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i rise from the dead

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Her voice seemed smaller now, she realized. Her eyebrows were raised as she faced the woman again, a genuine smile gracing her features after getting over the surprise of the request. “Asta,” She answered, taking her hand and kissing the back. “at your service.�� The thief released her palm and took a step back.

Bolder than before, “May I have yours?”

Festivus! | gleaminggemstones liked for a starter!

Although she was taken aback by the sudden approach of the Redguard, she flashed a brief smile as slender fingers grasped the faux flowers and draped them around her neck. She seemed drunk, but perhaps not. Even if she was, Asta wouldn’t blame her at this time of year. Ale flowed freely in the inns that night.

“By Mara, aren’t you festive?” Asta teased, “And quite lovely as well.” She flirted, rather casually, with a sly grin tugging at her lips. A wink was given before she turned to another traveler who greeted her. She simply nodded a hello and spun back around.

“Happy Holidays to you too.” Her voice was honeyed, warmer than it usually was.

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A few Starters - Ice Breakers

“Are you following me?”

“Hey, watch where you’re going.”

“You look vaguely familiar…” 

“I don’t know who you are but you don’t strike me as the trustworthy type.”

“I don’t know what you want but you’d better fuck off before I make you.”

“Sorry but I’m new around here, would you mind giving me pointers?”

“Strange to see a fresh face around here.”

“Hey you. It’s dangerous to be walking around here, you should leave.”

“Do you need help with that?”

“Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?”

“Do I know you? Cause you look a lot like my next girlfriend/boyfriend.”

“See my friends over there? They wanna to know if you think I’m cute.

“Hey handsome/beautiful.”

“You might be new, but you’re looking at the top dog around here.”

“Sorry but I’m not interested in your offer.”

“Are you as cold as you seem or do you always walk around like you own the place?”

“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“The answer is no by the way, to whatever you’re about to say.”

“Don’t bother, I’m busy.”

“No no no, this can’t be right. You shouldn’t be here.”

“It’s you, isn’t it?”

“Happy to see me again?”

“It’s been so long since we’ve last parted, hm? We have some catching up to do.”

“You looking to start a fight or something?”

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice you watching me?”

“Us meeting wasn’t an accident.”

“Hey hey, no need for that I’d just like to talk.”

“Why the hostility? Do you treat every stranger this way?”

“I see no one has ever bothered to teach you manners.”

“Come with me, no time to explain!”

“Look, you’re in danger. You need to do as I say.”

“Are these guys bothering you?”

“Hey, leave him/her alone!”

“You look tired. Need a ride?”

“Shit shit, are you okay?!”

“Give me your belongings and you won’t get hurt. Sound fair?”

“Well look what the cat dragged in.”

“Never thought I’d see your face again.”

“Are you drunk? Hey, you can’t be walking around like that, be careful!”

“You look like bad news….”

“I hope I’m not being too straightforward, but are you single?”

“Nice to meet you.”

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Send me “🎁” to see what my muse would give yours as a Christmas present.

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"You've gone pale," Andrea frowned, uncertain if she should try to assist the woman as she stumbled or not. "Are you alright?"

“I’m fine.” She mumbled, waving the concern of the woman away with a shaky hand. “I’m just.. tired. Tired, yeah, very. Four bottles of mead last night definitely took a toll.” Asta flashed an obviously false smile.

Bone Break Fever, the Black-Briar daughter had said. Of course, there was no one else to blame except for herself. Traps carried the disease and she knew better than to not go down to old crypts for hidden pouches of gold. She hoped to Talos that the scent of lavender covered up the rot of draugr.

“Yes.. I’m fine.”

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“Our whole lives are just stories.”

A small sigh escaped her lips as she realized that avoiding the Silver-Blood family was impossible. Pale, slender fingers pulled her hood over her dark hair to hide her face from him. People of Markarth were not exactly fond of her. Those who weren’t in Cidhna Mine seemed to have high morals and once she was caught stealing from the most powerful family in the area, her treatment was far from nice.

She looked over the man who had spoken. Was this one Thonar? Perhaps Thongvor. Asta could never grasp a physical difference between the two. All she knew was that one of the brothers was all about the political stance of the Reach - a hearty Stormcloak supporter - and the other? He was involved with the Forsworn, according to Vex.

“And stories can end just as abruptly as they started.” Her voice edged on threatening. “I’d be careful if I were you, Silver-Blood. Between the Forsworn and the Empire,” And apparently his brother, “you don’t know how safe you truly are.”

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“You cannot warm up a dead man.”

“I suppose not, unless you’re a skilled necromancer.” She tilted her head to the side as she looked the Khajiit up and down. “I don’t see why anyone would want to raise a person who belongs to the dead.”

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Send "Can I kiss you?" to see how my muse responds.

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"Oh?" She raised her dark eyebrows. "Well, Altrys.." She seemed to purr, "I vow to never drift away from you."

"Altrys, where did the two Dunmer get married?" She stands on her toes in attempt to reach his height, trying to hide the smirk on her face.

Altrys stared at the Bosmer with eyebrows raised, his lips taut.

“Where, Asta, did two Dunmer get married?” he asked.

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[poor description meme] A small and creepy one.

"Small as in short or frail?" Asta raised her eyebrows. "Creepy. The thief, or assassin. Never caught their name but they were as creepy as I am pale."

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"Asta, what do you think of Ulfric Stormcloak?"

"Selfish and power-hungry. He's a devil if I ever saw one, but I must admit I agree with his views. I trust him far more than I do General Tullius." She shook her head. "I prefer to stay out of war discussions. I would like to keep my head, you see. Stormcloaks are.. vicious and Imperials the same."

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My muse is feeling very lightheaded and is trying to hide their dizziness. Send me “you’ve gone pale” for their reaction.

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Poorly describe your muse on anon and my muse will try to guess who’s being talked about.

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And looking at him I had the sudden realization that the scars and jagged edges he’d revealed to me had made him suddenly beautiful. I saw his darkness and it melted into mine in a way that created its own light.

Thelovelybrokenones (via wnq-writers)

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The Elder Scrolls Races – The Bosmer of Valenwood

“Rejecting the formal and stiff traditions of the Aldmeri high culture the Bosmer found a simple existence by living in harmony with the land and wild creatures of Valenwood. Nimble and quick the Bosmer are considered the best archers in all of Tamriel and can fire arrows in quick continuous motions. With the Green Pact with the Forest Deity Y’ffre the Bosmer are religiously carnivores and cannibalistic, and do not harm or use the wood or plants in the Valenwood jungles.”

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Perking up a bit once she heard his job, she tilted her head to the side. "Oh? Just your luck." Asta replied jokingly, flashing a brief smile. "I'm the associate. Brynjolf sent me here to meet with you."

"You don't seem like the thief type." She pursed her lips as her eyes wandered him again. "Well, a thief of the Thieves Guild to be exact."

She gave him another smile. "Asta. Just Asta."

B&B [Altrys/Asta]

She watched the ordeal with a smug look on her face, quite enjoying the fact that the Nord left in fear for his life. A rare smile graced her features as she turned to him. “Thank you, my Redguard in shining armor.” She said, a teasing edge to her voice.“

An eyebrow rose at the mention of a meet-up. “Who are you meeting with?” She asked bluntly, offering the bag of septims to him instead. “Take this for helping a.. damsel in distress.” She huffed and rolled her eyes. “I have more than enough as it is.”

“But anyways..” Asta looked the man up and down. “I’m meeting someone too. It’s important, so I can’t leave. Ah, well, I suppose it’s worth it if I have more time to kill with you.”

She sighed and leaned against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest. “You never told me your name.”