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skyrimkinkmeme) wrote2013-07-04 01:41 pm
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Skyrim Page 5 - "NAKED! Naked naked naked "
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Chaos at the Hearth [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-12-10 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)“Look! That wound on my right cheek!” Blaise shouted, pointing at a red spot I could barely make out.
“Eww, put your bum away. Though that’s your better end, isn’t it?” Lucia hissed, tears and mucus still pouring from her facial orifices as she clung to me.
“Enough. Blaise, pull your pants back up. Lucia, stop blowing your nose into my robes,” I chastised while sending my spouse a glare that said, what happened here?
Ghorbash, a mighty and esteemed warrior from the Dushnikh Yal stronghold, only shrugged sheepishly and retorted, “I looked away for one second, Efaldra!”
Sighing, I ushered the children toward their room and made a mental note to drill them with manners and etiquette as soon as possible. Had I brought them back as they were to my home city in the Summerset Isles, I would have been the laughingstock of Alinor, Dragonborn or no. Once I sentenced both of them to timeout on opposite sides of the room, I returned to the main hall, only for Lucia to blatantly disobey me by scurrying up to the heavily armed Kharjo.
“A kitty! Mama, I didn’t know you had a kitty! He’s so cute,” she gushed, all evidence of her distress gone. “Can I keep him? Please?”
With horror, I clamped my hands over her mouth and dragged her back to her timeout corner, asking Kharjo to excuse her inadvertently racist remarks. My follower seemed amused more than anything, at least. After telling Lucia to stay put—and promising to fix what I could of her horrid new hairstyle—I wandered back past the fireplace, where Llewellyn was plucking away at his lute with clear bitterness.
“What happened to him?” I inquired when I reached Ghorbash’s side, nodding to the bard’s bruised mug.
My husband grunted and crossed his arms. “Once the calamity started, he suggested that we put the kids back where we found them. So I put him back in his place.”
That certainly knocked my sympathy for Llewellyn down several notches. We listened to his unenthusiastic playing for a few seconds before I glanced around and frowned.
“Where are Rayya and Derkeethus?”
“Your loyal housecarl has been hiding in the cellar, and your steward said something about heading out to purchase more building materials… all the way over in Darkwater Crossing,” Ghorbash replied dryly.
I ran my hand over my face and nodded. “Of course. Well, had Kharjo and I known that there was a Lakeview civil war, we would have gotten some rest before heading here.”
“Yeah…” Ghorbash suddenly rumbled, narrowing his eyes at the Khajiit in the doorway. “So who’s your friend, Efaldra?”
I recognized the wary and aggressive tone, and I hurried to put a stop to my spouse’s jealousy before it spiraled out of control again, such as the time I had brought home a dashing Nord follower. Vorstag still refused to talk to me on account of the beating he had received after making one too many appreciative comments about my chest in front of Ghorbash. Fortunately, Kharjo was the most platonic follower I’d run into thus far.
“This is Kharjo, and no, I am not his type, he has no interest in getting acquainted with my cleavage, and you are not to contact the Circle and have them chase him around in beast form for your amusement,” I declared, already sensing the devious ideas that popped into his head.
Ghorbash huffed, glowering at Kharjo in warning. “Fine. But I’m keeping my eye on you, cat.”
Re: Chaos at the Hearth [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-12-10 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Chaos at the Hearth [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-12-10 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)A!A
(Anonymous) 2013-12-12 12:29 am (UTC)(link)Just now starting work on the next part, but it'll be up soon.
Re: A!A
(Anonymous) 2013-12-12 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)