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"Hmm?" Tyr looked up  from what he was doing when he heard someone say his name, which was currently cleaning his tools after finishing a job. He looked her over for a moment, as if waiting for her to tell him what she needed his help with, but when she said nothing more he simply stepped out around the table and followed her outside. 

"What did you need help with?" he asked, rubbing his wrist as he came to a stop near her. 

Sunshine and Picnics [Tyr, Tort]

It was a spur of the moment decision, but overall Tortulja thought it was a good idea. After having spoke with Bart about Tyr and his habits, Tort thought it appropriate the priest had time outside of the Hall.

Emphasis on outside the Hall.

With a bit of determination, Tortulja managed to gather a decent amount of food - a few sandwiches, some fruit, and a couple drinks - as well as a sheet to sit on and a good idea as to where the two could go.

After setting everything by the door outside, Tort peeked into the preparation room where Tyr was and cleared her throat.

"Tyr?" she called, somehow managing to keep her face slightly neutral. "Would you come help me with something outside, please? I’ll be right out the door."

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#006 Stress

Ever since Irik's death and Tyr leaving Falkreath he has suffered from sleepless nights and sudden nosebleeds. It is difficult for him to fal asleep at night, and will often compensate for this by working instead. Over the years he's gotten nosebleeds more often, and now it happens up to two times a week.

If asked about either he will most likely deny it altogether unless confronted with it while it's happening. However, it should be noted that he's sleeping more, and somewhat regularly, now that Bart and Tort are working in the Hall with him.

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"Make me."

"No," Tyr said with firmness that surprised even himself. "If you do not wish to help me pick flowers for the dead that is your choice, but please don’t stand in my way."

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"I just want to cuddle."

"I.. well, I suppose we could do that," he said calmly in a hushed voice, not quite sure where to put his hands - or the rest of himself for that matter, but eventually settled for wrapping them around her in a warm, friendly hug of sorts.

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"...I think I broke it."

"What?" Tyr turned to look over his shoulder before he let out a short laugh and turned around completely. "Ah, no, you didn’t," he told her and held out a hand to show her that he could fix it if she gave it to him, but didn’t take it from her.

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"I already regret this."

"Well, that’s alright," Tyr said and put a reassuring hand on the Breton’s shoulder. "You don’t have to do it unless you want to, i can finish it on my own."

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"Just relax."

Axel chuckled and shook his head “I can relax when I’m dead.”

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"Just relax."

"I’ll relax once I’m done here," Tyr replied and quickly glanced over at Bo. After I have fed the cat, made breakfast, woken Bart, eaten, done the dishes, washed the clothes and let the cat out.

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"Well, that was unexpected."

Axel looked up from the body he was preparing fro burial and quirked a brow at the unfamiliar man. “Not expecting anyone to be down here?” he asked calmly as he continued to work.

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"That isn't mine."

"I know, but would you please give it to me?" Tyr asked and motioned towards the shirt on the table.

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"I missed you."

As soon as she said it, Tyr felt a twinge of guilt and he looked away for her for a moment. Tort was one of his best friends, and he hadn’t even taken the time to leave the Hall and visit her.

"I missed you too, Tort," he managed finally and looked at her again.

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"I think I broke it."

Axel stopped what he was doing and turned to face the other man. “How can you break a shovel?” he asked just as his eyes discovered the shovel, now in two pieces, in Bran’s hands. “I… guess it’s time to get a new one, then.”

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Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts. [Part I]

"My parents know."

"Don’t go."

"You’re under arrest."

"Just let me die."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"Make me."

"Kiss me you idiot."

"I didn’t do it."

"That isn’t mine."

"Marry me?"

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Be mine."

"You owe me."

"Just relax."

"I already regret this."

"Where are my clothes?"

"You could have killed someone!"

"I think I broke it."

"Do you love me?"

"We need to talk."

"Never again."

"Do I know you?"

"How drunk are you right now?" 

"Well that was unexpected." 

"Have you ever even done this before?" 

"I just want to cuddle."

"I can’t even look at you."

"What happened to you?"

"Don’t you dare."

"I missed you."

"This stays between us."

"I need a hug."

"I could kill you!"

"Kiss me."

"You’re so weird."

"Why are you wearing that?"

"You coward."

"You’re all out of ____."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

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Axel

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Tyr

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"Don't go."

He stopped, looking down at his feet. He idly shook his head and stayed quiet for a while before he finally said “Alright. I’m not going anywhere.”

Tyr turned around and walked towards her, all in the same motion. When he was close enough, he put a hand on her side of her neck and moved forward to close the gap between them. He pressed his lips to hers, closing his eyes as he did so.

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"You owe me."

Tyr let out an audible sigh and turned to face Bart. “I cook you dinner every day, and I owe you? Why?” he threw his arms out, clearly confused.