Wait, I know you...
Bound

ebonybowbearer:

The assassin was a little ticked by how long this woman could take to get dressed. Nyr could easily change into tight fitting clothes for her assignments but this one would not put on simple armor? Why? As she heard the other call out she was done Nyr turned and placed a slender hand on her hip, raising an eyebrow as she watched the woman down the healing potion.

That potion was made by an experienced vampire, but one who had no taste at all so the potions she made were…like eating the rotting flesh of a dog. A not very pleasant taste or smell. The white haired woman thought back to her own first taste. It was after a lengthy chase though Winterhold, after killing a young girl there, where the assassin was struck several times with a war hammer. She came back to the Sanctuary, limping and bloody and that potion almost made her puke her guts out. Not a very happy memory.

Nyr looked back to the woman as she asked a question. “Ah…Think of it as a sign of good will. I have more that I can steal. Good connections to the Thieves Guild.” She mused and held out her hand. “Come, we shall ride my horse to your home.”

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"Nimble hands know no work Nyr." Caitlyn spoke as if she had experience. Sure she was a guard but that didn’t mean she couldn’t keep her hands off things that were ‘misplaced’ or ‘missing’. When in reality she steals them. 

Seeing the other’s hand she was slightly skeptical about taking it. The way she was holding it out was a beckoning feature and it didn’t so much unnerve her as many other things did. “Of course… No more climbing trees I suppose.” She gave a soft chuckle and drew in closer. The way she stepped, even with all her gear on, her footsteps barely made a whisper. “But then again I don’t have to worry about falling and getting caught by The Dark Brotherhood.” She smiled at the other. “Just call her name. Nyr, Nyr. So simple but carrying as much weight as a Giant’s fist.”

"James-James... you've been a bad, bad boy", Drusilla smirked at him.

whobornofthenorth:

welcome-to-whiterun:

"Ohi!" He yelped being pressed up against the wall with his hands up and with a soft chuckle soon smirked right back. "Oh have I lass? Sometimes I know not what I do…" His voice had a slight purr along with it and couldn’t help but laugh. "So ye plan this or something? Or ye have one too many?"

Not surprised at all, the Nord returned the kiss and moved her hands to cup his face. She noticed again how hot he felt, his cheeks warmed her fingers up soon enough as she kept tasting his lips for a few moments before she broke away from him and looked in his eyes again. It wasn’t fever… he still had that energy in him, whatever it was, she knew it wasn’t usual magic. He had something more under his skin, something he couldn’t control completely. She was curious of it but couldn’t ask about it yet. It seemed too personal.
Her hands slipped down on his chest; she could feel his pulse under her fingers. Drusilla smiled and placed a kiss on his nose. It must’ve been really uncomfortable for him to sleep there in the temple next to her, so she figured the time… wasn’t entirely appropriate.
"I’ll go and clean myself up a little", she said then, feeling her armour was still hard with dried blood on her side. She wanted to get rid of it. "Will you stay here until I come back? I’ll bring some food."
That’d be probably best, she thought as she placed another little kiss on his lips.

The kiss seemed to end as soon as it started and before they could both really start to get into it. Giving a smile he saw as curiousity stirred in her, she was curious about something about him but he couldn’t quite put his finger upon it.
Her hands were soon at his chest and his heart was beating at a steady, comfortable pace. But warmth, it seemed unending with this one. 
Feeling her lips pressed to his nose he knew she was going to say something, and she did. “Course I’ll be ere when ye come back.” He smiled kindly and kissed back eagerly. “I’ll try to ye know get a bit comfortable. But if I’m asleep make sure ye wake me.” He shifted against the wall, remembering that position all too well.

luceirosdegolados:

whobornofthenorth:

maeves-child:

Speaking of Sanguine…he’d make a hell of a Valentine….

[Oh Sanguine, Sanguine! Wherefore art thou Sanguine?]

Of course I’m reblogging Lord Sanguine. Dalla Morde would squeal.

luceirosdegolados:

whobornofthenorth:

maeves-child:

Speaking of Sanguine…he’d make a hell of a Valentine….

