{ ELGAR }

▶ “I am only passing through-”  

     and hiding from Templars. 

     His weight shifts, cobalt hues

     glancing past her,

     but only for a moment.

     ”And yourself?” 

        suspicion is evident, though she makes no         effort in questioning him further, uninterested.

      ❝ traveling. ❞

            to make the m u s i c stop.

          ❝ though be weary were you            travel, shemlen.  these woods           are unforgiving. ❞

glowyapostate sent me a ◯ for my muse’s reaction to yours hitting them in the face with a snowball!

     ❝ –––Anders, are you listen- ❞        ice explodes against the side of her head, snow cascading         around her in a downpour of white fluff, that it was much         harder against the contour of her cheek than the warden         would have even thought possible.

        she stumbles, trying to regain balance as fingers caress the        welt that forms her frosted and flushed flesh.

          ❝ son of a bitch–– ❞

        she swears, turning her eyes towards the offender.

ruNS AWAY