Hello ladies. And gentlemen.

Dec 09

thatderpwalnut:

styliferous:

I imagine when Biel gets back to Whiterun, he’ll beeline for Mort.

It was like any other day in Whiterun when Mortalvis didn’t have any work. Slow, dull, and he often wound up wandering the town aimlessly. 
Little did he know, there would be something that would make his day much more exciting.
Enno was with him that day, making sure he didn’t fall over the many steps(Even though it was nothing compared to Markarth.) Enno had just guided them to the front of their house to prepare a meal when he suddenly stopped.
“Enno? What’re you doing.” 
No answer.
“Enno. I’m serious, what’s-“ 
Before he knew it, someone had leaped into his arms, wrapping their arms around his neck, and their legs around his waist. He was lucky enough not to fall over(With Enno’s assistance probably). He felt a forehead rest against his, and the Nord was about to demand to know who this person was. Who did they think they-
“Hey, Gorgeous.”
That voice. That lovely voice that had been absent for quite sometime now. It was all Mortalvis needed to hear. Even if he had something to say, it would be cut short by lips pressed against his. This time he was more than happy to oblige Why would he?
Bierin was back.

thatderpwalnut:

styliferous:

I imagine when Biel gets back to Whiterun, he’ll beeline for Mort.

It was like any other day in Whiterun when Mortalvis didn’t have any work. Slow, dull, and he often wound up wandering the town aimlessly. 

Little did he know, there would be something that would make his day much more exciting.

Enno was with him that day, making sure he didn’t fall over the many steps(Even though it was nothing compared to Markarth.) Enno had just guided them to the front of their house to prepare a meal when he suddenly stopped.

“Enno? What’re you doing.” 

No answer.

“Enno. I’m serious, what’s-“ 

Before he knew it, someone had leaped into his arms, wrapping their arms around his neck, and their legs around his waist. He was lucky enough not to fall over(With Enno’s assistance probably). He felt a forehead rest against his, and the Nord was about to demand to know who this person was. Who did they think they-

“Hey, Gorgeous.”

That voice. That lovely voice that had been absent for quite sometime now. It was all Mortalvis needed to hear. Even if he had something to say, it would be cut short by lips pressed against his. This time he was more than happy to oblige Why would he?

Bierin was back.

(via theblinddovahkiin)

ask-milla started following you

ask-milla:

“How nice,” she kept smiling, putting the scrolls in her satchel. She stood up on her feet, fastening the small bag to her armor before reaching a hand out, “Name’s Milla.”

Estormo chuckled, and reached out to give Milla’s hand a hearty shake. “Estormo’s mine. You don’t happen to know this place well, lass? I could use a few pointers.”

(Source: archerandmage)

ask-milla started following you

ask-milla:

“Nothing special, just reading through some old scrolls,” she gave a smile while she looked at the Altmer. “What’re.. you doing out here?”

"Just getting the lay of the land is all." Estormo’s grin broadens. "I’m here for a time to keep my nephew company."

(Source: archerandmage)

ask-milla started following you

ask-milla:

archerandmage:

“Ah, hello there!”

“Oh..” she said and looked up from what she was doing. “Hello to you too.”

Estormo grinned, approaching. One of his shirt sleeves is pinned up to the shoulder, making no secret of his one-armed status. “What is it you’re doing there, lass?”

theoldjusticiar started following you

theoldjusticiar:

“You apologize to me, for my having startled you?” Lhaeben arches a brow, despite knowing the expression is futile. He takes note of the crow, but makes no mention of it. “If I’ve nothing to amend for, I shall be on my way.” As ever, Lhaeben lacked time in which to tarry.

A small shift in his shoulders, as close as Wenselyr gets to shrugging. His face is neutral, unbothered by Lhaeben’s haste. “I am.. freshly incapacitated. I startle too easily, recently. That is why I apologize.”

Wenselyr nods, and steps to the side to make room for the other’s passage. “I am Wenselyr, should we meet again.”

(Source: archerandmage)

ask-milla started following you

"Ah, hello there!"

theoldjusticiar started following you

theoldjusticiar:

archerandmage:

Wenselyr tenses at the sound of feet behind him, and half turns.

“Who is there?”

“I did not intend to startle you,” Lhaeben lifts his hands, to demonstrate that they are empty and that no spell has been charged in them. “I am only passing through. I mean no harm.”

Wenselyr doesn’t react to the gesture, but turns around completely. Clouded eyes stare slightly to Lhaeben’s right, revealing why: Wenselyr is blind. There’s a crow perched on his shoulder, who mutters and eyes the other altmer suspiciously.

"I see. My apologies." 

theoldjusticiar started following you

Wenselyr tenses at the sound of feet behind him, and half turns.

"Who is there?"

.

Wenselyr stumbles again, upsetting Ed from his perch on the elf’s shoulder, and firms his mouth into a flat, unamused line. Soon enough a warm hand materializes on his shoulder, and a laughing voice tells him to slow down a little.

"My apologies."

"Father, you know you don’t have to apologize. It’ll just take time, you know?" The hand tightens briefly, and releases him. Wenselyr just sighs, and shakes his head.

Another voice chimes in, rougher and older. “Aye, but he’s too impatient a boy to wait though, isn’t he?” Wen turns his head to the right, arranging his face into what he knows is an unamused stare. “You did not have to join us, uncle.”

"And who says that but you? Besides, I’ve wanted to see Skyrim for some time. You’re as good an excuse as any." His uncle laughs, patting him on the back.

"Now, you an’ I both know the little bard is excited to be seeing his lover," A strangled protest from Bielrin sounds, but neither altmer believes him. "An’ I’m powerful hungry. Why don’t we go see about that inn you said was here? The Bannered Mule, you said it was?"

"Mare, uncle."

"Mare, then. Go on now, boy, I’ve got my eye on him now, he won’t fall. Get on to your boy!"

Wenselyr hears Bierlin’s feet shift uncertainly, and allows himself to smile in that direction. “Go.”

Estormo laughs to the sound of suddenly pattering feet, and turns the two of them towards the market and the inn. “So, this Hulda woman- is she pretty?”