[Oh Sanguine, Sanguine! Wherefore art thou Sanguine?]

Of course I’m reblogging Lord Sanguine. Dalla Morde would squeal.

whobornofthenorth:

dontwakethewitch:

This is the door to our film study room.

[…I’m totally doing this on our door. *-*]

whobornofthenorth:

dontwakethewitch:

This is the door to our film study room.

[…I’m totally doing this on our door. *-*]

"James-James... you've been a bad, bad boy", Drusilla smirked at him.

whobornofthenorth:

welcome-to-whiterun:

"Ohi!" He yelped being pressed up against the wall with his hands up and with a soft chuckle soon smirked right back. "Oh have I lass? Sometimes I know not what I do…" His voice had a slight purr along with it and couldn’t help but laugh. "So ye plan this or something? Or ye have one too many?"

They went through the city. Again, she didn’t care if anyone was looking at them, but it seemed it took people harder to notice who he was now, that he had his armour down. Drusilla opened the door to the Bannered Mare but had to stop immediately for someone stood there already. James bumped into her, his warm body touching hers and she let out a moan at it. For a moment, she was surrounded by warmth from everywhere. Going as red as her face could, she made her way through the inn still with his hand in hers and walked up the stairs for the room she rented.
A moment later she dropped the knapsack and weapons on the floor and turned back to look at him. Gods, he was handsome. The Nord got a bit closer to him and closed the door, moving a hand of his on her side.
She said nothing just watched his face, swallowing when she heard the voice of Mikael from down there, the drunk people sang with him and Saadia was asking people if they needed more drink. Drusilla felt the urge to yell for a bottle of mead.
But his dark, dark eyes drowned the words in her.

Drusilla was leading him, not the other way around like at first when she had just met him. He knew where this would ultimately end, the two of them bedding with eachother and it seemed to be exactly what the pair needed, as well as what they wanted. 

Soon they reached the bannered mare and what happened next seem to diffuse the smoothness that she had made herself known for to James. He bumped into her, not hard but enough for her to feel it. His body, warm, almost hot to the touch pressed to the other. Noticing the redness peaking at her cheeks he couldn’t help but chuckle but was soon dragged up to the rented room that had plenty of space as Drusilla promised

Sure there were songs of merriment, rejoicing and cheering going on downstairs but what she did next made him block that all out. Now they could finally have their privacy. Though he was tired and no doubt she was as well… He knew he could bare a couple more hours of being awake. 

Peering back into her eyes though, his hand tensed at her hip. His lips parting slightly as he inhaled a deep breath. It felt like forever to him, just standing there, looking at eachother. Until finally, he eased in, moving close enough to press his lips to hers.


Let me guess, someone stoll your sweetroll?
Bound

ebonybowbearer:

The white haired woman handed the other the weapons and armor, keeping a cautious eye on her just in case she decided to turn against her. Nyr then moved to the other side of the bed and picked up two bottles. Handing them both to the woman,”One is a potion of healing, the other is just mead. It will help with your throat.” And quench her thirst. Nyr moved to the other side of the room and kept her back to the other. “Hurry and change.” Sure, they were both woman but the assassin knew the other would want some privacy. It was the respectful thing to do after all.

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Before she could blink her armor and weapons were handed back to her. Just a bag, scale surcoat, Heavy wool pants, Fur guantlets, boots and a thick fur lined shirt along with a few daggers, a sword, a bow and quiver. It was simple gear for a simple hunter. She set the bundle on the ground and held the pants in her hands when she was given two bottles. Which she was quickly told what they were. The red bottle was a healing potion that would help her regain her lost strength as well as heal any cuts, bruises and possibly fractures depending on how potent it was. The other… she hardly had to look at. It was mead… and it sounded damn refreshing at the moment. “Thank you again Nyr.” She replied solemnly her head tilting slightly downwards in a sign of respect. 

