#valtierii

[honorunsung-blog]

"Well now, you are an ambitious one, aren't you?“

                                                                     “Always, dear brother.”

                                                     Vicente Valtieri as told by DJ

                                               Silencer Verbena as told by Cereal

[woebladed-blog]

My dumb ass is making a large promo for @speakhand and @mordreah / @valtierii and my TES blogs and um im gonna regret it

[honorunsung-blog]

Amortentia!! (with love from valtierii)

Scent Associations || Accepting || @valtierii

Feat. Verbena

“AN EASY QUESTION to answer.” The bosmer grinned, a single fang becoming visible as she did so. “Vicente has a distinct smell of blood about him. There’s that familiar leather smell, and steel and silver. Ah, and an oddly earthy scent-- perhaps because the Sanctuary is underground? I’m not sure what the reason for that one is. An oddly out-of-place apple scent lingers around him as well. Maybe because M’raaj-Dar keeps his poisoned apples in the Sanctuary? Then again, Vicente sleeps in his own quarters. I’ve honestly no idea why that smell lingers but it’s there without fail.” 

MAYBE IT’S DUE to her own association, though. But it makes it a painful reminder that he’s out there on his own when she goes to Fort Farragut for Lucien’s poisoned apples.

[honorunsung-blog]

@valtierii started following you (technically?)

THERE WAS A skip in her step as she entered the Cheydinhal Sanctuary. Another poor, unfortunate soul had fallen to Verbena’s blade on this day, the very one she now happily twirled between her fingers. The Blade of Woe had come to be her favored weapon, as well as a prized possession. It had, after all, come from their Speaker. She did feel a little bad for having it though-- her dear sister Telaendril received no such reward. Then again, it was supposed to be a welcoming gift for her transfer to the Cheydinhal Sanctuary, and Telaendril had always been part of it. No transfer involved.

NONETHELESS, VERBENA MADE her way to the Sanctuary’s dining area. A debriefing on the contract could surely wait, for she was starving after the long walk from Chorrol to Cheydinhal.