#about feyna
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My life is a comedy.
I'm on a business trip with my superior, so I've been spending a lot of time with her even outside of work hours. Today, during a casual conversation, I let slip that I have a huge crush on that other coworker I've written about in the past.
To be perfectly honest, I thought everyone knew by now. The women, at least. I've been doing my best to be subtle, of course, but I've been on the other side as well and I know -- hiding something like this is impossible. Even if you don't do anything in particular to make it obvious, there's the way your eyes literally shine when you look at that person, the adoring expression, how you blush and/or stutter when you interact... Every person is different in how they react to this, of course, but from the outside, you can tell when there's such a strong interest.
...except apparently, I've been doing a much better job at hiding my feelings that I thought for my superior was flabbergasted.
Her first reaction was a gasp, followed by, "You're jocking, right? You must be jocking!"
Feeling rather foolish at that point, but thinking I was too far in to back down, I assured her that no, unfortunately, I wasn't jocking. Nevertheless, I'm definitely able to keep up a professional relationship and pretend my feelings don't exist.
Turns out that wasn't what my superior was concerned about. Apparently, what everyone has been noticing and commenting about behind my back is that he is completely smitten with me. He has never explicitly denied when confronted about it, either, just veered the conversation to a different topic. Which -- is not a denial.
Not to mention, it would be completely understandable if he didn't want to make a move without knowing how I felt about it -- after all, I'm much younger than he is and he's also technically one of my superiors, even though I'm not directly under him. Being the sensible person he is, he is aware the situation would be quite uncomfortable for me if I didn't reciprocate his interest.
...but I do. And I can't believe this is happening, but it is. I don't know if this will turn into anything concrete, still... Wow. Moreover, my superior is absolutely thrilled about this and she said that as soon as we're back, she'll make sure he somehow gets the input he can make a move.
#about feyna#sorry for the rant but I'm so happy I'overflowing#I *needed* to talk about this but all my close friends are busy today lol#on a different note#turns out I wasn't just imagining things and I actually *can* read people#I had noticed he often seemed to be staring at me#and then there was that time he got behind me when saying goodbye before leaving#and he was clearly about to touch my shoulder then froze for an instant#and touched the back of my chair instead#which means thar gesture had a meaning for him -- that touch carried a certain weight#not thoughtless#otherwise he wouldn't have frozen and waited a moment before reconsidering#but I thought it was impossible that somebody like him could like me back#so I just thought I was overthing everything lol
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the only exception
Vilkas x F! Harbinger! Dragonborn! Reader
PART ONE
word count: 4697
triggers: none
summary: Vilkas doesn't believe in love. But his harbinger sure does. Is there anything he can do to get her mind off of being single? Yes. Yes, there is.
prompt: from @writings-of-a-hufflepuff List #2 prompt 61
“I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have done that, you can look after
yourself…I shouldn’t have…I’m sorry.”
preview:
“Two beds.” Vilkas slid the septims to the woman.
“I’m sorry to say we don’t have two beds available, just one.”
Vilkas turned to Y/n, who was half asleep on his arm.
“That will do just fine, do you happen to have an extra fur-”
The woman stared at Y/n, then back to Vilkas.
“You sure you need two?”
Love had never been very important to Vilkas. Sure, he loved the camaraderie the Companions had, but it wasn't family. Farkas understood family, and how to love, so when Farkas announced his engagement to Feyna, it didn't phase Vilkas.
Though, it was certainly a wake-up call for Y/n, who had been their Harbinger for the past two years since Kodlak had passed on to Sovngarde. And this phased Vilkas.
He watched her smile back at Farkas, but he saw the heartbreak in her eyes. She had always spoken about wanting to be married by now. To be loved by now. And she was watching it slip through her fingertips.
"We'd love it if you all came to our ceremony next week!"
Farkas shouted, pulling Feyna into his side.
Cheers erupted from the Companions, all hoisting mugs of mead toward the couple. Aela then began a speech about Farkas, but Vilkas hadn’t bothered to listen as Y/n’s face did not match her actions.
"Y/n?"
Vilkas caught her saddened eyes.
"Are you alright?"
It was the sudden change in her face that shattered her facade of peace.
"Of course, no need to worry Vilkas."
