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coldwindscutclean · 11 years
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♫ ((For Savos and Marcus? c: ))
Marcus:
1st Meeting: Six Weeks - Of Monsters and Men (x)She follows me into the woods,Takes me home 
Getting to know each other: Fireball - Dev (x)Fireball, I’m atomic all day nowTalking bout game, got bars like a playground
Misunderstanding: Scar - Missy Higgins (x)And so that I do remember to never go that far,Could you leave me with a scar? 
Inside Joke: Are We All We Are - P!NK (x)I know you think it’s not your problemI know you think that God will solve them
Becoming Friends/Falling in Love: Marvellous - Dragonette (x)I’m a fool for your wickednessYou’re trouble but I’m learning that you’re cool
Date night: Preacher - OneRepublic (x)Broke every windowIn my hotel heart 
The last Goodbye: Living in Colour - Frightened Rabbit (x)Mark my mouthWhisper that the sickness will go away 
Savos under the cut to save the dash.
Savos
1st Meeting: The Take Over, The Breaks Over - Fall Out Boy (x)We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.We’re dropped and well concealed in secret placesWe don’t fight fair. 
Getting to know each other: Symbiont - Celldweller (x)I wish I didn’t need you now I wish you didn’t need me 
Misunderstanding: El Dorado - Two Steps From Hell (x)
Inside Joke: Jesus Doesn’t Love Me - Dragonette (x)Sinning for a living’s really taking its tollJesus doesn’t love me anymore 
Becoming Friends/Falling in Love: Starting Now - Ingrid Michaelson (x)Still want to hold you and kiss behind your earsBut I recount the countless tears that I lost for you 
Date night: Tiffany Blews - Fall Out Boy (x)Oh baby you’re a classicLike a little black dress 
The last Goodbye: A Little Party Never Killed Nobody (All We Got) - Fergie (x)It don’t mean a thing if I give you my heartIf you tear it apart, no 
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dalamusrex · 11 years
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(( THIS IS MY OPPORTUNITY!! )) "Have you heard the word of Stendarr?"
Dalamus sneered at the newcomer, a priest by the looks of it. Great. "Word is the God of Mercy has no mercy for the undead, or the otherwise unaffiliated with mortals. So, then, he is not a fair god, is he?"
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dakog · 11 years
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Crime and Punishment [Marcus, Dakog]
The main road into Falkreath was practically deserted. It was appropriate, he supposed, for such a dreary place. After all, who in their right mind would actually come to this cesspool by choice? Whatever idiots might have actually enjoyed the hold's somber atmosphere, the orc was certainly not one of them.
He'd come to Falkreath to pursue a business proposition, one that had turned out to be a bust. His prospective partner had never showed, leaving Dakog alone in the pisspot city. Last time he ever trusted that old codger's word. 
Now he was alone, angry, and down a few dozen septims. He'd been hoping that even if a full blown business deal was no longer in the works, he could at least scrounge up some coin from some gullible sap along the road. It was beginning to look like that too was out of the question. The money didn't much matter to him, but the principle did. He wasn't about to return to Riften at a loss. 
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tamrieltrinity · 11 years
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asimplepriest replied to your post: ((ugh hate anons.))
(( what happened?))
((A few people I follow have been getting hate anons and...its just awful, isn't it?))
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boarchasers · 11 years
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The Word of Stendarr [Marcus, Haaki]
Miles away from the Rift, on the other side of Skyrim, with several days' journey between himself and the hold, and Haaki still didn't feel safe. The plan was to visit his sister's grave in Falkreath's cemetery, but the sound of a branch snapping unexpectedly when he neared the town - in retrospect, probably a hawk overhead - had him hurrying away, pulling his cloak around his shoulders.
In his haste to get escape imaginary people he almost walked straight into a real one. The man was knelt before a shrine to Stendarr, which Haaki didn't notice until he had jumped back in surprise and reached for his crossbow.
Probably safe, then. People who followed the God of Mercy were not known for attacking random strangers. There was a cabin nearby, as well, and rows of vegetables at the edge of the forest's shade. Haaki lowered his hand, steadied his breathing and said,
'I'm sorry, I-- I didn't see you there. Obviously. Sorry.'
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miheltheserene-blog · 11 years
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But that's my house (Marcus and Mihel)
There was a vegetable garden in his house.
There had not been a vegetable garden in his house when he had left.
