#kohledtouch

    “Looks like we’re roommates!”    a neutral statement? Mostly, though she would miss the luxurious seclusion she’d enjoyed at home, alone with father’s books and her countless toys. Now, she would have another kind of fun, hopefully. She’d read enough about magic - now she yearned to do it herself. No way around attending a proper school, even though she would have preferred to stay at home, with her father. Alas.... The other girl looked nice enough, or well, she better be nice. Otherwise, one of them would have an awful time - and Ignes was determined that she would not be the one failing to enjoy herself.

Do it. Share with us the gay son!

With flowers and an amulet of Stendarr in her hands, Beatrice was rather solemn to approach the now ruined Hall of the Vigilant.

After all, it was the deaths of Keeper Carcette and her loyal followers that brought her to this frigid land and brought her to realize her destiny: but even if they had not, a fallen Vigilant was a fallen brother and sister in-arms, and as Skyrim’s new Keeper (in-time, anyways) it was her duty to honor the dead who cleansed the world in Stendarr’s name.

It was only a matter of time, she thought bitterly. The Vigilants only were well-funded and armed in Cyrodrill: it was of no surprise to learn Carcette’s group would one day face trouble. But to think the undead would be so bold as to destroy the hall entirely... it didn’t sit well with her. Perhaps the ‘Volkihar’ clan that existed up in Skyrim? The Cyrodrill Vampyrum Order was strong back home, but she had heard no tales of an organized vampire clan in Skyrim, but after something like this: perhaps she could contact the Order of the Virtuous Blood, see if they know anything...

... Well, she could think about that later.

Rest in peace, brothers-in-arms, she thought to herself, placing the flowers and amulet at the steps to the destroyed building... and narrowing her eyes at the sight of a figure in the darkness, in the ruins of the Hall. Casting a Candelight, she headed into the Hall with a hand on her sword.

casual nudity meme - see my muse naked accidentally and say “damn” without meaning it

     Her walking in doesn’t even catch a glance from him, but the way she stops as if she’s walked into something invisible hovering at head-height does, and the word she blurts, which he doesn’t know, but feels like he can sort of guess the meaning of from the way she says it. Surprise, he guesses, given that she’s used to him clothed head to foot like he has something to hide. Bodies may not be so private to him, but they tell a story, even if his tells less than others. For all that he has seen, and done, there should be scars. But he’s flawless - in a sense, not that anyone would choose that word for the translucent, light-starved skin that seems barely human.