#kingofmead

[shadows-of-almsivi]

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((AND THAT’S TEN YAY. Thank you! Now, what to pick for reading...))

[wineandfire-blog]

Are they ever a pushover about something? If so, how?

Only to his superiors. He thinks that by doing whatever they ask he’ll get up in the Thalmor, even the grunt work like disposing of prisoners corpses and emptying chamber pots. 

[askdusty]

✖ — a repressed memory

He’s hardly more than a boy. Couldn’t have grown hair on his chin, but he faces her with an unsheathed sword, eyes wide with fear and adrenaline. His hands shake. 

They shake still as she dismantles him, piece by piece, into useful components. Into something no longer human, but recognizable as once being. 

She pushes it out of her mind, and will do so many times more.

[netepi-seht]

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“Could you be any more obvious.” 

[northernysmir-blog]

+3

“There’s a frostbite spider behind you-- look out!!” Iona fires an arrow, piercing the spider causing it to shriek in pain. Another arrow in the eyes and it was dead. “I really hate those things. Are you alright? That thing could have bitten you!”

[fortheloveofmead]

kingofmead

Just had my birthday yesterday and I am wiped out....

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[vvardenfellcat]

♡!!!

“Hm…” The Khajiit kept an unimpressed expression on his face as he looked over the Altmer, slowly walking a circle around him as if ‘assessing’ him. He finally came to a halt in front of the mer, arms folded and a finger tapping on his lips as if thinking. J’hasi smirked.

“I suppose you could be intimidating. If you tried.” He laughed, tail curling at the tip in amusement.

“You’ve got lovely hair. It’s a nice color.”

[fortheloveofmead]

ϟ = Are they a light or heavy sleeper? Can they sleep through a lot of noise?

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Considering the fact that she sleeps with her horse at times, you’d assume they were a heavy sleeper. But when not heavily induced by alcohol, she can easily catch any movements or noise in the room. 

As a child, her father Urmas would always have to struggle to leave the bed to go do anything when Keila was beside him. Whether he was going to use the restroom or inspired to do some late night writing.