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Faeron ignored the stares of the two other elven guards, pretending he did not feel their gazes resting at his back as he walked. He was taller then most, the only one in the Embassy that was of a greater stature then him was General Elahriel, who was overgrown even by High Elf standards. Greenish eyes flickered over to the other, older male before he shook his head. The only family that was worth calling his own was the one he had forged with Celria and her family and even then he was a bit of an outsider.

“Not particularly.” He said with a soft coolness, ore distant and aloof than angry and petulant. “Unless you count a drunkard mother and several cutthroat cousins.” And wouldn’t he rather not talk about that rabble right now.

Blood Is Thicker Than Water [[AU: Faeron and Estormo]]

#blood is thicker then water #thalmorestormo

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Irinwe did her best to appear innocent whilst taking steps towards Aerilion, to no avail. She knew he knew her far better than to believe she was up to something innocent. A smirk tugged at her lips as her arms folded loosely across her chest -- her gaze raising to meet his. "Hi."

The younger Altmer glanced over, watching her with curious eyes. He returned the smile with a bright one of his own, looking all the part of an enthusiastic, if not lanky puppy, his head canting to one side in a tilt. “Hi.” He replied, before blushing sheepishly at the lack of intelligent response. “How are you, Iri?”

#irinwe #Answered #Answered Asks #Asks

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Sanyail turned slowly to see the younger mer hesitating and he frowned slightly as he watched him with a confused expression, ears pinned back in his befuddlement. He waited until Sieralon had caught up before affectionately shoving the smaller elf forwards towards Estira.

The womer gave him a restrained, but kindly smile, inclining her head towards the shaky looking mage. “Well done.” She said to the mer standing around her. “Dispose of the bodies and make sure that there are no other bandits lurking about.” Several groups of mer split off to take care of the aforementioned grisly business. “Then set up a watch on the surround and raise the colors. The fort is ours.”

Sanyail chuckled lowly in his throat, slapping Sieralon on the back with one huge hand, giving him a broad grin.

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Blood and Steel [[RP With Sieralon]]

#Sanyail #Sanyail RP #sieralon #RP/Sieralon

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Firiel’s attention and curiosity, once caught, were not easy to dispense with and he soon approached the statue of Talos with a puzzled expression. It was quite an odd sight, to see a Thalmor staring at a priest of Talos with a confused look, as though he was not quite sure what to do with him.

“What is strange shouting man doing?”

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Lielle scarcely heard the information the Altmer was giving, for she was far too focused on the mild bit of panic as he looked over at the ‘priest’ and the statue.

“Erm… Well, this is an old Nord city,” she says, scratching the back of her head, “That man’s pretty… enthusiastic, isn’t he?”

The mage frowned, feeling like this was suddenly about to get awkward.

#lielletheconjurer #Firiel RP

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thalmorestormo:

ϟ “Wonderful.”

Tone as dark as ever, he didn’t look back at Faeron to say if he was against the idea or not. He’d do whatever he pleased anyways, right? Sighing, he made it outside, moving as calmly as he could before he tried to ease into the situation. He wasn’t the first and probably wasn’t the last they sent to Northwatch for re-education, so why did he feel so… touchy about it? He couldn’t place a finger on it. Opening the door, he walked through the main entrance of the Embassy, into the cold, before taking a deep breath. He could smell a blizzard rolling in soon to the area on the wind and hoped that wouldn’t stop Faeron from going back where he belonged. Out of here, he thought grumpily. ϟ

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Faeron fell into step after the older Altmer, bowing his head against the feeling of embarrassment that welled up inside his breast. This was just marvelous. Usually he did not encounter those he reeducated at Thalmor parties, and the whole situation was completely and utterly foreign to him as he followed the other mer. 

The younger Elf ducked his head as a gust of cold Skyrim wind blew his pale hair back. The Thalmor Commander stepped over to the railing and rested his arms on it, watching Estormo out of his peripheral vision. He supposed it was useless to ask how the other male was feeling, no doubt that would open an entirely new can of worms. 

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Blood Is Thicker Than Water [[AU: Faeron and Estormo]]

#thalmorestormo #Faeron RP

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“Oh, does Lielle really think so.” Firiel asked as he fell into step alongside her. “Firiel is only a Thalmor Commander. He does not have that much political power.“ At least without a proper warrant for it, derived from the White-Gold Concordant. 

The Altmer’s large ears twitched as he heard distant shouting about maggots and filth, and his emerald eyes flickered over to where a large statue of Talos stood, a man dressed in yellow robes standing before it. 

“What is that?”

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“Um… I really don’t know,” Lielle shrugged, taking a step in the direction she’d decided on.

She gestured for Firiel to follow, giving the mer an encouraging smile, “They should let someone with your status in, at least. Only one way to know for sure though.”

The mage had no doubts that a member of the Thalmor could pretty much go wherever they liked in Skyrim. Though his presence was likely to stir up rumors and make some Nords uncomfortable. Especially the crazy old want-to-be priest that spouted off about Talos at the city’s center.

Oh. They’d have to pass right by that area. Well… That could be interesting. Or troublesome. Perhaps there was a way to avoid the man. though the statue was sort of hard to miss…

#lielletheconjurer #lielle-the-conjurer

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Firiel allowed a smile towards the womer, resting one of his hands on the edge of his book and tilting his head to one side as  Elerrína spoke to him. 

“It is my research on Dwemeris and its dialects between Morrowind and Skyrim clans of Deep Elves.” He said, making another note in the margins with a quick scratch of his quill. He did not notice her flush, moreso engrossed in his work. 

