#luckydxy

Ara is bursting into butterflies.  She's grabbing a snack for this.

“...”

Xaallo gunna need to get them an ambulance let's be real 💀

Xaallo pulls your mangled body out of the car like:

“ So, Ambulances in this country cost like 3000 dollars? Which I’m assuming you don’t have so I could just you know. Kill you.”

        “I met someone, she said that she knows where to find her and that we had only just missed her.” His speaks a little more quickly then he usually did - with all of this talk of the City being so big and dangerous he’s done nothing but meet nice people so far. All that danger so often spoke of - none of it he had seen yet. Wanahton shifts through his coin purse, weighing in how much he had to pay Anne, necessities, and trying to factor in a new payment. “And she is more than willing to help us, but it’s a cost that may sacrifice your payment for another night, Champion.”

          Was he excited? He was. All of this time being shamed and looked down upon by the elven women in their home, he could finally go with a cleared name and prove that he could be a suitable husband. It was so close he could taste it. “I am going to pay her, the quicker we can get to Carwen the better.”

                       𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝙾𝙺.  everything shook, actually — it would have been an understatement to call his life unstable in every sense of the word. not even the world around him was one he understood, one of blinding colors so saturated that it hurt his eyes. it wasn’t the rift — IT WASN’T NIRN.  gone were the dreary and drab whites and greys of skyrim, and the oranges and yellows and reds of the rift. it was replaced by every color he could name and some he could not.  it was vaguely familiar, at least; it was bright and gold.   𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝙸𝚃 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙰.

all things considered, HE WAS TAKING IT FAIRLY WELL.  as well as one could.  ( if only because it was hard to comprehend, even for a brilliant mind such as his own.  the lack of anything logical was precisely what made it so difficult to grasp. )  gallus rocked back and forth where he sat  — a large overgrown root of a nearby mushroom that had torn out of the ground. as fingers pressed together, as he tilted his head upwards, his eyes — bright, bright, bright and glowing gold  — focusing on a vaguely familiar shape across from him.

it was different, seeing her here.  gone were the rags, replaced instead by a dual-toned suit that most would know her well by.   𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙾𝙶𝙾𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙷, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝙴𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂.  gallus felt his mouth go dry, and he lowered his gaze once more to the ground.

Random Headcanon Meme!

@luckydxy

♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?

Before his vampirism, he broke his right arm when he was just a boy. He’d fallen out of a tree. Despite this, it didn’t scare him away from climbing trees for the years to come. Once he healed, he was right back at it. Albeit, he was much more careful.

“ do you think you or i could beat mercer in a lock picking contest? i’m telling you, he’s so slow at it sometimes. it’s like he’s not using his ears at all. ”

and then, just like that, it was gone. so sudden was its implosion that they hadn’t the time to even comprehend what was happening before it disappeared, leaving nothing in its wake.

at least, nothing save for a single figure crumpled on the ground. they approached the woman(?) hesitantly, but with some degree of haste. it could be a trap, but...

       “ sera? ”   the mer called, close, but just out of reach.    “ are you... alright? ”