𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃.

 he  narrows  his  eyes  .  this  is  the  first  he  has  heard  of  being  bathe          and  while  he  was  unconscious?                      ❝  bathe  me  while  i  am  unconscious        again  ?  ❞                      he  grunts  ,  a  rumble  in  his  throat  ,  AND  DRAWS  HIS  BACK  STRAIGHTER  .  there  is  no  possibility  of  his  going  toward  the  river  ,  so  he  turns  from  it  instead  ,  lips  pursed  ,  a  dark  scowl  in  his  brow  .                      ❝  no  .  ❞

“  YOU DIDN’T HEAR THAT.  ”   thankfully, it seemed all he was going to do about it was pout at her.  the expression upon his face would be intimidating, perhaps, to anyone else--- but to her, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes.  he did this every time ---- turn away from the problem, and perhaps it would go away.  if he could not kill it, or light it on fire, he was going to ignore it.   figures. 

valvossa sighed.  part of her contemplated knocking him over the head with the broad side of her sword while he was turned. 

𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙸𝙼𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽  𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂  𝙰  𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷  𝙾𝚄𝚃  𝙾𝙵  𝙷𝙴𝚁.    a  genuine  one  at  that.    “     they  are  a  bit  dramatic  ,  aren’t  they   ??    most  fledglings  are  that  way.    i  was  one  of  them  ,  yes.    it’s  the  BLOOD  LUST  ,  it’s  .   .   .   confusing  and  overwhelming.    so  you’re  driven  to  extremes  and  hatred  is  certainly  one  of  them.    for  all  things.    not  just  mortals.    for  most  it  fades  with  time.    or  gets  worse.     ”    there’s  a  pause  before  she  feels  obliged  to  say  ,  “     hush  ,  you  aren’t  stupid  ,  val.     ”

RUBY-RED EYES CRINKLED, THE SMILE HIDDEN BENEATH HER HELM.  her expression morphed into that of content curiosity, though, as serana continued to speak.  it was, as always, nothing short of interesting to hear her explain something-- whether it was about lost prophecies or vampires or what (who, rather) she found for breakfast.  she wondered to herself if serana even knew how easy it was to listen to her talk.  

 in  turn  does  alduin  stop  his  walking  ,  albeit  after  she  speaks  ,  and  only  after  he  realises  the  implications  of  her  words  .  there  is  a  river  not  far  off  :  HE  DOES  NOT  KNOW  THESE  LANDS  ON  FOOT  AS  WELL  AS  HE  DOES  FROM  HIGH  ABOVE  ,  but  he  knows  .  his  expression  hardens  as  he  turns  to  face  her  ,  lips  pressed  together  ,  eyes  narrowed  with  the  lip  in  an  almost  snarl  .            ❝  a  dovah  does  not  bathe  .  try  standing  upwind  .  ❞

“ ALRIGHT, i can’t take it anymore. ”   she spoke without warning, stopping in place and turning toward her companion, looking up at him with a gaze that should be familiar to him. it said: i’m going to say something, and you’re not going to like it.    “ you need a bath. urgently. ”

“ SOOO, you know how whenever we run into other vampires... they’re always saying stuff like ‘ blah blah blah, your blood is mine, mortal ’,  or  ‘ behold the power of the night! ’  ”   to her credit, valvossa’s impression was decent.   “  have you ever said anything like that?  ever have, like... a mortal-hating phase? i probably would have, in your place. mortals are kind of stupid. TAKE ME, FOR EXAMPLE.  ”

𝙸𝚃  𝚆𝙰𝚂𝙽'𝚃  𝙰𝚃  𝙰𝙻𝙻  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃  𝚂𝙷𝙴  𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳.    not  that  she  knew  specifically  WHAT  IT  WAS  she  thought  val  would  have  for  her.    of  course  deep  down  she  thought  it  to  be  some  joke.    a  light  jest  that  would  lead  them  into  another  adventure.    not  to  a  gift.    this   ??    this  wasn’t  that  at  all.    the  weight  is  felt  upon  her  shoulders  instantly  ,  serana  adjusting  so  it  wouldn’t  fall  off.    a  SHAME  she  couldn’t  see  it  entirely  ,  stuck  only  to  see  what  the  twist  of  her  neck  would  allow.

soft  fur  kisses  her  cheeks  ,  the  fabrics  that  reach  her  ankles  swathing  around  her  arms  as  if  attempting  to  hide  her  from  the  room.    to  protect  her.    she  catches  some  of  the  NEEDLEWORK  that  keeps  the  two  colors  together  in  a  simple  yet  beautiful  embroidery.    “     by  oblivion  val  .   .   .   it’s  .   .   .   gorgeous.     ”    it’s  all  she  can  say  for  the  moment  ,  unable  to  keep  her  eyes  from  the  garment  that  she  could  gently  pull  in  front  of  her.    “     you  didn’t  have  to  do  this  .   .   .   where  did  you  get  it   ??     ”    the  smile  is  unable  to  be  smothered.    fingers  dip  into  the  thick  hairs  of  the  fur  ,   “     i  can  feel  changes  in  temperature.    i  know  when  it’s  cold  versus  when  it’s  hot.    but  i’m  unaffected.    which  means  i  can  wear  this  no  matter  WHERE  we  are.     ”    finished  with  a  wink. 

THE OF HER EARS TINGED A DUSKY RED,  and she felt pleased in the wake of serana’s praise,  even more so when she asked just where she got it.  a grin was suppressed, the dunmer biting the inside of her cheek as a contagious smile crooked up her lips all the further.      “ i made it, actually. you probably wouldn’t guess, but i’m quite good at sewing... ”     a byproduct of her talent for smithing;  she was more concerned about a good sword than a well fashioned cloak, generally, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t put those hobbies to good use.

and if it made serana smile,  that was a good use to her.

MUN VS MUSE