s ᴀ ɴ ɢ ᴜ ɪ ɴ ᴇ ♅ s ɪ ʟ ᴇ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ

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"We make a good team."

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She rolls her eyes, scowling. “Don’t waste my time with your sarcasm,“ she scolded. ”We need to get to that ruin.“ They make their way further—‘Maybe.’

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♕ — A sigh was released on his own— partially out of frustration shared by the mer before him, using his unbroken arm to grasp hers and pulling himself up.
“Really, it isn’t my fault—— sometimes I don’t pay attention. S’pose I’ll just be fightin’ with one arm ‘til we get t’ a ‘ealer. At least ‘s back in place now. Thanks, by the way.”
He wasn’t exactly p l e a s e d with thanking an assassin, but she’d helped him. He was moderately grateful, at least.
”Where’re we ‘eaded next?”

{ & } —— She stood next to him as he spoke, releasing her grasp 
when she was sure he would not tumble like a newborn fawn. "Right
—of course it isn't," she said, throwing her arms up in defeat. He 
thanked her, but her void-like eyes simply stared for a moment 
before they flickered to look in another direction. "Yes, well—" the 
elf folded her arms.

"Just don't do something so stupid again. You might be Dragonborn," 
she mused, looking at him again, "but you are not invincible—mortal, 
just as I am." The Bosmer's lanky figured moved to pace tween the 
same two foot space for a few minutes. "From the looks of it, I'd say
we are closest to Windhelm," she guessed. So much for her contract.. 
A glossy black gaze ventured to the smashed and crumpled body of 
an Imperial beside the giant. 

Now they were miles away from civilization.

Nearby, the silhouette of a crumbling ruin caught her eye. The day 
was growing dark, and soon they'd be without light. They needed 
somewhere to stay, at least until the morning. Eyes like the abyss 
made contact with his oceans of blue. There was pause in her, an air 
of uncertainty. Could she even trust him? He was rude, outspoken, 
loud, vulgar, and without much care for others, as it seemed. But the 
dangers of Skyrim posed far too much a threat than he did. 

"We'll have to camp, Dovahkiin."

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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."

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♕ — He is still dazed. A nod is given. “That explains th’pain. ‘and me a potion.”

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

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♕ — “You did what?”

{ & } "You told me to pop it back into place--so I did."