#moonlit-beginnings

[aworldofyou]

(( "lightning doesn't mourn." that is one hell of a quote ))

OH HE HAS SOME GOLDEN THINGS WITH ELSA AND JUST IN GENERAL OKAY. My favorite is ... all of them. But also the moment she fell in love with him and called his rage magnificence. But also the hand holding, BUT ALSO THE DECLARATION THAT HIS HOME IS HER HOME.

it's giving me golden material for Wanahton (my muse) and another brand NEW muse.

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She didn’t understand his aversion to her; what had she done wrong? Was she particularly offensive-looking, or something?

The Khajiit shrugged, casually wrapping the cloak around her and tilting her head at him.

“Negative implications? What do you mean?”

A house usually meant food and warmth. She didn’t know what could possibly be negative about that.

“I would like that!”

Oh, no. Oh, no no no no. He was not about to explain why and what bored people gossip about in the snow-covered hold. All he could do was swallow awkwardly and look only at her face.

"Er, it doesn't matter, really. Let's get you out of this cold, hm?"

His house wasn't big, by any means. A modest selection of herbs and enchanting spells lined the shelves above his table.

"Please, wait here by the fire and I will see if I can find a suitable shirt. Then something to eat." He rounded the corner to search the chest at the foot of his bed. "I think I have some venison left. Maybe some carrots and some bread. A quick stew sound acceptable?"

He rarely received visitors, real, honest to the divines visitors, so he tried his best to be a gracious host to the stranger. However gracious he was trying to be, he was thankful she was still at the table and not rummaging through his belongings once he returned with the ivory wool shirt.

"This one should fit, yes?"

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🎂☀️💌 (also i should put our threads on your interest tracker when i get the time, tho i'm worried you didn't like them that much bc haha anxiety go brr)

emojis for muns

Okay, that's it. All mutuals are my friends now. You don't have a choice.

And idk who told you I don't like our threads, but I need to have some stern words with them. Anxiety, meet me outside for your daily fistfight. I love them, and I've been thinking about them. (Idk if you've seen, but I'm a bit out of commission until some medical stuff sorts itself out. I've been putting stuff out as I have the energy, but it's been few and far between.) But please don't think because of this I'm uninterested or bored with a thread.

You're super sweet and I can't wait to write more with you. 💕

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M'nari was terribly lost.

This was nothing new, of course. She squinted in the dark, looking at her surroundings with the hope of finding some barrels to rummage in for food.

Unfortunately, this was a bad day to be lost; the Khajiit was struggling with some internal problems, to say the least. The wolf was trying to surface. The evening was right for it, after all, and M'nari was being so greedy with her time in control.

She was about to protest to herself that the wolf had to wait one more day - until she was interrupted by a greeting. Her breath hitched as she whirled to look at the figure staring back at her.

There was something about the woman's eyes that had M'nari's hackles raised, but the young cat once again hushed her wolf spirit - with a bit of difficulty, as she shuddered from head-to-toe and momentarily looked rather diseased. This was likely made worse by the sudden urge to vomit that overcame the Khajiit.

Before she could even return a "hello",

she threw up all over the road.

The disrespect!

Itzli hissed between her teeth at the woman selfishly wasting her time. She didn't seem to even care that she only had so long to feed, and here she was desperate enough to pick fur out of her fangs to get a meal. But not quite desperate enough to eat something contaminated.

Disgusting. Disgusting and selfish.

"How very dare you, cat," she spat. "The gods have smiled on you tonight with how narrowly you missed my boots."

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There was an awkward silence as the Khajiit turned to face the person greeting her; her naked fur still scraggly from an awkward shift without spare clothing, and to boot, she was covered in dried blood and dirt.

She blinked a few times, before letting out a quiet noise of uncertainty.

"Caravan?" The young woman answered. "I, uh...I don't belong to the traders, sorry..."

There was a first time for everything, Ian supposed, looking everywhere but at her. Damn the luck that he hadn't noticed this before he approached her. One day, his inability to pay attention would get him into a pickle.

"I, uh, quite alright. My apologies for assuming.." he said, staring at a particularly boring rock by his boot. He wasn't sure if manners dictated he keep looking away, or if he make eye contact, so he settled on staring at the top of her head. From a distance, maybe it looked like eye contact?

The wind whipped his cloak up with swirls of fresh snow and chilled him clear to the bone. This woman looked unfortunately rough. Dirty and scraggly as she may be, Ian unpinned his cloak and offered it to her, looking away again.

"I-ii know there's, uh, there's negative implications behind this, and please don't think my intentions are, are in any way.. uh, nefarious, but would you like to, er, possibly come back to my house and get cleaned up? Warmed up? See if I have some clothes that may fit?"

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The worst part of enchanted items was recharging them. Sourcing soul gems always made Ian feel a little icky. Filling the soul gems was even worse, damn the luck. He imagined if it hadn't been such nefarious work, more people would be enchanting all of their belongings. He prayed to Stendarr that they would remain in the dark, unaware of the helpfulness they were actively avoiding. Buying things from khajiit caravans was a different adventure every time. Once, he was accused of stealing a wheel of cheese. Where would he have put it?

This khajiit seemed to have ventured away from the caravan. Hopefully, they were close enough to it to make his walk worth his while. He had important wizard things to do.

"Hullo? Khajiit? Is your caravan near? I need to make a purchase. Oh."

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Dusk had settled over the hold, which made it the perfect time for Itzli to find a meal. Her pallid skin was marbled in the moonlight as she leaned against a tree watching, waiting. The road was busy enough. Merchants and farmers coming in from all over Skyrim. It was only a matter of time until she found the perfect target.

There she was. Normally, Itzli didn't like eating khajiit. There was just.. just too much fur. Maybe she'll shave her neck beforehand. She was alone, looked slightly confused, and, as fucked up as it was, the horrible people of Skyrim generally didn't care when someone they deemed lesser disappeared. The vampire left her spot against the tree and approached her. The moonlight hit her eyes like a dark carnelian held in front of a candle.

"Hi there, traveler."

[dalamusrex]

"When is a monster not a monster?"

A hypothetical quandary, or a sincere inquiry? Either way, Dalamus had an answer. It was something he had often pondered, himself, and thankfully he had friends to help him come to his conclusion.

"I suppose... A monster is not a monster when it chooses to be kind." To that effect, he held his hand towards the Khajiit in greeting. He even offered a small, closed-mouth smile--not that werewolves usually needed to see his fangs to know he was a vampire. Perhaps she already sensed a kindred spirit in him. A fellow monster.

"I do not believe we have met before. Ju'rohn. My name is Dalamus."