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Who Couldn't Stay Away
5 days ago - reblog
— Eveningwolves Made Eye Contact

eveningwolves:

wrathofmedusa:

While one can’t see the eyes on the armored woman, her gaze is felt like ice along one’s spine. And she hasn’t stopped staring at the rather large Mer at the bar for at least five minutes. He seems to intrigue her, honestly, looking like an Altmer and sounding and acting like a Nord. Odd, for certain.

Was it just him, or did a chill pass through the air?

A hand slips under his hair to briskly rub his neck in an attempt to ease the icy feeling. The sun was high in the sky, yet no breeze blew. What on earth was causing this…unsettling sensation? The sensation arises again, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. With a soft grunt of disgust, he swivels his head about, trying to locate the source. He’s had enough of…whatever this was.

The patrons about all seem to be minding their own business, save for the fully-armored figure in the corner. Who, if their mask is anything to go by, is looking directly at him. She doesn’t even shift, even if caught staring. Yes, I see you’ve found me.

No, I don’t care.

5 days ago - reblog
— Koussikka Made Eye Contact

koussikka:

Catching only the last part of her speech he mistakes ’…you’ for a question. ”Me? Name’s Koussikka, pleased to meet you.” As usual courtesies go, he smiles and offers his hand to be shaken. The shopkeeper, who is finished with wrapping up the armored figure’s purchases, impatiently interrupts their exchange by inquiring what the dunmer wants.

”Do excuse me for a moment.” He quickly retracts the hand and turns to ask if the shopkeeper has yet gotten a new shipment of kwama eggs. Getting a negative answer he sighs, thanks the shopkeeper and steps away from the counter. ”Aw, I was really looking forward to them…”

"Koussikka." 

She repeats his name, obviously familiarizing herself with it. Her tone is slow and steady, hushed behind a cold metal visage. It’s odd, even without the visible change in expression, one can feel the slight shifts in the sheer energy buzzing about the other as it fluctuates with different influence and mood. Kwama eggs? A curious noise and a slight tilt of the head. What were those?

(Source: wrathofmedusa)

5 days ago - reblog — tagged :
 #kingofmead
— Kingofmead Made Eye Contact

The gleaming emerald eyes in the helm mask cover the offending eyes, but it’s obvious the armored female is staring. Right at the portly Mer. She might be a little… confused.

5 days ago - reblog — tagged :
 #alikrborn
— Alikrborn Made Eye Contact

A Redguard? Not a race seen often here in Skyrim. And the armored woman can’t help but stare. But less out of awe, more at her inclination to just… observe people.

5 days ago - reblog — tagged :
 #eveningwolves
— Eveningwolves Made Eye Contact

While one can’t see the eyes on the armored woman, her gaze is felt like ice along one’s spine. And she hasn’t stopped staring at the rather large Mer at the bar for at least five minutes. He seems to intrigue her, honestly, looking like an Altmer and sounding and acting like a Nord. Odd, for certain.

6 days ago - reblog
— Koussikka Made Eye Contact

koussikka:

wrathofmedusa:

There’s nary a word from the armored figure in the market, only communicating with the shopkeeper by simple hand gestures. When she senses someone looking, however, her gaze turns to the other, gleaming emerald eyes focusing directly on him.

While Koussikka is not the only one staring at the mysterious woman in the evening market he’s probably the least skilled to hide it. Standing right beside her waiting for his turn to speak with the shopkeeper doesn’t help at all to be discreet about his curiosity. So immersed into admiring the her exquisite armor it takes him a second too long to notice he’s caught.

”Oh! H-hello! I,-” Tripping over words he slides a step back in shame. ”- my apologies. I did not mean to offend, I was just, your armor is very unique.”

While her face is anything but visible, the slightest motions in her figure allow for the sensation that she’s giving him a once-over, sizing him up. Once he steps back, however, she again adjusts, a more relaxed stance. She seems even further intrigued when he speaks of her armor, even going so far as to look at her arms and check that it is indeed her armor he’s speaking of. There’s a few moments of thought, and a hand motion, followed by the soft, muffled voice of a woman behind a mask. Between the helmet itself and the bustle of the market, it could easily be missed.

"Thank you."

Seems friendly enough. Just… Out of place.

6 days ago - reblog — tagged :
 #Koussikka
— Koussikka Made Eye Contact

There’s nary a word from the armored figure in the market, only communicating with the shopkeeper by simple hand gestures. When she senses someone looking, however, her gaze turns to the other, gleaming emerald eyes focusing directly on him.

6 days ago - reblog — tagged :
 #Shakhgro
— Shakhgro Made Eye Contact

The Armor-Clad figure wanders into the smithy, silent safe for the gentle clinking of armor. She doesn’t say much, more prone to observe and only speak when spoken to.

6 days ago - reblog
— Re-blog if you’re accepting anonymous asks from anyone about anything
6 days ago - reblog — tagged :
 #Andriusfulcinius
— Andriusfulcinius Made Eye Contact

Staring, staring, staring, why does it feel like someone’s staring at you? It’s been like this for nearly an hour now, have they even blinked?

The source of the sensation sits deep in a Tavern’s corner, green gems glinting lightly in the low light. You can’t even see her face, and once he finds her, it’s obvious this is the source of the sensation.

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