#tortulja

‘Ground rules? Are you serious? Do you still not trust me? What more do I have to–’

At which point reason, priestly vows, and the knowledge that anything he said might be reported back to Hjolrin or Frithjofr later cut Haaki short. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply until he was able to look at Tortulja without gritting his teeth, although his hands remained knotted into fists at his side.

[Prompt]

Name: Luther Lazarus Zeppelin (Typically called Laz)Gender: MaleGeneral Appearance: Dirty blonde hair; hazel eyes; lean build and almost as tall as his father. Typically wears well-fitting (but not tight) clothing, in various shades and styles. Personality: Bright, eager, and downright adorable. He’s quick to capture attention should he seek it (and sometimes even when he doesn’t) and he has a good heart under it all to boot.  Special Talents: Other than general charisma, Laz finds it rather easy to put a person at ease, or otherwise comfort them. He’s also a damn good combatant, well versed in a multitude of weaponry.Who they like better: Don’t make him choose!Who they take after more: Fairly even split considering both parents are quite similar. However, he does have a softer, more charitable spot like Tortulja at times.Personal Headcanon: Despite having a knack for comforting the grieving, Laz never took to Caretaking. In fact, Laz preferred not to face death every day, but to celebrate life. He left for the Bards College once he was of age, and honed his natural charisma into wonderful showmanship and entertainment.Faceclaim: Derek Hough

“Hmm?” Llaara quickly turned to look at who Tort was referring to, and upon seeing it was Tommy she felt a slight heat rise to her cheeks. “Oh, um… I don’t know? That’s kinda terrible to say, but I really don’t know,” she said in a quiet tone. “I mean, I did go here with him, but I also went here with Bo and Halldis.”

Seewul instinctively looked up when he felt something touched the top of his head, causing the flower that had been carefully placed there to fall. He caught its movement as it landed on his shoulder, reaching to pick it up and inspect it. Glancing over his shoulder, the Argonian noticed Tort standing just behind him as he sat, and gave a short hum at the realization of what had happened.

Send me ‘smooch’ and my character will kiss yours/send me ‘snug’and my character will hug yours.

She didn’t think anyone would visit today. The threat ofrain tends to deter people from the long walk to her cottage, but to hersurprise there was a knock on her door. Forgetting about her bedraggledappearance from a long morning of cleaning, she opened the door. A smileappeared when she saw Tortulja.

The brothers had split up earlier that day, Cain taking his son with him to the inn for the night and Aaron had left the inn to visit a friend he hadn’t seen in a long time - far too long for his liking.

He followed the upper walkway through town and and across bridges, and when he reached his friend’s house, he stopped. The Imperial stood there and stared at the door for a moment before he raised his hand and knocked on the hard wood three times.