#thalmorpaperwork

Hrokr

Frithjofr was miserable, hungover and alone when he first ran into Hrokr, and is fairly sure things would only have gotten worse if it wasn’t for that chance meeting. As it is, he doesn’t think it would be hyperbolic at all to say that he owes everything to Hrokr (or rather, that would be his opinion if he knew what “hyperbolic” meant). There’s nowhere he wouldn’t go to follow him and nothing he wouldn’t do to keep him safe, and one of the few things which frustrates him in their relationship is not knowing whether he has made that clear enough.

There are some insecurities and doubts. He isn’t certain, for example, whether he really deserves Hrokr, or if Hrokr might not care about him so much if he had the self-confidence to find somebody better. By this point, however, Frithjofr trusts him enough not to care, and wouldn’t be prepared to give him up even if that were true.

Basically, ASJUIOSDAHFUIDSHFUSDHNFJU.

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Risaamion

Frithjofr has no idea that Risaamion is a member of the Thalmor. He believes he’s just another uptight Altmer who doesn’t appreciate the Nord’s magical genius, and intends to show off his incredibly, um, healing abilities! That’ll show him.

A laugh came from Hyaril's lips. He only had one answer for that, "No!" It was impossible it could never happen. Rissy was prideful, and so Altmeri. Rissy also only loved him, Hyaril knew that very well. He was certain of it.

So, it surprised him greatly to actually witness it happen. Hyaril only went to the temple because he was bored, and he knew Anders was always fun to tease. He had the lowest self-esteem, blaring weaknesses, it was fun. Always fun. But, there was Rissy instead, fucked and red-faced in the priests bed. With Anders there smirking up at Hyaril; knowing he had finally one upped the mer.

"Oh, well," the Altmer hummed, tilting his head, "Maybe, Risaamion should learn how to be honest about his feelings and we can stop playing these games."

Hyaril considers the Grey-face for a moment. It was a prying question. And, none of their business anyway. But, he decided to answer anyway.

Risaamion was taken completely by surprise. If it was not for the surrounding people, he would have yelped. But he bit it back and winced at the tug in his hair, only to realize it was suddenly free and flowing about his shoulders. 

He turned around, eyes a bit wide, before he glared at the Altmer. “What is the meaning of this?” he snapped. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

The little band of silk that tied his hair was light blue and embroidered with gold thread.

When Hyaril's laugh finally died out he gave his answer; "No." And, with a grin on his face inspected the tie. So, illustrious it was, so well kept. "I just wanted to double check on something," he mused, continuing to eye the tie. Feeling the fabric; so very nice. And, expensive.

Risaamion gave Hyaril a look of disgust, eyes narrowing. “It’s not to see you, fool. There are important documents that cannot be transported at the present time, and I must see to them.” He huffed and straightened his robes. “And I am not jealous, such an accusation is ridiculous.”

"Coy as always. Rizzy," Hyaril teased, "But, I do not underestimate your love for paper." He now quipped with a grin. Then looked over the rather immaculate mer. "Travelling alone is a dangerous thing, especially for a pampered prince like you," he commented. "Are you sure you don't want me to accompany you?" And,  that smirk covered his face.