#wolfsmarts

njada + vilkas ; training at jorrvaskr when she was just a lil whelp.                                                                        ( @wolfsmarts )

@wolfsmarts said: ❛  i  know  it  hurts  .  i’m  sorry  .  ❜

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑; it’s a soft sound that escapes before it has the chance to be bitten back, a momentary sign of vulnerability that is rarely shown to others. the injury had been caused by her own carelessness - a fleeting thought that had gone awry, taking her attention with it and making it so she hadn’t noticed when the path under her foot had stopped without warning. foolish, she chastised herself, clumsy. but harsh words are silenced as large but gentle hands attend to her injured limb.

it’s nothing serious she knows; merely an inconvenience that would ache for days, serving as a reminder of her folly. ❛ what doesn’t kill us as they say, hm? ❜ selene can’t help the small smile that works across her features as she turns her attention from her twisted ankle toward vilkas. though it hurt more than she cared to admit, it didn’t feel too serious. ❛ thank you for your help. though i heard the water, that didn’t stop me from falling into it. ❜

He was starting to think the Dragonborn could of gone on their trips alone instead of dragging him everywhere but of course, being who he was he wouldn’t exactly protest and go along with them. And, in some ways he did enjoy being out of Solitude for a little while and away from the court’s petty squabbling. 

He’s again told to wander as they have important information to discuss with the Jarl and he finds himself at the great hall of Jorrvaskr, the home of the Companions. He’s heard about them sure but by not much, for he never really kept up with the guilds of Skyrim (well except the ones that were a threat to the people of Solitude that is), so curiosity encourages him to wander to their courtyard.

@wolfsmarts​​ said : SPOTS TO KISS + # meme  /  not accepting . 

        𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑨 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑰𝑭𝑼𝑳 𝑫𝑨𝒀 , 𝑻𝑯𝑬  sky a brilliant deep blue and large white clouds rolling by on Kyne’s breath while the sun was beginning to leave it’s perch signaling it was passing into the afternoon hours . The HUMMING of an old nordic lullaby could be heard as the petite woman pinned up the damp laundry to dry behind breezehome . It seemed like forever ago the dragonborn decided to lay down her sword and take up a more SIMPLE life . Spending it with Vilkas , she hadn’t come to regret a single moment of it . She was HAPPIER than she’s ever been . She had her the familiar clink of her husband’s armor , alerting her of his presence before the nord rounded the corner of their home . 

Turning her silvery head she flashed a smile and greeted with MIRTH , “  Hail Harbinger .  ” The goal to finish up this one last chore is promptly abandon as she’s gently spun around . Waiting for a kiss , it never came as Vilkas instead knelt down and lifted the fabric of her tunic . All annoyance left Halla the second he pressed soft lips against the growing BUMP . It was small , but definitely there . The hairs of Vilkas’ beard tickled the flesh of her stomach which caused the breton woman to snort a laugh while he muttered NONSENSE to their unborn babe . 

        "  You don’t even bother greeting your own wife first ? I see how it is ,  " she scoffed TEASINGLY as her fingers weaved themselves through dark curls lightly massaging his scalp . “  Olava said something interesting today ,  ” Halla began quietly , recounting the CURIOUS encounter of earlier that morning as she and the other women CLUCKED away by the river , “  about two wolves sharing a moon . I can only guess what that’s suppose to mean .  ”