She began to slowly unlace the sack cloth pants that she was forced to wear, waiting for the other to turn her back for a slight bit of privacy. Sure she had gotten naked in front of strangers before but under better circumstances nonetheless. As she barked an order she dropped down her pants and revealed slender, tanned legs that she was eager to hide. A bit disoriented she fumbled with the wool trousers and pulled them on, one leg at a time til they covered her panties. Now came the rest. Pulling the threadbare shirt over her head she revealed a linen chest binding. Tossing the shirt aside she pulled on her fur lined one that felt lovely against her skin. Then came the gauntlets, boots, belt with beltbags, scale surcoat, worn yellow cloth that signified her status and then her weapons which she took great care in making sure that everything was in order. Bringing her bag over her shoulder she realized a few minutes had passed and she’d kept the other waiting. 

Picking up the bottles off the ground she coughed and spoke softly. “Ready, Nyr.” Uncorking the healing potion and preparing for its taste she quickly knocked most of it back in one gulp. The rest she’d have to bear through and before long the bottle could be seen through and Caitlyn grimaced. “Agh!.” She stuck out her tongue and shivered slightly. Putting the cork back on the bottle and uncorking the mead to take a swig to wash it all down. Looking at the empty glass bottle Caitlyn glanced at her. “Is this a gift? or would you like this back?” Well one thing the potion brought back was her personality.

jannan:

Me when I try to be cool

jannan:

Me when I try to be cool

"James-James... you've been a bad, bad boy", Drusilla smirked at him.

whobornofthenorth:

welcome-to-whiterun:

"Ohi!" He yelped being pressed up against the wall with his hands up and with a soft chuckle soon smirked right back. "Oh have I lass? Sometimes I know not what I do…" His voice had a slight purr along with it and couldn’t help but laugh. "So ye plan this or something? Or ye have one too many?"

"You’re thanking me? Oh that’s cute." She chuckled and felt a warm feeling running up her spine at his touch. He was dangerous, deadly, lethal and yet - Drusilla liked him. After all, really, he saved her life. At first she cared about who saw them but now she didn’t anymore.
Why would she, in the end? Who were they to judge them?
She took his other hand and slightly pulled it. “So, Bannered Mare? The promised bed?” The Nord winked at James, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to move as much as she wanted. No… that night would be sleep and maybe a little chat.

"Aye cute, I guess ye can call me that."James smirked and chuckled along with her. He was warm, but a different type of warm. Not only was it external but internal. It felt as though his heart was on fire. This feeling had evaded him before, he felt at one point that he truly was destined to be along but Drusilla seemed to smash those feelings. 
She took his warm hand, gloved in his fur gauntlet still. Giving a soft chuckle in response he replied. “Ye had me from the start.” He let the Nord pull him and he knew sleep wouldn’t be an option for a little bit.

"James-James... you've been a bad, bad boy", Drusilla smirked at him.

whobornofthenorth:

welcome-to-whiterun:

"Ohi!" He yelped being pressed up against the wall with his hands up and with a soft chuckle soon smirked right back. "Oh have I lass? Sometimes I know not what I do…" His voice had a slight purr along with it and couldn’t help but laugh. "So ye plan this or something? Or ye have one too many?"

When he kissed her cheek she opened her mouth to say something, but words froze in her throat. Her pale cheeks became rosy pink once again and she looked around to see if anyone witnessed it. She bit her lip when she saw another guard grinning at her, so Drusilla pretended she was looking around and examined the surroundings.
When he came back, she got her knapsack on her back along with the quiver, as she touched the bow, she felt a warm sensation running down her spine. “Thank you”, she mumbled, leaning closer to him and placing a kiss - on his lips.

"It’s nothing." The half-bred Breton replied, returning his arms to his sides. In the time he was in there, he had pulled off his armor. Now he just had on a simple linen shirt that wasn’t all stained with blood. He’d wash his armor later, now what was on his agenda was her, Drusilla. Making sure that she was okay. 
But before long after his reply he got a pleasant kiss on the lips, from her. People would look, a couple children would chuckle but still it didn’t matter. This was more lovely than anything. After a few moments the kiss was broken and he gave a soft smile. “And thank ye for the kiss lass.” James murmured, a hand on her hip.