tatyanakarinasebroski-blog

[tatyanakarinasebroski-blog]

"Don't wanna sleep ou-outshide." she slurred, struggling to rip him away from the table, sending them both stumbling into a chair. She grunted, trying to carry Kael's weight while the floor underneath her refused to stand still.

"Imma good bed to have in, n-no. Good to...have in bed. I don't snatcsh the---the blankesh. I'm waaaarm. " she giggled, her mind working less than her tongue.

She toppled over by the base of the stairs, crashing to the floor and most likely taking Kael with her in the fall.

”Are you okay?”

[Meme]

“‘Course I am.” Kael slurred, pouring himself another drink, this time missing the tankard completely and getting his hand soaked in mead. “Why wouldn’t I be? Hand me a rag, wouldja?”

[tatyanakarinasebroski-blog]

She was glaring at him, the next moments following in a tense silence. Then she shrugged, facial expression relaxing slightly as she hoisted herself to her feet, inhaling sharply as she lifted a hand and pressed it against her eyes as if to relieve a headache.

"No." she finally said wearily. "I agree."

Travel (Nolun, Tatyana)

[tatyanakarinasebroski-blog]

As expected, the next hours followed in a blur. She quickly lost control of what her tankard contained and how much she had downed, and could recall stumbling around aimlessly after a brief trip outside, hoisting Kael to his feet and trying to drag him off somewhere, crashing into chairs and tables.

"Wher…Wheresh our r-room. Your room. The room. Kaeel.” she shook him by the shoulders and giggled as she stumbled sideways with the effort.

”Are you okay?”

[Meme]

“‘Course I am.” Kael slurred, pouring himself another drink, this time missing the tankard completely and getting his hand soaked in mead. “Why wouldn’t I be? Hand me a rag, wouldja?”

[tatyanakarinasebroski-blog]

tatyanakarinasebroski, hot mess of a bosperial delivered with love from thetwinjugs.

[tatyanakarinasebroski-blog]

"Are you sure?" Tanya asked, pausing in what she was doing with her hands dipped in the water, looking at him. She was frowning, deeply. And there was slight irritation in her eyes, even if she tried to hide it.

"I can take a shift if needed too. I'm not that tired." she said, removing her cold hands from the river before they would freeze.

"I'm not compromised or anything. I can pull my weight."

Travel (Nolun, Tatyana)

[tatyanakarinasebroski-blog]

The blush covering her cheeks as he made the indelicate comment about what she suspected was his own sexual performance was unwanted, she didn’t really want him to think she was boring. She just.. Rarely spoke of such things with anyone, even while intoxicated.

"Hah, no." she tried to turn her thoughts to his innocent teasing, instead. "I’m great. I don’t need water. I mean, who does? When there’s ale and whine and whiskey…" raising her cup, she toasted him with a drunken grin. Her head was so fuzzy.. Everything was fuzzy. Yet, like him, she needed more. She didn’t want to fall down again. She wanted it to continue all night.

”Are you okay?”

[Meme]

“‘Course I am.” Kael slurred, pouring himself another drink, this time missing the tankard completely and getting his hand soaked in mead. “Why wouldn’t I be? Hand me a rag, wouldja?”

[tatyanakarinasebroski-blog]

"That's kind of you." she mumbled, fidgeting with another tankard of ale. Her head was swimming, yet she felt on edge. Sometimes drinking did not have the desired effect, and it seemed like that would be the case tonight. At least she had company. A quickly deteriorating company, but someone attentive enough to make sure she would be fine.

Maybe they could.. She felt a small heat in her lower stomach, and it almost made her jolt. Her limbs tingled.

No. No. Stop it, Tanya. That would be taking advantage of him. He's far too drunk.

She sighed, then leaned over the table, clumsily, focusing her eyes on him while smiling.

"Maybe you need some water? Would be a shame if you passed out this early." she spoke, finding her words sounding slurred, herself.

”Are you okay?”

[Meme]

“‘Course I am.” Kael slurred, pouring himself another drink, this time missing the tankard completely and getting his hand soaked in mead. “Why wouldn’t I be? Hand me a rag, wouldja?”