Mihel’s hand rested on the picket fence as his gaze travelled over the scenery. If memory served right, he was at the right cabin. The graveyard still looked the same, the street had the same houses and he could see his favourite resting place – a rock in a shady spot – in the forest across the small patch of plains. So why did his house look more alive than it had ever been when Mihel had actively resided inside?
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priestess-of-kynareth · 11 years
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The Wheels Keep Turning (For Marcus)
It had been a routine trip for Diana.
She made this trip a few times a year:  A sojourn to Riverwood to pick up supplies, perhaps freshen up a few of her clothes, and to visit her family.  Her family's tanning and leatherworking business had grown by leaps and bounds since they had begun to affiliate with the local blacksmith, Alvor.  The profits were cut, yes, but their business had boomed enough to the point that there was good, hearty food on the table for supper, and her parents had arranged a surprise for her aside.
Diana's mother had never approved of her daughter throwing her lot in with the priests.  She'd thought of a more noble future for her daughter:  A fine marriage, perhaps, or a high standing in the Mages' Guild.  The latter had become impossible after their move to Skyrim, of course, and it seemed that it had taken her this long to finally come to terms with her daughter's decision.
Her parents had surprised her with transportation.  They'd had made for her a lightweight cart, perfect for only a couple of passengers and the transport of a few goods.  They'd also bought her a horse.  Not a horse for riding, as Lily (as Diana had named her) was far too big for that.  But she bay mare was as gentle as she was giant, and though Diana had never driven a cart before, the old mare never put a foot wrong.  It meant that she'd never have to pay for a wagon again, and that she would be free to visit whenever she wanted... And not just when she could convince the wagon drivers to take her on.
The trip back had been going fine until the rain began.
The road from Riverwood was normally well-kept.  It was used often, and that meant it was in good repair... But in the torrential rain that had poured down on her an hour after she set out, the ground had quickly turned to mud.  Her cart had gotten itself stuck in it, too, and no matter how Lily pulled, it refused to right itself.
And so, she was stuck, shivering and miserable beneath an overhanging rock, her robes soaked and clinging to her skin.  She'd managed to unhitch Lily, and had tied her in the nearby trees so as to keep her somewhat dry, but to Diana's eyes the mare still looked miserable.  Then again, animals never really did look their best when wet.
Her only hope was that the rain would stop soon:  That, or the cart would magically free itself.  She didn't dare leave the cart to go back, and it wasn't as if she could pull herself onto Lily's back without help, anyway.  And so she waited at the roadside, her arms wrapped around herself as she continued to hope that the weather would pull itself together and let her continue on.
Judging from the darkness of the clouds, however, she was in for a very, very long wait.
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coldwindscutclean · 11 years
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asimplepriest replied to your post: If I keep having to mother people, it’s really...
You “mother” people?
I certainly don't father them.
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coldwindscutclean · 11 years
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asimplepriest replied to your post: “Excuse me, would you be so kind as.. to-” 
“Well, miss, I suppose that’s a matter of perspective.” The priest chuckled and let the woman have the map, she could probably make more use of it than he could. “You wouldn’t mind helping me, then? I’d be forever grateful.” ((Oh, Shey! ))
Shey laughed at his obliviousness. Flew right over his head, hadn't it? Ah, well. She straightened his map, adopting a rather serious look as she cocked her head, nodded a few times. "Ah, I see your problem."
She handed it back, right-side up.
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boarchasers · 11 years
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Spirituality
((Technically, Haaki should worship Sithis these days. Given that he’s never been an overtly spiritual person he assumed it wouldn’t be that hard.
In practice, however, he’s finding it difficult to just abandon his belief in the Divines. He’ll still swear by the Nine without thinking about it and is discovering that his belief runs far deeper than he realised, affecting him in ways he never noticed until he tried to change them. Right now, he isn’t sure how far he’s willing to take that struggle.))
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coldwindscutclean · 11 years
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"Excuse me, would you be so kind as.. to-" The sentence was cut short and the imperial man sneezed rather abruptly. "Beg pardon, miss. I believe I have caught a cold." He was just a little big embarrassed. "Could you please direct me to the nearest inn? I tried my best to follow this map but I feel it is faulty somehow." Little did he know that he had been holding the piece of paper upside-down.
“Hmm?” Shey looked the man over, smiling vaguely. Sauntering over, she took a look at his obviously upended map. She let out a short laugh.
“I don’t think you’re lost at all, pretty,” She replied, tugging lightly on his map to free it from his grip. “You found me, after all.”
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coldwindscutclean · 11 years
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(( oh no you're all so cute ))
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