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[mjoll-thelioness]

"What has Brand-Shei ever done to you?" her question was reasonable and fair, one that ought to be asked in such situations, "Did he sell you something faulty?" she asked before stopping abrupty, "Oh...wait." she fake pondered, "That's just what you do." she joked, somewhat insultingly before placing her hands on her hips and giving the man another cheeky smile, "Well, my mother always said, 'If you don't have enough to give to everyone, don't share at all'." What had been compelling her to stay in front of the auburn-haired snake was beyond her, but she stayed. Their conversation was intriguing and somewhat enjoyable, if only because it had been so long since she had last had a war of the words with someone. He was definitely a wolf ins sheeps clothing, Mjoll knew that much - and she knew that it wa so wrong to be talk to a dishonest man. Why did it have to feel so good? "...yes it does. You're stealing people's trust." she spoke with a matter of fact tone before lifting her chin to him, "You lie, which is just another way of thieving. You, sir..." she poked his chest and tilted her head to the side, "Are a thief." her statement was true and rolled off her tongue with ease before giving him a soft shrug, "Not really. Like I said, still a thief."

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"It seems as though you tend to hire people who aren't so interested in people." the lioness teased before smirking, "Might be a reflection on the person hiring them." she added before raising her eyebrows to him in a cheeky manner before the two of them took a seat at the table and started to share their feast. The hall was practically empty, most of the men retreating to the inn for some drinks before bed. The honest answer coming from the Jarl's lips was shocking and almost startling; never had she seen the leader of the rebellion seem so defeated and tired. This, in no way, caused her lack any respect for him, she knew he would keep fighting to the death for his people, "You are doing what you feel is right." she stated before placing a reassuring hand on the older man's shoulder, "That is all your people ask of you." her words were sincere as she gave him a stirn look, "A stand still is much better than going backward." The Lioness was trying her hardest to keep the man's spirit up, knowing that the fateof Skyrim hung in the balance, "They will not - we are Nords, we fight much better than any of those pointy eared bastards." Mjoll was not racist by any means. Having traveled throughout SKyrim, she made great friends with many races, but the Thalmor was something completely different - they were evil embodied.

OLD COMRADE | ULFRIC

He sat across from her shaking his head and snickering under his breath. “Oh the cook would be happier if we just left him alone, I think. He is not much of a.. People person.”  That and it was the smallest amount Ulfric had made the man cook in a long time, so it would feel a little pointless. Usually when there was a meal made it was for everyone in the castle so fixing up something just for one was hardly anything. 

At her question, Ulfric rests his elbows on the table and lets out a long sigh. He glances about at the guards, wondering how honest he should be in their presence, but in the end decides it matters little and shakes his head. “I’ve been.. Tired, Mjoll. Very tried. Fighting for what is right when the whole world seems so wrong is not a easy task. Everyday there are soldiers out there dying by my order and what does it accomplish? A stand still. We take something from the Empire, they take it back.. I fear this war will go on till the Dominion swoops in and takes us all..”  He trails off, fidgeting with a splinter of wood between his fingers. Perhaps he had said too much.

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BLOG IS ON HIATUS UNTIL JUNE 17TH, 2013 @ 6:43PM.

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13

It had been a long time since the Lioness had found herself in the quiet town of Riverwood. Being just outside Whiterun, a lot of trades came through, but all in all it was peaceful. With a simple sac on her back, paired with a battleaxe, she seemed somewhat out of place. 

Making her way to the Sleeping Giant, the weary adventurer walked into the calm and almost deserted inn. The transaction between herself and the woman on the other side of the counter was swift and almost immediately, she was shown to her room.

Setting down her things, Mjoll sighed heavily, "I need a drink," she murmured to herself before heading back to the innkeeper. Ordering an ale, she scanned the area, spotting a face that seemed somewhat familiar. Quickly, she grabbed the bottle and made her what to the blond Nord sitting at a bench tankard in hand, "Ralof, my friend. It is good to see you." 

[mjoll-thelioness]

I'm going to change this up a bit - I will write you a short para on whichever you pick...

1. Friendship

2. A date

3. Sex 

4. A fight

5. A long-term relationship

6. To get married

7. To live together

8. A kiss

9. To cuddle

10. To go on holiday together

11. A joke

12. A present

13. Just to have a nice conversation

14. To see you naked

15. A baby 

[mjoll-thelioness]

Reblog if you want a love letter in your ask.