[tatyanakarinasebroski-blog]

She ran her thumb across her chin, a thoughtful expression settling on her face as she stared at a point on the ground while he spoke. Then, at his question, she chortled, glancing up at the Breton. There was nothing on her face that indicated humor, but her eyes were still kind.

"I apologize, there was nothing amusing about what you said. It is just that I've been traveling for many years, and being wary of the troublemakers never helped me much from getting into said trouble. I've also been hired to take care of highwaymen and bandits alongside the roads in both Cyrodiil and Skyrim."

Smiling now, she tilted her head.

"I'm more concerned about others. If this concerns the main road going south, it means that many innocents are endangered."

More troubles [ open RP ]

[tatyanakarinasebroski-blog]

Well, she had underestimated how drunk he really was. She was momentarily torn between the urge to catch up with his intoxication, or to stop to make sure her new-found drinking buddy didn’t get into too much trouble.

Sadly, the latter wasn’t half as tempting as getting shit-faced along with him. To make a point to herself, she drained the whiskey and ignored the faint voice of reason screaming at her about immaturity and responsibility.

"You already consider him as a friend, and he’s completely wasted. He’s troubled about something and drinking his problems away. Shouldn’t you be the better person and take care of him? You’re three times his age and more!"

The faint humming in her ears grew as the alcohol went in her blood and spread to every inch of her body. Indifference washed over her, and she felt her lips twist into that drunken, fake smile that often followed bottled happiness.

That whiskey had hit the spot.

"Not taking your room too, silly man. I’ll find somewhere to pass out. I’m quite good at that, actually." she snorted, her smile widening but still not touching her eyes.

”Are you okay?”

[Meme]

“‘Course I am.” Kael slurred, pouring himself another drink, this time missing the tankard completely and getting his hand soaked in mead. “Why wouldn’t I be? Hand me a rag, wouldja?”

[tatyanakarinasebroski-blog]

She frowned.

"I am what you could call a traveler, but I'm afraid I don't have any more information than most others about the new plague on the roads. I've been staying in the city the last week, and I came here by boat from Windhelm."

Straightening up, the mer crossed her arms, frown deepening as she observed him.

"You.. remind me of someone. I can't recall exactly whom and why." she was mostly mumbling to herself, eyebrows drawn together as she tried to force her memories to assemble. Then, seeing the serious look on his face, she snapped out of it.

"Nevermind. As said, I'm afraid I don't have anything new for you."

She  took notice of his elegant attire and the correct way he held himself, and realized that this was not a normal, every-day man visiting the marked to buy his family a decent meal. This was a man of high stature, or at least she had that impression. But yeah, she did not see how a farmer or a smith would need to worry about bandits, after all.

Suddenly, she felt nervous.

"Are you, uh. Afflicted with the Legion? I just get the impression you are not wasting your time worrying about something that doesn't really concern you, unless you are a merchant and worry about customers and shipments, of course. "

More troubles [ open RP ]

[tatyanakarinasebroski-blog]

"Ah." Tanya's face fell slightly, and she put her cup down, wondering if he was just drunk enough to forget or if his short term memory was that bad.

"I would if I could. I told you I don't possess any coin at the moment, and that is unfortunately not a lie made to avoid paying for my own bad habits. I don't even have a room here."

”Are you okay?”

[Meme]

“‘Course I am.” Kael slurred, pouring himself another drink, this time missing the tankard completely and getting his hand soaked in mead. “Why wouldn’t I be? Hand me a rag, wouldja?”

[tatyanakarinasebroski-blog]

OOC:

Is someone missing a reply on a thread? Just link me and I'll put it into drafts.))

[tatyanakarinasebroski-blog]

"Troubles?"

The mer was leaning onto the stall owned by a fisherman, observing the redhead with faint curiosity. She had seen better days, smelling faintly of old booze and dark shadows circling her eyes, but her expression was one of earnest friendliness. Two swords were dangling from her hips, and she was covered in leather. Old, dry and cracked, but at least it provided some sort protection.

