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almost-tulpae‌:

With the commotion brought by the man’s death in the teeth of the dog he had trained himself, it was no wonder that people lost track of their own steps. At least when it came to the average people.  Half a smile appeared on his face. Charming, almost warm. The white of his teeth matching almost perfectly the silver stripe on his hair. But the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. Those were empty, emotionless; sparkling sure, but lackin of soul. His voice was deep and full of courtesy, strong, but peaceful.

“And what kind of vigilance is a Lady meant to do? If a man may ask. As you probably already noticed the events of the day are not as pleasing as they should be” 

There was absolutely no need for him to waste his time talking to her, except for two facts. Any man would have stopped to talk with her, and well…Ladies knew things. And information was always useful.

“Is not often that man gets to see a Lady of such a beauty around these lands. Curiosity arises”

Feet scattered on cobbled roads, a muddle of people, women muting shrieks choked in their throats. The silent thud was easy to notice, a stand of oranges was meant to hold back his fall, fruitless. Cattle were dragged further on the wide road and men gathered in interest to the unfolding scene. A wail and the four-legged perpetrator fled without a trace between small alleyways. Urchins’ ears clung on overhanging terraces, or hands reached between long layered skirts for the promise of fresh scattered fruit. Guards were disposed and upon their duty without hesitation, Tyyne’s sole reaction was of pity. Pity the loss of life, a pin in a haystack to find a good cause for.

Interest was taken from the commotion soon enough, the armed man managed to sneak a snort. 

- You speak as you would be on the ground foaming from within lips. 

 - Nor is often honest interest. Do say, if flattery works on many, kind ser? 

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yoursaviourhasarrived‌:

He didn’t comment on her first sentence, but a smile started to form around the corners of his lips at her last.

“It’d be safe to say that most people who know me would say that you should.”

He got a hold of her hand — just as he remembered it. Warm… welcoming. He had missed this.

“Although it fills my heart with joy to know that you do not banish me.”

A brow darted at the subtle change of demeanor, though there would have been a distorted mirror of an answer, bitter slowly sifting through, it was dismissed upon the meet of their gaze.

 - Many people agree with the dissipation of half the populus, and yet here we are.

A stop.

- Look.

-  Much has passed. More to stew over for a lifetime. Would you rather continue on it for what else there is left, or try to step through? - There would have been times a colour would creep upon her cheeks. - I am glad to see you alive, you know that.

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TYWIN LANNISTER

Paramount of  the   Westernlands, acting Lord of Casterly Rock, H a n d   to   the bastard King

LOPTR

Good of mischief                  Giver of spark                              Head of flame Father to beasts

BRYNDEN RIVERS

Bastard                                  raven lover                 crow

STYRKR

Brother,          Beast                 The Government.

ALAN

Shadow,                  officer, DEAD.

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yoursaviourhasarrived‌:

How to summarize everything? Loki felt his throat became dry. The mischief was gone from his emerald orbs.

“Frigga is dead.” He admitted. “Odin is dead. Heimdall is dead. The Bifröst is gone. Asgard is… Asgard is no more.” He paused momentarily. “Thor thinks I’m gone, too. I’ll give Thanos that I thought that, too.” He sighed and ran a hand in his ebony hair. “I’m more familiar with Death than I am with Life. But maybe now… I could try if I’m good at living, too. After all… I’ve got nothing more to lose.” He ignored his emotions were breaking through his stoic expression. For now. “Do you want me in your life… or not?”

As short the answer, the hard it hit. Shame crept up her spine, darting its bitter fangs in prickles of skin. Loathe the woman had for the fact and despite not being cruel yet in her answers, the will to do so later cloaked her in remorse.

Mask cracked as the steel of lips, a gentle expression was offered as their hatchet. 

- I am sorry for your loss.

Hand leaned for his in consolation, Tyyne knew they were close. He instead pressed onwards -much to her surprise.             Did it really matter as much? 

- I have never banished you and you know that.

                         Some might say I never could.

But that was not for his ears.

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almost-tulpae‌:

open for literally anyone

Not so far away from where he was standing,  a loyal dog, fierce before everyone and meek only for his master, had gone crazy. Attacking the one that fed it every day, that raised it since it was naught but a puppy. The screams of it’s former owner filled the air in the sunrise and people gathered around the scene. In all honesty, not much was lost that day. Abusers always found  a tragic ends. It was a law of life

Another name had been spoken, and part of the debt was paid. Just one life more and he would be free from his oath. The reason behind that death was deeper than a simple debt though. She wasn’t just another girl. Not just another abused child.  One couldn’t simply mess with a girl like that.

Someone had the common sense of killing the dog, and Jaqen walked away, smirk upon his face. That one was easy.

“That man should have been more careful” He randomly commented, more for himself that anything returning to his assigned position among the guards.

Sun. Golden pierce of rays falling against the valley, a warmth that spread both within lands and the heart of man. What seemed a soften of winter and its biting winds now slowly allowed heat to crawl, creep its path onto the Auslag hold, melting ice both from buildings, rivers, and lakes and from the grey that fell upon people. Such pleasant weather drew out all sorts, so it did the lady of hold, a ride towards the sea on the path leading from the Keep for shore.

The harbor was rich with life, a buzz never-ending, from dawn ‘till dusk, alive in its own being, a life all was proud to be graced with and able to give to everyone under her reach. Means were met of her business, the lady of the hold simply wandered through aisles to see if there were anything catching her eye.

That is she would have, were there not for a bump and a sudden stop. Turning towards the owner of the low timber the woman mirrored his court nod. - As should have I. 

- There is aught a need to take it all upon yourself, ser. I wager a duty of constant vigilance may get your mind wander.