[mjoll-thelioness]

Standing there, in front of a man who obviously tended to live his life like a snake, she was wondering why she was even giving him the time of day. It was obvious that the way he made his living was anything but honest - yet, she stood there, talking to him. Or was it flirting? Mjoll couldn't tell. It had been so long since the last time she had been with anyone in a romantic setting; such things never really appealed to her. All of her life, all she cared about was traveling Tamriel and exploring tombs learning new things. Romance never really crossed her mind.

"You name is said quite a bit around here." she started, arching her brows at him, "They're not necessarily all positive." she added before shrugging, "I feel that to be proof enough." she paused before a moment and gave him a small smirk, "I heard Brand-Shei wasn't entirely happy with his last purchase from you - something about the potion just being juniper berries and plain ale." she explained before looking around the market place once more, debating whether to walk away or not.

Turning her attention back to Brynjolf, she eyed him up and down, "Isn't that what this city is made of?" she inquired, "Lies. Rumors." she started, "Thieves." she emphasized, her eyes locking onto his in almost a threatening stare, wanting to get her point across.

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[mjoll-thelioness]

SEND ME MORE PERSONAL QUESTIONS! I WANNA GET THE Q&A VIDEO UP TONIGHT!

[mjoll-thelioness]

Crush, confess, fetish :')

Crush:

"A crush?" she pondered for a moment before furrowing her eyebrows, "I suppose you could say that I used to have a 'crush' on the leader of the rebellion, Ulfric Stormcloak. But now that we have grown to know each other much better, I would call him more of a father figure than anything else." she shrugged before sighing softly, "Sorry, I'm not all that interesting."

Confess:

"Another one? By the divines..." she paused for a moment before continuing, "If I had to pick sides, I would choose the rebellion - I would much rather fight for my country, than the Imperials."

Fetish:

"Though I may not seem the submissive type, a dominant man is something that really gets me going." A light blush formed on her cheeks as she continued, "But, I also enjoy the fight for dominance, time and again."

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Morning! (just because I'm curious xD)

Waking eyes were hazed and cloudy as she drew in a deep breath. Once again, the Lioness had found herself drinking more mead than her body could handle. A low groan left her lips as she turned over in bed, expecting to find herself alone. Immediately, she realized that wasn't case; eyes widening, she saw the sleeping figure in front of her - the back of a bald head all that she was able to see.

The Lioness didn't even need to see the man's face before she let out a gasp and sat up in bed, finding herself naked. Grabbing the blankets, she covered herself before looking around in search of something blunt to hit Delvin with.

With no luck, she opted for her fists, pounding against his head and shoulders, "YOU SON OF A BITCH! WHAT IN OBLIVION ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED!?"

[mjoll-thelioness]

confess - anything

"...I'm afraid of heights and yet I love Skyrim's mountains."

[mjoll-thelioness]

confess?

"You make me slightly uncomfortable; not in the typical sense but in a way that makes it that I do it to myself. I can tell that you are bad news and yet I tend to disregard all of my instincts. Perhaps it's your charm? What am I saying, of course it's your charm." She sighs heavily and shakes her head, placing a hand on her forehead, "You are so frustrating!"

[mjoll-thelioness]

Send to my ask box and I will answer...

‘Crush?’ for any romantic interest my character(s) might have for someone.

‘Confess?’ and my character(s) will have to confess something to yours. (whether it be feelings, opinions, a secret — whatever; feel free to specify)

‘Fetish?’ for one thing that is sexually appealing to my character(s).

‘Headcanon:’ and a headcanon you have for my character.

‘Truth:’ before a question and my character will answer with the truth.

‘Dishonest:’ before a question and my character will answer dishonestly.

‘Night’ for a drunk letter 

‘Morning’ for what my character would say if they woke up in bed next to yours.

‘Kiss’ and  my character will kiss yours.

‘Comfort’ and my character will hug yours.

‘Compliment’ and my character will compliment yours

‘True/False:’ and an assumption and my character will confirm/deny.

‘Mine’ and you will be paired with my character for a set amount of time

‘Date’ and my character will ask yours out on a date (you can reject)

‘Advice:’ followed by unwanted advice and my character will respond

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Many had their suspicions as to whether or not Brynjolf was actually a part of the Thieves Guild. Most just ignored it, having never actually seen him steal anything or walk around in the armor the Guild seemed to proudly wear. The lioness' instincts were giving her mixed messages, her mind telling her that this was a bad idea, but everything else was slowly falling for his charm. Never really being susceptible to such things, it caught her her off guard, her arms still folded across her chest as she listened to him speak.