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To A Fine Performance [[Firiel and Elerrína]]

As Elerrína had gone to take a seat, she casually glanced over at the dark haired mer beside it, simply curious as to see by whom she was going to be sat next to. After all, she was wanting a bit of calm and quiet, and so wanted to avoid inadvertently being sat next to anyone too rowdy and obnoxious, or just far too drunk. However, the mer seemed quite the opposite, silently absorbed in his writing.

Nosy by nature, the womer couldn’t help but lift her head to glimpse again at the other Altmer and whatever he was jotting down, after she had settled down and opened her book. Elerrína hadn’t expected him to look up at the same time as she did, which caused her cheeks to lightly flush and her ears to slightly flatten, as she responded with an equally gentle smile and a nod of her head.

“And hello to you,” she replied, trying to speak as soft as the tavern’s volume would allow, which wasn’t much. “May I ask what you are writing?”

#To A Fine Performance #elerrinaofalinor #Short blech

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“Ah.” Faeron said softly, his brows furrowing. An expression akin to uncertainty flickered across his face before completely disappearing. “That is good.” He added, glancing off to one side. He relieved a passing servant of a glass of wine and downed half of it in one gulp, before nodding. “I was thinking of doing the same, actually.” As much as he loved parties, Elenwen’s little soirees were not really his cup of tea. 

Another bracing sip of wine saw the younger Altmer following suit, his steps muffled on the thick, plush rugs that covered the floor of the Embassy. “I hope you would not mind some company?”

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Blood Is Thicker Than Water [[AU: Faeron and Estormo]]

#Faeron #thalmorestormo

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“Oh.” The Altmer beside the mage lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the glare of the sun. He had smiled and talked animatedly throughout their entire venture, and it had not stopped since they had reached Whiterun. Despite the suspicious glare of the guards and peoples’ mutterings, Firiel seemed undeterred. “Firiel sees it. Does pretty Lielle think they would let us in?”

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The mage mirrors the smile, “Well it’s good that you enjoy it at least.”

The continued small talk was nice, and made the trip to Whiterun much more pleasant. Not that the trip was all that long, but any trip could feel as such when spent in silence. 

“Dragonsreach is at the top of the hill,” the mage comments as they enter the city, pausing for a moment to consider which way would be the shortest route up there.

#lielletheconjurer #Firiel

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The taller mer sighed softly as Sieralon leat back against him, before he clapped a large hand on the younger mer’s shoulder, before gently pushing him forwards, gruffing something affirmative to the mage as he walked slowly behind him.

Sanyail looked about him for a few seconds more, his green-gold eyes moving over the ramparts and battlements in search for more foes, before he gave a soft snort of satisfaction upon seeing none. Hefting his huge battle-axe in one hand, the large mer began to wander off along the wall, looking for Estira, who could be heard dispensing orders in an adjacent courtyard that held a ramshackle shack for stables near one bulwark.

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Blood and Steel [[RP With Sieralon]]

#sieralon #Blood and Steel #RP-/-Sieralon #TW Blood/Gore/Violence

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  This heart, it is a waxwork of echoes. Haunted, I'm swimming in the Dead Sea. Try as I may to...

[[Yeah. So I moved Cel to a lovely new blog right over here. Go follow if you’d like. :D ]]

#OOC #Celria has been moved

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#ooc #mobile #on the move

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   { ❂ The Thalmor Commander swallowed with some difficulty and he tilted his head to one side, his golden eyes still locked onto Estormo’s. Now, now he remembered exactly where he had seen this mer before. Northwatch. Not many Thalmor Justiciars were sent to Northwatch to be re-educated every other day. ❂ }

“Indeed.” { ❂ Faeron’s words came slowly, thoughtfully, as though he wanted to be careful about setting off the other male. ❂ } “And what exactly are you doing here?” { ❂ He had not expected to meet one of his projects here. It was indeed something that struck him as rather odd. ❂ } 

Blood Is Thicker Than Water [[AU: Faeron and Estormo]]

#thalmorestormo #Blood Is Thicker Than Water #AU #AU-/- Blood of My Blood

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Why? Because I am your equal. I am not superior to you in any single way, shape, or form. You may admire my writing, but that does not make me superior to you.

So don’t see me as someone that you could never get to roleplay with, but instead someone having fun, with a writing style you adore.

I am not your senpai

#OOC

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       { ❂ At last, Faeron finally remembered where he had seen the other mer from, and a look of enlightenment crossed his face, mouth dropping open slightly as he realized that this mer was one of his many re-education projects. No wonder he was so flighty and awkward. ❂ }

      { ❂ Forcing a swallow, the Thalmor Commander allowed his gaze to drift to the floor, something akin to embarrassment running through him; he did not usually forget such details lightly. He cleared his throat roughly, before stepping after the retreating mer, walking cautiously so as not to startle the other male or make him feel threatened. Without a doubt, he was most likely already on edge, clearly having recognized Faeron. ❂ }

“Hello, Estormo.” { ❂ He said, voice held carefully low. ❂ } “I am glad to see you back in service to the Dominion.” { ❂ Hollow words for a hollow mer. ❂ }

Blood Is Thicker Than Water [[AU: Faeron and Estormo]]

#AU #AU-/- Blood of My Blood #Blood Is Thicker Than Water #thalmorestormo #Faeron #Storm should meet Cel #The sass would cause another Dragon Break

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thalmorestormo

#*Randomly bashes with feels.* #OOC #Faeron #thalmorestormo #AU #AU-/- Blood of My Blood