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I wanted to do all the quests again before Midnight, so I made Dacian in-game ♡ I got to the Dead Scar and we had a moment for Sir Goldenknight

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You must allow a little frivolity.

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Eluvianna carries her blade tucked into a handsome length of black leather. The scent of tan well-matched to the lull of Eversong wildflowers. She will insist its origins are entirely unremarkable, nothing more than a footnote to whimsy. Yet whatever the story, reverence seems to press heavier than it ought.

The leather runs two fingers wide, matte and unfinished sides joining to a burnished edge. Worn thrice around the left leg with a high half hitch, the dagger rests comfortably beneath a precarious slit. And yet, curiosity has been known to tarry over something held close. A pattern tooled into the burred hide for nary a soul to see. Flourishes wrought in Shath’Yar:

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1001 Nights (1998) dir. Mike Smith, art: Yoshitaka Amano

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The Kissing Knife, The Thorn Knife, The Leather Knife, The Black Knife - Chloe Arrouy

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Aethril sketches 𖤣 𖥧 𖡼 ⚘

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Ethereal's favor, friend.

I will do literally anything to not write. anyway–

Reshii Ribbon dividers. free for use.

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Design for Living (1933) dir. Ernst Lubitsch

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Inspired by architecture in Brill and the Sin'dorei crest. A shelved project that seemed to want a second go, maybe as a book cover this time.

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A beginner’s star-book, an easy guide to the stars and to the astronomical uses of the opera-glass, the field-glass and the telescope, 1912

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Elu in her HotD era ✧

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📍Markarth, Skyrim

📍Windhelm, Skyrim

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Keys (Shadow!) & Lightspawn Daycare ♡

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“You seem quite capable of either without my blessing,” Eluvianna offered, the apathy matched between them. “And yet, here we both stand.”

“However...if what you crave is the sting of mortality, well, the back of my hand has accommodated many before you.”

A long sweep arched it to a halt, ready to indulge perversion or necessity. “With varying degrees of success, of course.”

The palm lingered aloft, more unsettling than the mere anticipation of violence—chaos—a strike unburdened by the need for consent.

At last the tension snapped with a wicked smile. A mindgame.

Though far from harmless.

“But even your Harbinger did not destroy you. Something they saw beyond titillation, hm? Benevolence does inspire some truly lovely stories.”

Her head tilted with an idle tsk.

“So, tell me...how is it that I have managed to earn your mercy?”

Eyes narrowed as a ghost of patience drained from the curve of her lips.

“Really.”

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Poetic ways to suggest you'll totally slap an elf without hesitation. Go.

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Light and dark: she was swayed to neither. Truthfully, it had always been difficult to explain. The shadows, only too eager for a shape more wicked than they deserved.

Little to fear. Little to lose.

But perhaps, now, these were becoming lies. A lovely collection, really. Carefully curated...and entirely inconvenient.