"Flattery may usually get you everywhere, but on me it's a dead end." she replied, bluntly, before giving him a cheeky smirk, "There is a reason I don't wear them often - they leave me vulnerable." she let out a soft breath and placed her hands on her hips, "But that doesn't make me unarmed." it was a slight threat, but it was there - hopefully he wouldn't try anything.

A quick tongue, Brynjolf had and Mjoll was beginning to enjoy the witty remarks that were being shot towards one another. It had been a while since she had engaged in such a thing, "I'm not all that interested in finding out - would be a disappointment, if it didn't." she stated, her eyes glancing quickly to between his legs before darting them back up to his face.

"Oh, I see lots of competition." she replied, looking around the market for a moment before turning back to him, "At least these merchants have honest things to sell."

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Realizing just who she had managed to bump into, she felt a twinge of suspicion run through her. The man known as Brynjolf was infamous around RIften, always selling things that never truly lived up to the hype he caused. A scammer and a seemingly charming liar, Mjoll became very cautious of his presense. Still, she obliged his greeting and turned towards him, crossing her arms in front of her chest in a defensive stance, "Perhaps it is because of my lack of armor?" she stated, though she figured he knew just what was off about her.

"What are we selling today? Horse urine from Hammerfell?" she mocked, her eyes locked on his face as she lifted her chin to him, "Is it true that it causes a man's...pride to grow?" again, she mocked him before flashing a small grin, "Or are you just here to scope out competition?" her questions were a bit snappy, but she had her reasons. 

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It had been a long while since she had walked around town without her typical armor. A risky move, but Aerin had insisted that she take some time to relax and just enjoy Riften for it's beauty and bountiful market place. A lot of convincing had to be done for the war-maiden to remove her armor and leave it in the hands of her dear friend. Still, she did not leave without protection; a small dagger was strapped to the side of her thigh - always prepared.

The sun was high and hot, beating down on the city as she strolled through it. For once, she found herself without the company of Aerin and it gave her a sense of refreshment. As much as she adored the man, sometimes she felt as though she was a bit smothered by his presence. 

Walking through the market place, she took a gander at the prices of things, finding some reasonable and some outrageous. Finding herself in front of Grelka's stand, she eyed the armor and pondered upon it - the divine's knew she needed some new gauntlets and boots. Unfortunately, the coin was not in her favour, sighing, she looked up to the woman, seeing Grelkas give her a suspicious glare before the Lioness moved on.

As she did, her shoulder bumped into someone else, her eyes lifting to find a taller, auburn haired Nord before her - Brynjolf, "Watch it." she scolded, finding herself irritated with the fact that she had no coin.

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To be in the company of a friend was welcomed by the Lioness, having been pursuing the thief for almost a week, Mjoll had grown weary. Her first stop had been at Windhelm, but she only stayed for the night, eating and drinking with the Jarl and leader of the Stormcloak rebellion. Whether she would tell the Jarl of Solitude this information, Mjoll doubted it. As much as she appreciated Elisif's hospitality, she knew that it could easily be revoked, if Mjoll said the wrong thing.

Nodding to the maid, she watched as she ran down the hall to grab a glass for the tired war-maiden. It was nice to be waited on for a change, rather than fending for herself all of the time. Always trying to prove herself just as strong as a man, she still understood the value of being treated like a woman, "I am glad to hear that it has been peaceful here." she stated, turning her attention back to the widowed Jarl, "I am so sorry to hear about your husband." she added, giving the younger woman a sympathetic gaze.

"Heard talk, yes." she replied, honestly, "Apparently there was one at Helgen." shrugging, she shook her head, "But I have not seen one."

Holding Court ║ Mjoll

Elisif bowed her head in mutual respect for Mjoll as she expressed her gratitude. The Jarl continued to listen, smiling happily when she learned that Mjoll would be joining her for the evening. 

“Wonderful,” Elisif smiled warmly, straightening up in her throne as she turned to face on of the maids. Beckoning to the older woman, the maid rushed over to the Jarl’s side. “Some water for my friend here, please.” Elisif quietly ordered. With that, the maid was off to fetch some water.

Turning her attention back to Mjoll, Elisif considered her question for a moment. She hummed quietly as she thought, “Well, aside from the occasional complaint of bandits and wolves, all has been well.” She replied. Elisif was hesitant to continue, but she was curious to hear what Mjoll might think. 

“Have you heard this talk of dragons?” Elisif asked quietly, so that only Mjoll might be able to hear.