#khajiit-djar

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twokhajiitandawolf asked you:  2012-06-10 03:15

((D'Darro obvs /cackles/))

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Unf ((for Dar))

If you snuck in my room I would:

[X] Go back to sleep (after sexy times)

[] Kick you out

[X] Cuddle with you

[] Be like wtf?

[X] Let you sleepover ((I guess? I mean, they kind of... live together... so there really isn't another option...))

[] Beat your ass

[X] Sexy time

If you kissed me I would:

[X] Kiss you back

[X] Smile & laugh

[] Be shocked

[] Slap you

You are:

[X] Cute

[X] Adorable

[] Pretty

[] Beautiful

[] Okay

[X] Sexy

[X] Hotass Motherfucker

[] Ew

I Would:

[X] Smash

[] Pass

((idek what 'smash' or 'pass' means, so I'm going to assume 'smash' means 'have sex with' and 'pass' means 'ew gross i'm not sexing that'

if it means something else, someone let me know lololol.))

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((Dar:

And then he did.))

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It's too soon ((for Dar))

He smiles grimly as he reaches a hand up to brush his fingers on D'Jar's cheek.

"You're crying, babe... Don't be sad..." He breathes once deeply, but it is labored and there is the obvious sound of foreign liquid in his throat, likely from his lungs.

"It's cold... it's been so long... since I've been cold..." His body begins to become limp, his head resting on D'Jar's chest.

"I love you..."

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((To Dar obvs: Honey, I'm home!))

Dar ran to the door to greet D'Jar, grin plastered on his face. He wrapped the large Khajiit in a tight hug, feeling strong arms hold him as he did so, and buried his face in his lover's chest, breathing in the scent of him.

He smelled like the hunt.

When he was younger, the smell his father carried when he came back from hunting was repulsive. It smelled like death and steel and bone and blood. His family didn't seem to notice, probably because his Khajiit nose was more sensitive than theirs.

Now, after his blooding, the smell was comforting and familiar. The smell of steel and bone and blood was not death, it was life. Or, rather, the beginning of it, facilitated by the end of another.

All this was not consciously thought, however. No, J'Darro was currently preoccupied with responding in kind to the lips pressed against his own, concentrating on not looking like a complete fool for smiling so much.

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Magic Hours

Coming back from the market district, J'Darro entered the room at the Drunken huntsman he and D'Jar were staying in and set down his satchel of potions from Al and another satchel of groceries from the market. He grumbled and scowled as he picked through them.

"I had the mossst peculiar time at the market today. Carlotta jussst gave me my groceriess for free, then closssed up shop in the middle of the day. Then sshe went inssside and everyone wass ssstaring at me on my way out of the Marketsss."

He set potions down on the table and turned them in his hands, finding a particular one before turning and facing D'Jar to hand it to him.

"I got sssome more potionss from A-" He stopped, his brow furrowing at the look D'Jar was giving him.

"What? Not you too..." He slumped his shoulders and sighed.

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((3 words)) Well, good mornin'.

Morning.