But that did not answer his question, but he knew that she wouldn’t answer him, not in her current state.
"To Farkas!” the others answered, quickly following suit.
And as it turns out, it would be much harder to garner her attention.
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It was a quieter day in Whiterun, and Y/n had deemed it her own day off and told the Companions to spend the day as they saw fit.
This only piqued Vilkas’s interest, as he saw his beloved Harbinger don something other than the armor she usually adorned. It was a soft beige tunic, half-tucked into her cloth pants, and with her boots laced up. Even her hair was styled a bit differently, the hairs she usually kept from her face, were now loose and free…
“Where are you off to today, Y/n?”
Vilkas asked, catching her at the front door.
“Vilkas!”
He watched as her body tensed at the sound of his voice. She seemingly missed him standing at the door.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you, I just know that today we are free to take a break from our daily training, and well you seemed dressed up-”
“I’m just going to the market.”
“May I join you?”
Her eyes widened briefly, before returning to her previous facial expression.
“I suppose that would be fine, I just didn’t want to be identified… Just blend in a bit, you know?”
He glanced down at his armor-clad form and met her eyes once more.
“I can change?” He offered, and she laughed.
“You want to join me that badly that the wolf of Jorrvaskr wants to become a man?”
He flushed, as even he didn’t know why he wanted to join her so badly, but he just swallowed and nodded.
“Maybe we can at least get that warpaint off,” she smiled.
“If that would please you of course.”
“Please me?”
He groaned,” Ignore me Y/n. I’ll get civilianized and return to you.”
She just rolled her eyes and set her hand on the sword's hilt strapped to her side.
It wasn’t long until Vilkas returned, hair tied tight, wearing just a tunic and trousers, a sword still strapped to his back. His warpaint had gone, but his icy blues were just as piercing as ever.
“Is this more acceptable?”
And the smile on her face had made all of his hassle worth it.
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“Hello Carlotta, how have sales been going?”
“Y/n!”
Carlotta ran to the front of her stall, wrapping her arms around the Harbinger.
“I don’t see you often enough.”
They parted from each other and Y/n’s hand fell to the back of her neck.
“I’m sorry. I’ll try to see you more.”
Carlotta’s eyes fell on Vilkas.
“Oh, I didn’t know you had a beloved.”
The pair's eyes widened, as they both began quickly trying to explain that they were not in fact that.
She gave a knowing smile but said nothing.
“Well then, what would your name be sir?”
“Oh, Vilkas.”
“A quiet one, eh? Just like Mila’s father,” it was a sad smile that graced her lips, and Vilkas knew that it would be extremely rude if he tried to learn about the man.
“He was determined to come with me to see you today.”
“Oh was he?”
The way the women teased him sent chills down his spine, as he was not used to being belittled or put on the spot like this. But he stayed silent, watching the women interact, and watching a side of Y/n he had not yet gotten to see.
“So, no man yet, Y/n?”
“Carlotta!” Y/n hissed, and Vilkas could hear the same pain in her voice as when Farkas announced his wedding.
“Well, it’s been two years of you claiming you’d be wed and-”
Vilkas threw an arm over her shoulder, pulling Y/n closer to himself.
“She’s actually doing quite well despite her goal. She’s very important in my life.”
“Vilkas…”
Carlotta simply nodded, but there was a glimmer in her eye.
“Oh! It seems to me I have a new customer, it was great talking to you Y/n! I hope to see you sooner?”
Y/n sighed but nodded.
“I will speak with you again soon Carlotta.”
And they turned from her stand, but all Vilkas could feel were Y/n’s eyes boring into him.
“What?”
“Why did you stand up for me then?”
She didn’t meet his eyes but simply continued up the stairs back to Jorrvaskr.
“It was only right.”
“She was just teasing.” She paused and met his eyes.
“You didn’t like it.
And she opened her mouth to retort, but seemingly couldn’t find the words.
“Let’s just go home.”
And their market trip seemed to have come to a sudden halt.
But why did he still want to be closer?
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"Y/n?"
It was a quiet voice, as he had decided to creep into her room. And there she was slumped over her desk, softly muttering things in her sleep.
Vilkas just chuckled, this was no way for her to sleep.
"C’mon, let's get you to bed-"
"But what about me? Am I not allowed to be happy?"
