I’m back to catch up on posts!))
((weh sorry I haven’t been on a lot or keeping up with RPs. I start school Monday, so I’ve been getting ready for that mentally and trying to keep my head straight at work. I’ve also found myself unable to RP…? I used to be able to jump right into a character’s shoes and walk around, talk, etc, but…not as much. I know as soon as I get back to school it’ll come back, though. So I’ll mostly have headcannons and maybe some prose here and there. Poems, even.
A list of things I owe:
alsjdlasjf I PROMISE I’ll get to you as soon as my muses wake up! Most of the stuff is drafted.
I’ll be lurking! If you really really need me though, send an ask to blatantlyqueer!))
((Faldir gets a real glow about him when he gets excited. It tends to rub off on the people around him.))
((Faldir lacks serious self-confidence, especially when alone. It’s one of those social mask deals.))
((He doesn’t really know how to talk to women, but that won’t stop him from trying.))
Dalamus only smiled wider at Faldir’s reaction. Any reaction was a good one, but a shiver was one of his favorites. “I do my best.” he said, his voice a bit deeper.
The touch of his wrist caught him off-guard again, though not entirely in a bad way. He smirked down at the other mer. “Faint of heart? Not likely. As long as you are not planning to set anything on fire.” Dalamus was leaning so teasingly close now.
“I’m glad I specialize in Alteration, then,” he said, his smile blooming into a grin. He wanted so badly to just reach out and touch the other mer’s face.
“Perhaps we should…find us a room?”
“It feels like I haven’t been anywhere yet,” Faldir says, and laughs softly. “I’m just so new, it’s so exciting!” He could barely contain his grin to his face, giving a light skip. He calmed down after a few moments. “Have you been outside of Skyrim before?”
He shook his head, giving a small, shy smile at the Bosmer’s excitement. “N-no… haven’t, um… e-ever left Skyr-rim before…” He muttered softly, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. The thought of leaving his home behind was scary, and although it often tempted him, the idea of leaving everything, he knew it would solve nothing.
“Maybe you could come travel with me?” He suggested, grinning. “Cyrodiil is a really nice place, not too different from here. Warmer, though!” He wasn’t trying to flirt any more, since it seemed to make the other man uncomfortable. And he understood for sure, he apparently made a lot of people uncomfortable.
Sier laughed with him, starting down the path that led to Riften. “I’ve never been to Whiterun except in passing,” he commented conversationally. “Most people I speak to say it’s well worth visiting. What were your impressions?” He kept half an ear out for trouble, but most of his attention on the conversation.
“Oh, it definitely is. Lots of vendors and stores, always well stocked…very quaint. Not a huge city and not a village either. It’s a great place to spend a few days between traveling.” He smiled thinking about it. So many people he’d met called Whiterun home, and he could understand why. It was a very comfortable place.
Just, meetings between some of the Dunmer and Argonians. We try to assess the current state of our respective living areas and help out with repairs and such, and if anyone is being given trouble… we try to take care of it.
“Oh!” He looks pleasantly surprised. “That sounds like a great cause. I’ll have to be sure to stay around long enough to stop by.” Suddenly feeling a bit silly, he continues. “Especially if you’ll be there.” He offers a soft smirk.