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@yoursaviourhasarrived

One of the reasons he liked her so much was the fact that she was not a fool. She couldn’t be tricked so easily… and at this moment, he liked and disliked this little thing about her. He wanted to reunite. And he would. Play the ice queen and he’d just burn brighter to warm her up to his liking.

“Since my father was… uncapable of ruling, I’ve spent a little time on Asgard to keep it safe until Thor returned.” Loki didn’t move closer, not yet, this time. A woman had claws; and if Tyyne didn’t forgive him, he’d lose both of his eyes for sure. “Unfortunately, our sister, Hela returned as well… there were… complications.”

Many believe Paris being a fool for leading the war for a woman. Many believe the men of Troy are even more mad to follow through when all happened from a mere smile. And yet when the subtle curl on his lips showed, dripping of weary and small approach, there was almost a silent understanding of it.

Tyyne followed as his reasoning continued, wondering how much of it was true and how much of it stories. Why would he lie? the inner question, but then again, why wouldn’t he. There were some lines that caught her interest. Slight ripples of skin that were not there before, a general air of fatigue so counter to the energy, radiating figure he had been known for.

 - You owe me no excuse, I hope that is clear. I am but curious.

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@yoursaviourhasarrived

“Thanos is dead.”

The reply was simple and quiet, and yet, there was a light ring to it. Loki shifted even closer when she made eyecontact.

“So is a lot of others of those who wouldn’t want me here. This realm is safe for me to stay. Finally.”

Until a certain Doctor changes his mind, he thought.

That name. Walls dotted yellow from lights coming out were barren, buzzing streets, a mesh of sirens echoed only in the distance. Half the people lost in a moment’s notice and (most) of the other half lost their reasons to continue. Many had spoken of the one responsible, even less have said the name.  Of course, he would know.

A scent of history, his proximity was. Familiarity rushed through with the pink cloud of nostalgia and for moments a few it almost worked. The lure was set, he knew perfectly well and if Tyyne was a fool, he was the king of all insane. Trying all over again.

- What held you back? Before, I mean.

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@yoursaviourhasarrived​

Watching her placing down the mug drew a smirk across his face. She was straight cool, as always.

“Despite the fact I’ve been gone, nothing changed.” He shifted closer; slow, aware. Just in case. He’d be a fool to underestimate her. “The past few months had been quite… hectic, for me. How was it like for you?”

 - Hectic could describe it. 

- But who is one to question the ways of gods.

Who is one to return the favour, the question remained unspoken. Eyes met their pair with a cock of brow. Would there be any sense in finding an explanation? Tyyne leant against the railing afront, somewhere wishing their meet would have been but a figment of dreams.  

- Is there a reason for you to return?

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@yoursaviourhasarrived

“Listen, darling.”

She would recognise it at the instant. The timber. The tone. She almost saw the movement that came along with it. A shadow from times past, lingering about to fester old, healed wounds. And yet, there was no denying, her mind - sharp as ever -  was not playing tricks just yet.

- Am I?

No turn towards the direction, eyes did not flutter from the waking city, the only change was the mug placed back on the table nearby. There could have been words said. Faults listed. But time passed. Nothing could change that. All had their reasons and so did he.

 - Pray tell, would love to know what gives that impression.

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I am in fact alive

So hello there dearies, if there are still a few of you left, who is following. Just an FYI, that I am alive and well, just had an insane half year IRL. Will be returning with as much time I can dedicate here, work, as usual, does not allow too much free. Hope all of you are well <3

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[text]: i need you. now.

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SVEN:

   TO know she had been well was a comfort to him, for time had passed and nothing was ever quite PREDICTABLE in a place like Skyrim. She appeared unharmed and in good faith, as she claimed to be, and that took one less weight from Sven’s shoulders. He worried, when he had good reason to, but those worries could be dismissed now. If only for a LITTLE while.

   HER gratitude never went unnoticed, though Sven never pushed for it. When he had helped her, he had done so because it was the right thing to do— not because he CRAVED to be thanked or rewarded. He had asked nothing in return (though she had given anyway— he’d taken notice of the extra coin, made a note to chastise her later) because he didn’t want anything in return.

   “I wouldn’t mind,” he admitted in light of her suggestion, small half-smile pulling at his lips. “These past few days have been long— a drink doesn’t sound half-bad, nevermind one in good company.”

 - Good. Even you need your well-deserved rest, do you not think?

The weather was kind to them, What was left of light, still shun between pines and deciduous of  Falkreath. The Jeralls did not peak at the point, one could have found warmth, if paid attention, the frost did not creep from its summit at this time of year. Sven was left go, and her bag retrieved from the ground, while a nod motioned him to foolow.

- Aye, good company it is. Careful now, I almost blushed there. - A shake of head, while the gold tinted grass reached their knees during their small climb. - Do tell then, what brings you near here. Any business within Falkreath?

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Your seduction style

You're a master at intimate conversation and verbal enticement. You seduce with words, by getting people to open up to you. By establishing this deep connection quickly, people fall under your power. And then you've got them exactly where you want them!

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thebloodychampion:

“Please don’t thank some god. And why should I miss you. Just because you look amazing naked.”

Is that not good enough of a reason? 

You take as easily as you give.

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thebloodychampion:

“Well you can always try.”

You almost wound me.

Missed me, then? Quite the affectionate nowadays. Is there aught I can thank Mythal for?

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thebloodychampion:

“Well I am not a halla or an elk. Can you ride a bear?”

Of course not. Do forgive me, if I try.

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@thebloodychampion​

"Well you can call it a horse if you want." Cyrion chuckled and watched her for a while.

Please.

I know how to mount halla and elk.