#maasli

[brielleroux-archive-blog]

? (Any muse c: )

Send me a ? and my character will ask yours a question they’ve always wanted to but never have.

The expression on her face was apologetic, and she hesitated before speaking. “What happened to your ear?”

[brielleroux-archive-blog]

maaslithewoodelf said: The comment from the little girl caught Maasli off guard. His eyes widened and he stared at her for a moment. It took a moment, but he brushed it off and smiled at her. “Just an accident… Nothing for you to worry about.”

Was she not supposed to ask about that? Oh no, did she make him sad? This happened because she stared at him, didn’t it? Mother always told her to not stare. “Sorry. I’m sorry. Won’t worry about it.” She paused, and then pulled down her sleeve, exposing a scar. “Got one myself. See? Burn scar is what it is.”

It was only fair to show hers, yes?

[brielleroux-archive-blog]

LITTLE THING

One inquisitive glance was shot at the elf. Another glance followed after a brief moment of distraction, and then another, and another. She couldn’t help herself.

Soon her feet were shuffling across the ground. She looked over a shoulder, smiled when no one followed her, and continued to inch her way toward the elf. Small hands gripped the log as tightly as they could, and legs were swung over. “Your ear,” the girl said, pulling down her scarf. “What happened? S’pose to look like the other one.”

[dalamusrex]

☮

The vampire leans down, but only slightly, to give the Bosmer a kiss on his forehead. Perhaps a more subtle and silent apology for leaving the corpse of his father in his house..

[dalamusrex]

★ (because why not)

If we kissed:

[x] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[x] Slap/Push you away.

If you asked me out I’d say:

[x] Um no.

[] YES.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[x] No.

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[x] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[x] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

[] No.

[jacemillefiore]

Cider and testosterone

Jace, being the guildmaster of the thieves guild in Riften has a mass of responsibilities, but ever since his son had been kidnapped, and upon finding him had made him lose love for the land.

Having recently come back from Cyrodiil to put him in safekeeping with his mother, who would undoubtedly take better care of him, Jace had grew bitter at the thought of not being good enough for his own flesh and blood. Eventually he had to come back to his responsibilities, and the stockpile of work wasn't pleasant at all.

When that is all said and done, he would sit up on the same apple tree, picking off ripe fruit from the branches as he'd bite into them one by one until he got pleasantly full. Little did he know, there was a wandering mer beneath him, and as he was beginning to fall asleep, the basket in his lap was sliding off, falling onto the mer's head.

The Nord was snoozing, blissfully unaware of what he discomfort he might've caused the bosmer beneath him.