#spiriitboard

    @spiriitboard​ said:  “ don’t ever let anyone make you doubt your worth. ”

                      it hurt. to feel less than and try and try as he might still never appear as he wished to others. the remarks didnt float too low that his ears did not catch them, and his heart despite his armor was still left out to endure the cruel and cold lashes. various voices rolled through his mind, dumb, simple, slow all words he collected and wished his mind would choose to forget. was he childish in his feelings, trained to slay the dangerous beings that roamed the plains of skyrim and yet he could feel the weight of each word build up slowly over time till he questioned his own reflection. 

                      was he broken? vilkas seemed fine, people preferred his thoughts and actions rather than the overly thought through ones that trailed in his mind. why did his mind choose to forget, why hadnt it taken anger and used it like vilkas’. his gut rolled at the badgering comparisons in his mind the taste in the back of his throat bitter, he didnt enjoy the sensation of jealousy that trailed up his throat like a dagger ready to strike. it made him ill, every inch of his being twisting in disgust with himself over the sheer idea of resenting his brother. no his brother loved him and he loved his brother, vilkas had always protected him and took care of him and he would never do such an injustice as resent him. 

@spiriitboard​​ said : “ i know i’m not the person you want, but i’m here . ” - from aela 

        𝑯𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑨'𝑺 𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲  that laid in her lap to the familiar face of her shield-sister . “  I think you’re perhaps one of the very few that don’t threaten my sanity to disappear within mere minutes .  ” While the breton’s expression had been school to remain NEUTRAL , her eyes of lilac were full of MIRTH . As if the cosmos were trying to prove a point BOISTEROUS voice from inside the mead hall began shouting a song merrily . Chuckling quietly the silver haired woman spared a glance to the other . The huntress knew she was hiding away and green hues were silently SEARCHING for an answer . With a sigh , Halla rubbed the heel of her palm into an eye WEARILY . “  I’m just . . . tired , Aela . I hope this is all over soon or . . .  ” The dragonborn trailed off , eyes distant as an onslaught of thought began to CONSUME . Whilst she would have liked to confided in the auburn haired nord , Halla did not wish to burden the other with the WEIGHT of her doubts . Instead , with a small shake of her silvery head the shorter of the two stood , forcing a smile while gesturing towards the double doors that led into Jorrvaskr . “  You know what ? Let us head inside . I think they are having too much fun without us .  ” The doe knew the huntress was smart enough to know she was DEFLECTING . Yet the breton was hopeful just this once Aela would allow her to ESCAPE from talking about her troubles and worries about the future . 

“   mm,   what  do  you  think?   ”       please  excuse  the  sound  of  shepard  definitely  enjoying  a  cinnamon  bun  a  little  too  much.     actually,   when  shepard  sets  the  datapad  down  in  front  of  jack,   she  gets  into  enjoying  her  snack  so  much;     the  screen  shuts  off,   then  she’s  wiping  her  fingers  on  her  pants  before  tapping  the  screen  again  to  turn  it  back  on.    on  the  screen  is  this  wild  recipe  for  a  drink  that  has  about  4  different  alcohol’s  in  it.     shepard  is,   like,   very  discreetly  bucket  listing  shit  right  now.   bartender?    check.    also,  it’s  not  like  there’s  a  huge  selection  on  the  normandy.   decent  bar  though.   this  apartment  has  DELIVERY.     shore  leave  is  only  this  weekend   ------------     she’s  eating  it  up.