arivethย asked : ๐ / nothing to see here just some totally not-assassins smoochin
Send ๐ for our muses having to kiss in order to avoid detection from someone. @ariveth -- accepting
ย ย ย ย ย ๐๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐๐ก ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ญ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ง ๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ, ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ค ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ. Most of the time, it was a bigger challenge to break into the window of a house, but it all served Astrid in the end. Astrid never preferred a room at an inn.
ย ย ย ย ย In the dimly lit room, Ariveth lays in her bed, Astridโs dagger resting underneath her chin. The shadows perfectly captured the sharp angles of her face, darkening her brows, and brightening her collarbones to her wandering eye. Astrid loomed over her in the shadowed corner, her shoes damp from the snow (a disadvantage of light armor), and her cloak blanketing her form with its warmth. She traveled all the way from the foggy, damp, green forests of Falkreath to the snowy mountaintops of Skyrim just to see Ariveth in the name of revenge. It wasnโt a short journey by any means, dark circles lingered under her eyes but her eyes gleamed with excitement.
ย ย ย ย ย โ You look cozy, โ Astrid breaks the silence, her voice sickly sweet. On the other side of the door, she can overhear the sweep of a broom against stone and a cough caught in oneโs throat, but overall, the tavern is empty after all the drunks stumbled back home. The perfect time of night when everyone, but Astrid, was expected to be sleeping. โ But I donโt intend to draw this out. We both understand why Iโm here, and we've wasted enough time already. โ
ย ย ย ย ย Her knife juts forward, its razor end begins to pierce into Arivethโs skin when the door creaks open as blood starts to sweep over the blade. A flood of light washes over the side of the bed, making her eyebrows lift and her eyes widen. Astrid draws her blade away, a small speck of blood coats the point and buries it into the pillow beneath Ariveth as she moves to straddle her enemy in a matter of seconds. A cascade of blonde curls unleashes from under her cowl as she pushes it off her head before tugging down her mask from over her nose and mouth. The cloth material tickles her chin as she halts her quickened breath, sealing her lips over Arivethโs.ย
ย ย ย ย ย It dawns on her how soft Arivethโs lips are, like the petals of nightshade, but Ariveth is nothing but a deathbell to Astrid. A poisonous figure that had drawn away her thoughts from what was important, stealing her kill, and running off into the night with no mercy. She trudged out into the cold, snowy depths that Skyrim offered just to get another chance to kill her, going through more than enough people to track her down to this inn. She wasnโt hiding away in a mouse hole, or in the thicket of some forest, but rather she stayed in a common area. An area she shouldโve looked for in the first place. Even if it meant drinking poison, for only a moment, for her to kill her, sheโd do what it takes.ย ย
ย ย ย ย ย The door shuts abruptly after that, leaving Astrid grinning and dizzy as she pulls away. She looks down at Ariveth with a half-lidded gaze, a smirk curling the edges of her lips. She chuckles darkly, her dagger drawing out from under the pillow. โ A kiss of death, how fitting. โ Strands of blonde hair drape in front of her face, wild and untamed, one clings to her lip, shivering with each exhale of breath. โ I hope you're satisfied. โ