iniqui:

killwellandoften:

{ & } Shuffling. "... Where the bloody hell are they?" 
She scolded, holding up his leather knapsack with a defeated 
hand.

     ♕ — “Oh, fer fuck’s sake, don’t tell m’ they aren’t in there.” A groan was released and he moved to grab the sack, digging through it to no avail upon looking for the potions. “Shit. Guess I’m travelin’ with a broken arm, ‘til we find a merchant or somethin’.”

{ & } The elf let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing her temples.
"Unbelievable," she whispered to herself. her dark eyes glance at 
him, brows knitted. "Dragonborn--and here you are without healing potions." The assassin lent a gloved hand, her face no longer covered
by the mask, having fallen off during the encounter. "Perhaps if you
hadn't used your arm as a shield against a giant's club, this 
wouldn't have happened."