty]

"I'm not letting you walk, I'm going to carry you!"

"Shh, don't... don't be silly." Dust chuckles against the Bosmer's shoulder, weakly trying to push herself up. "I can... walk..."

[ghosthunterandpriest]

((Vanye+Raakion banter please C8

"He’s on my side of the cart again!" Vanye exclaims angrily, crossing his arms over his chest, puffing himself up like an angry cat. Raakion is looking out the small window, seemingly not involved at all, except for a part of his robes that are artfully draped over what is, apparently, ‘Vanye’s side of the cart’, "Faer!”

Faer sighs, burrows herself further down into her fur collar, turns herself against the side of the cart and pretends to sleep.

It works, for a while, because for all Vanye’s bluster he’s also absolutely terrible at identifying ruses, even such a simple one as someone pretending to sleep. But then it starts again.

"Raakion, stop it!”

"I’m not doing anything." Raakions voice is smooth and level, but if you are really observant, you can see a small sly smile lingering at the corner of his mouth.

"You’re on my side of the cart." Vanye pushes away the offending piece of garment, and Raakion just looks at him over his nose and then promptly folds his legs in a different way, thus bringing the robe back up onto the seat.

"I don’t see your name on it.”

"Faer tell him!”

The called for womer sinks further down into her seat, not answering.

"Vanye, stop making a scene."

“You stop making a scene!”

“You are an idiot.”

"Your face is an idiot.”

"Wow, your insults are actually getting worse. Nice to see those incredibly expensive speechcraft lessons mother enrolled you in were completely wasted.”

"Don’t bring mom into this!"

"Aw, is the darling son going to jump to the rescue of mommy dearest?"

"Stop reaching onto my side!"

"Air is free, horker face.”

"Faer!"

Faer resolves to promising that once they actually arrive in Markarth, she is going to find, and kill, Celedil.

[ghosthunterandpriest]

Reunion

Winterhold is as cold as it always is, and it doesn't matter how many spells or enchantments he has woven into his thalmor robes, they still don't feel as warm as the long, white, luxurious coat he wore last time he were here. Raakion curls his hands into fists, refusing to show weakness by blowing hot air into them.

Ancano, the ass, does not like him much. To be fair, no one of the Thalmor likes him much, because Seron saw quite a few of them in far less... dignified situations, so Ancano isn't really special in that regard.

"Aldataur." Ancano greets him with, sneering in the way only low-born Altmer does when faced with high-born ones (Ancano was born on the wrong side on the tracks, a mer that fought his way, tooth and nail, to the position he is in today), "What do you want?"

Raakion smiles blandly, inclining his head in greeting, "Good Evening, Sera, I am here on my fathers behalf." At the mention of Lamaenor, Ancano stiffens slightly.

"And what would that business be?" Ancano grinds out through his teeth, causing Raakion to smile a bit more broadly. Such an angry mer. He can feel the delightful taste of anger and fear in the air, and Raakion tilts his head,

"Ancano, darling -" He almost grins when Ancano flinches at that, "- Is that really how you want to greet me?" He purrs the last, and Ancano flushes ever so slightly, the slight flush of arousal amongst all that rage making the air taste even sweeter.

"... Tell me if you need any help." The other mer says, at last, and bows stiffly. Raakion pats his cheek as he passes him,

"Of course I will, Justiciar." He says, his voice once again returning to bland, walking past the mer into the Hall of Elements.

[askdusty]

∯

"I wonder what you would think of me, if you could see me now. Would some part of you, the part that chose to train Anya, be proud? That I can take a life, that I can lose myself to the rush of power it brings? Or would you be disappointed?

... I don't know which frightens me more."

[tuhkakulta]

Do you think Humus is at least a little bit attractive? ;)

- Meme

For an Bosmer, anyway.

[malevolentnightshade]

₩

“Thank you, but I have already bathed once today.” Elenwen growled, her pointed ears pinning themselves back as she was drenched in water yet again.

[vvardenfellcat]

∯

“Your craftsmanship is unlike any other. Over a hundred years, and this spear is still holding up just fine, no creaks or cracks, not even a loose head. I almost wish that I would’ve asked you how you did it, but then again, you’d probably never tell, would you? It was the same when we were kids. Anytime you had a surprise or a secret, you’d have the stubbornest jaw out of all of us.

"I’m glad that we had some time to spend with each other before it was your time to go. I still intend to keep that promise, if you’ve held up to yours. Guess we’ll find out after my heart stops, hm?”

[netepi-seht]

ϟ

Such long hair on a mer so small. He looks familiar, have I seen him before?