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so i might be MIA tonight bc i n EED TO WRITE IT ALL DOWN I NEE-
D IT. may pop in occasionally???? watches you all from afar w/ lov-
The action brought silence upon her silver tongue, its gleam
tarnished by surprise. She knew Vilkas to suffer from a temper,
and she knew him a worthy opponent in battle, but she had
never feared him. Had they been on opposite sides this would
of a different case. Dark eyes gleaming with interest, flecks of
gold could be made out in the lamp light. They were a sharp
contrast to the steely silver of her shield-brother’s.
❝ Why must you assume I wish you only ill will?
Who turned you into such an distrustful soul, lad? ❞
The silence was a weapon of itself. ’Twas not something he
associated with his shield-sister, for her lips hid finer silver t-
han would craft many a ring in Skyrim. Eyes were locked to h-
ers, waiting for counter-reaction. Almost praying for it, that sh-
e might prove him right in his suspicions.
She did not.
Instead, her words cut like molten dagger. A minute widening
of his eyes would be swiftly followed by release of her hand.
( of course. she didn’t know. )
“That is none of your concern.” A pause.
“Forgive me. I did not mean to
❝ Kodlak believes if we are to fight together we
must learnt to get along. ❞
It is true they fought well by each other’s sides, for all the
antagonism that existed outside of enemy-driven battle.
They moved in sync, a process they both wished to deny
on a count of stubborn hearts and heads. At least Puck
was attempting to build a bridge between them. That was
❝ What if I placed my mage’s hand here? ❞
She pointedly pressing a finger into the muscle of his calf.
She brought up the old man, and simultaneously brought a hard
grit to his teeth. He loathed to disappoint Kodlak
as man and teacher. Her referral would dial back his hostility, le-
aving him barely tolerant, but not actively aggressive. At least, no-
t so much whilst her hand lay away from his vicinity.
Palm lashed out, grasping her finger tight to its heart.
He would not seek to cause pain. Only discomfort.
“Do not test me," he warned her. "I’ve no patience for your tri-
❝ At last. Took a scenic route, did we? ❞
Obviously exaggerating the extent of just how long
she had to wait ( couple of minutes at best ), she closes
the distance in a few quick steps, unceremoniously hooking
her arm with Vilkas’. Said action is thus followed by
the man to the selection stand itself, pointing a pale finger at a
( delicious-looking ) mass of gelato of a truly eye-stinging blue colour.
❝ You’ve any idea what the fuck does this taste like? ❞
“Yeah, I love all these cars. Really brings out the poet in me.”
He allows himself to be vastly dominated by the presence of
oing, while he just kind of tags along. At this point, he’s like a
walking wallet, but he doesn’t mind. Could have worse comp-
any. Eyes squint, feigning pain from electric blue shade, but
he’s an adventurer, after all.
”No clue. Let’s poison ourselves.”
No Church In The Wild by Kayne West & Jay-z ft. Frank Ocean
Human being to the mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a god?
What’s a god to a non-believer?
Who don’t believe in anything?