"My apologies. I did not mean to poke my nose into your business."

More troubles [ open RP ]

The marketplace of Solitude was as busy as ever, crowded market stalls crammed against one another, with merchants yelling above each other as they vie for the attention of shoppers.

At Camille’s insistence— and Mimi’s to a larger degree— Alrek had taken some time off to get what relatively little sun he could enjoy. The day wasn’t too terrible, not at first, but that was before a passing Legion scout pressed a pamphlet to him and the other thanes that were milling about.

He heaved a great sigh as he read through the words, dangerous and exciting splashed in red and black ink:

TRAVELLERS BE WARNED!

The Blackiron Fist, a bandit group roaming throughout North and Western Skyrim, has made the roads dangerous.

With the rising tensions against the Stormcloaks, brigands and bandit clans are now terrorizing known travelling routes. Travellers are advised to take the utmost precaution.

May the Eight watch over you.

"This is fantastic,” he shook his head, as he folded the piece of paper neatly down the middle, tucking it into the pocket of his cloak. Camille would want to see this, lest the fool boy starts wandering off again.

The news was difficult, but certainly wasn’t expected. With soldiers and knights and fighters busy with one another, and the threat of dragons taking up most of the security concerns in many holds, lawless folk often chose to strike when chaos was at its peak.

That didn’t mean Alrek was going to balk at his duties. He had dire news he needed to give to Basille, who’s company had left the safety of Solitude’s grand walls not two days ago.

"Just bloody fantastic…”

[tatyanakarinasebroski-blog]

"Well, I certainly need to step it up to reach your level of drunkenness, sir totally-smashed-already" Tanya laughed, pushing the voice of reason at the very back of her mind. Nothing was going to spoil her fun tonight. For once she was not drinking alone, so the chance of getting smashed, ending up in trouble and then  passing out in a ditch was significantly slimmer. So was the chance of random fits of crying and hugging strangers.

Ugh, the memories were so humiliating. But she feared more the things she couldn't remember, she doubted they were all pretty.

Remember Nolun.

No. No. She didn't want to remember that right now.

Someone spiked my drink that night. I'm sure of it.

The sound of the barmaid putting cups on the table interrupted her thought, and she reached out to have a look at what was in the glass. Golden liquid, sharp scent of wood and grain. Her nose burned as she smelled it, and she gave a somewhat excited giggle.

"Whiskey. It's been a while." 

And it's not like you're going to attempt to harm someone you've already met during the evening. Kael is not in danger.

Despite it being a strong, classy upper-class beverage, she did not waste time to taste it before swallowing. A wave of heat ran down her throat, all the way to her belly.

”Are you okay?”

[Meme]

“‘Course I am.” Kael slurred, pouring himself another drink, this time missing the tankard completely and getting his hand soaked in mead. “Why wouldn’t I be? Hand me a rag, wouldja?”

[tatyanakarinasebroski-blog]

"I think I just might be lucky." she chuckled, a tiny bit flushed from his compliment. "Spent a lot of time traveling and keeping myself in shape, generally. And well. A full-blooded human would have been close to death at your age. Their span is ridiculously low compared to those with eleven blood. Can't really speak for the full-blood elves. Maybe they frown too much.."

She drained the tankard and put it down on the table, leaning forward a little.

"I think I might want something stronger, if that's fine.." she told him. The way she all of a sudden seemed very forward was a sign of the intoxication starting to get a hold of her.

”Are you okay?”

[Meme]

“‘Course I am.” Kael slurred, pouring himself another drink, this time missing the tankard completely and getting his hand soaked in mead. “Why wouldn’t I be? Hand me a rag, wouldja?”

[tatyanakarinasebroski-blog]

((Make your own ridiculously adorable fox.))

[tatyanakarinasebroski-blog]

Thoughts so far on that half-elf you're drinking with?

She smiles.

"He seems like a nice enough fella. Amuses me, and seems interested in getting to know me."

A frown slowly settles on her face, the smile fading.

"Though, I wonder about the sorrows he's drinking away. But someone at that age should already have quite enough to struggle with, I should know..."