#marshfirc

wait wait wait is this gallus??? :eyes:

hmmmmmmmaybe

   “...”  His silence, if given form, would be an ASSASSIN.  Deadly, precise, and cutting to the quick.  Elona’s been visiting him more and more as time goes on.  He knows why.  He’s always been prone to running whenever he’s in trouble... but it isn’t as if he has much strength to run.

   “It’s too dreary around here.”  He finally says.  “Looking around and seeing sad eyes and averted gazes after noticing it, acting as if I’m already dead. Hardly a way to go out. Not making me feel any better about dying.”

Here He Is™

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ooc; !!!!!! IT’S HIM!!! THE BOY

     As he lifts his gaze from his ledger, there's a look of exasperation that settles on his face. Fond exasperation, but exasperation nonetheless.

     Across from him, his companion gives him a sly smile as she puts a hand under her chin. Icy blue holds deep green for several long moments.

     " Elona, " he murmurs, straightening from his work and fixing her with a stare that, from an outsider's perspective, would seem harsh. " That is, by far, the worst thing you have ever said to me. "

     But she knows the look he gives her like the back of her hand. She can see in his eyes that he's trying not to crack, to let his carefully crafted facade fall apart. " Is it, though? " she replies coolly, tail swaying slowly back and forth behind her.

     The breton rolls his eyes, a tiny hint of a smile turning the corners of his lips. " I can't think of a single worse sentence you've spoken directly to me. "

     " Sounds like a challenge, " she chuckles in response, reaching out to give him a playful shove with her free hand.

after the damage  |  accepting

@marshfirc​ said to maliinah, “ did i… s—sav… save him… ? ” 

      “oh,  elona...”  the healer’s hands are directly placed over elona’s chest,  and she is too busy pouring her energy into elona’s wounds to think.  save him?  was there anything to save  -  and it hits her as the skin stitches back together,  and poor maliinah hates to bear the news to her.  they’ve already almost drowned,  already had to escape.  brynjolf and karliah had tried to start some conversation about what to do,  silenced by one cold look from maliinah.

    placing her arms around her,  she pulls elona into her lap.  she’s not sure why  -  she just knows that her hands are shaking,  that the answer to poor elona’s question is a horrible,  terrific no.  

“ have you ever seen the guild in such a prosperous state? ” queried the dunmer, her arm sweeping about the flagon, gesturing to the busy state of merchants and associates filling once very empty spaces. where there were once cobwebs, there were now bits and baubles on display, the shiny bottles of potions and the glimmer of polished weapons and armor. she turned back to the argonian with a grin, only to have it fade a few moments later. “ i just hope it lives up to what it was like before. you know? ”