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She arches a brow. “Well? We doing it or not?”
He tilted his head to one side, blinking owlishly. "Doing what, exactly?" He asked.
vulontafiir
"I’ll be nice and let your hands free this time."
"Oh, how generous." The Third Emissary mutters, his slightly flushed ears twitching as he eyes her somewhat warily.
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"Well then, pop off your pants and I’ll show you some!"
He sputters and stammers for a few seconds, dark eyes going wide, before he manages to remaster his voice. "And have you tie me to a bed again? I think not."
vulontafiir
"Do you want me to kick you in the bollocks or would you rather me kiss them?" A cheeky grin.
"I don't suppose I have much of a choice, now do I?" But despite his grumbling, he eased himself up on the tips of his toes and gently laid a kiss on her cheek. "Your antics are rather missed. From time to time."
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"Give me nice things, Rulindil!"
"I try, and then you kick me in the fucking bollocks."
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Anais spent the morning wandering, her travel gear donned and her weapons in easy reach. She’d been bound and determined to actually reach Riften by nightfall this time, because she was going to speak to Brynjolf about something one of his let slip about her being an informant. There would be Oblivion to pay if she had to deal with one more guard approaching her like she’d leak secrets.
It was lunchtime before she finally stopped to check her bearings and munch on some food, which was when she met the stranger. A curious tilt of her head as she studied them, from her seat on the tree branch that stood next to the road.
Rulindil sighed as he used one of his daggers to cut up an apple for Thanthalas, offering a slice to the dappled stallion, and ignoring the drool the horse got upon his gloves. He looked over at the female who studied him, silently quirking an auburn eyebrow with a thoughtful frown.
"Hello."
Rulindil Encountered a Knight-Paladin
His breaths rattled in his lungs like pebbles in a tin cup, and he could taste blood upon his tongue with each shaky exhale. Wine-red claret oozed and dripped from wounds that stung with the pain and the cold of the surrounding air, and as the Third Emissary stumbled along on clumsy feet, he attempted in vain to summon a Fast Healing Restoration spell to help aid in the recovery of his wounds.
Someone Encountered an Emissary
"What in Oblivion do you want?" Rulindil growled, folding his arms across his chest and scowling. "Speak quickly!"
Someone Encountered an Emissary
The Third Emissary cursed and sighed silently to himself as he sat upon his horse outside of Whiterun, awaiting the return of one of his troops from where he had sent them off for some meager supplies to last them the return journey to Solitude.
He fiddled with the reins, gazing down at the reins of his horse, before raising his eyes to survey the surrounding area with a sweep of his obsidian orbs. Was it always so boring and dull here? Rulindil heaved a deep sigh, reaching up with one hand to mess with the lining of his hood.
"Pitiful."
Rulindil Encountered the God of Magic
"By the Gods… I do not even know what to say."
Uilossen Encountered an Emissary
The Third Emissary cursed and sighed silently to himself as he sat upon his horse outside of Whiterun, awaiting the return of one of his troops from where he had sent them off for some meager supplies to last them the return journey to Solitude.
He fiddled with the reins, gazing down at the reins of his horse, before raising his eyes to survey the surrounding area with a sweep of his obsidian orbs. Was it always so boring and dull here? Rulindil heaved a deep sigh, reaching up with one hand to mess with the lining of his hood.
"Pitiful."
Vex Encountered an Emissary
The world swayed and spun with every painful step, the Third Emissary's head lollling on his neck as he stumbled through the darkened autumnal woods of Riften, blood trailing after him with every weakened step that he took. It oozed from a large wound in his side, where a bandit's lucky strike had landed near his ribs.
Vashta Encountered an Emissary
Rulindil gazed at the dirty-looking, poorly womer with a curious look in his eyes, even if it was hidden beneath his usual expression of scorn and nonchalance. His mouth was pressed into a firm, hardened line as he studied the girl, taking note of her ragged robes and scarred appearance; it was saddening to see a member of his kin fall so far from grace.
He would not wish such a fate on even the poorest of farmers back on the Isles, and in a rare show of pity, he approached to speak to her.
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She giggles after his kiss. “Ah you are so very small!” She squeezes his rear, playfully.
"I am not small." Rulindil sighed, puffing his chest out slightly as she laughed, but he could admit there could be humor found in the fact that he was easily a foot shorter then the womer who towered over him. A squeak erupted from the Thalmor as his rear was touched, shoulders jumping as he was startled.
Rulindil Encountered a Goddess
He could not hope but stare, obsidian optics wide at the very presence that he observed before him. Rulindil's mouth worked for a second or two, as he struggled and stammered for words, before he managed to swallow, a task almost made impossible by the massive lump in his throat, and spoke.
"Hello.."