#ariaofbruma

It wasn’t very good.

Tullius chuckled and shook his head, "Thank you Aria, I'll make sure my gift is just as thoughtful."

     Tullius let out an involuntary hum and let his eyes drift closed. There was something so soothing and comforting about it and as stressed as he was this was the kind of thing he desperately needed no matter how simple it was.

     Tullius flushed crimson as he looked down at her and awkwardly mumbled under his breath. He slipped his hand under her chin and quickly dipped down to place a chaste kiss on her lips then promptly pulled back, clearly flustered by what he’d just done.

“Just shut up! I need a break!” Was his lame excuse when he threw the punch.

"Och, gaolach cridhe," he said, approaching the bars of her prison with carefully measured steps. For all he knew, the necromancers could have placed her in the cage as bait to lure unsuspecting victims into some form of trap. If that was not the case, he would need to free her at once. "How long have you been trapped in this wretched place?"

Garin scowled. “Where’s my favorite shirt?” He bellowed, tearing up his little shack in search of the clothing item. He noticed a lump in bed roll when he came to it. Peeling back the covers, he found Aria… wearing his favorite shirt. He rolled his eyes.

For a moment, the dunmer felt like she was trapped, but the idea of being trapped with Aria was soothing. She continued to brush Aria’s hair after that realization, until Aria’s sleeping face was too tempting to ignore. Vayn ran her thumb along the edge of the girl’s ear, a goofy grin spreading across her face.