#tooom

Tor: "I think we both see a future ahead of us."

{ I noticed that it's increased from 5ever to 6ever this time :P }

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[X] Again, again.

[X] Kiss you back.

[X] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[X] Slap/Push you away.

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[X] YES.

[X] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[X] Sure.

[X] YES.

[X] Tail intertwining included

Sex?:

[X] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[X] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

[] No.

Tor-Acr was walking around town, enjoying the day and the hustle and bustle around him. It was a warm day, summer obviously getting nearer--for which he was thankful. As he walked through the crowd, he spotted someone he knew. There Sees-In-Gloom was, tilting her head, adjusting her ears and listening for her way around. It was lucky that he found her honestly, because he hadn't seen her in some time and very much enjoyed her company.

Tor-Acr sighed. He was disappointed. Not in the choice of the woman he was to marry--far from it. He wanted to be the one to ask her to marry him. They would have an Argonian traditional marriage. He would do it right, like he'd always dreamed, not by some Nordic lord's orders. He could spend the time he needed with her, learn more about what she liked--other than alcohol.

Ahh, but at least they chose someone he at least knew. He couldn't imagine how he'd react to being arranged to marry a complete stranger. And plus, he knew that Gloom had affections for him. They could make it work. They would make it work. Even with her eyes, there were ways of coping. Perhaps in time, Hircine would see Gloom as a fit candidate for his blood, and Tor could be the bridge between sight for her.

17: Friendly hug.