Vilkas stopped in his tracks, maybe he shouldn't wake her.
"What do you mean Harbingers don't get married?! That's not fair-!"
A tear rolled down her cheek, and Vilkas immediately changed his approach.
"Y/n," he brushed the hair from her face," Y/n, wake up."
Her eyes fluttered open and met his icy blues.
"Vilkas? Why aren't you asleep?"
There was no lace of sleep in those words, she had just sat upright, and he could just feel the tension in her shoulders.
"I wanted to check on you, but then I saw you weren't sleeping well…"
"You didn't hear anything right?"
His voice caught in his throat.
"You did. Please don't tell anyone-"
"You're allowed to love, Y/n. None of us will hold that against you, I won't hold it against you."
"...Can I be honest with you Vilkas?"
"Of course."
"I don't think I'm unlovable, I just think that no man will ever want to marry a woman with that much authority."
Vilkas smiled," There will be someone. It would be impossible not to love you."
He paused for but a moment then continued with," Let's get you to bed."
As soon as she rose from her chair, Vilkas swept her off her feet and carried her toward her bed.
"I could have walked you know."
"Well someone needs to care for you! Might as well be me."
And there was no sparky comment to follow.
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It wasn't strange for Vilkas to keep an eye on everyone’s training. He was one of the members of the Circle, and many of the others would do the same. However, it was strange to Vilkas that he would always keep his eye on one person, Y/n.
She was their newest little whelp who had begun her climb through the ranks, now even outranking himself, as his Harbinger. She had very easily won him over, and he was almost proud of her.
"Hey, Vilkas!"
He was drawn out of his own thoughts by that very same person, and he made his way over to her.
"Yes? What is it?"
"So you know how I’ve been trying to learn how to fight with any weapon right? I've got the bow and short swords down, but I can't get this greatsword. And well, you train whelps with greatswords, so I was hoping you could help me too."
"Yeah, of course just show me what you've got."
She nodded and began swinging at the practice dummy, only laying a couple of solid blows before stopping herself.
"So first of all your stance is all wrong. Move your feet closer together."
"Like this?"
He watched her feet shift slightly, but not to his liking.
"Not like that," he came up behind her, wrapping his hands over hers and correcting her stance with his body.
"You're going to want to put your whole body into it. It'll drive more force through with each blow. So that's why you need a solid footing."
As he spoke, his warm breath tickled her ear.
"Alright, but then how do I take a swing and not leave myself vulnerable?"
"That comes with practice. Which actually," he released her from his arms," Stay here, there might be something I have to help you out."
And Vilkas jogged his way back into Jorrvaskr and tried to ignore Tilma’s complaints as he broke into a sprint when he made his way inside.
“Idiotic child…”
He knew it was stupid, going out of his way to help train his Harbinger, but that didn’t stop him as he grabbed the wooden sword Jergen had given him.
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The toy was slipped out of his grasp.
"I think you're ready for a true sword. Remember Vilkas, a man's strength is not ability, but in his heart," Jergen explained.
"But I'm not strong enough! It's too heavy-"
"You'll grow into it. I know you will."
The large steel blade was placed in his hands.
“You will be ready, and I pray this blade helps you for a lifetime.”
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“Here, let’s start with this.”
“A wooden blade?” Y/n laughed,” Aren’t I a bit advanced for this?”
“This blade has served a young boy very well. It was the way his father trained him. He was a foolish boy, but regardless, this blade was kind to him.”
“This was yours? Did Jergen-”
Vilkas nodded.
“So let’s try this stance again shall we?”
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It wasn’t a difficult mission, and it was the first one Y/n had taken on in quite some time. She of course had her jobs as the famous Last Dragonborn, but this one she took up upon her title of Harbinger. Vilkas, of course, volunteered to be her shield-brother to which she accepted.
The mission was simple. There was some monster threatening a small village on the outskirts of Riften, just at the border of Skyrim and Morrowind. Truly no big deal for such experienced warriors as the Harbinger and her wolf.
That was until Y/n was face to face with a rabid werewolf and the oncoming panic attack she had no control over. She froze mid-battle and couldn’t stop the way her body shook, or the way her blade fell from her hands.
Vilkas jumped in and fought the beast in her stead, fending off the wolf from its violent attacks. When the beast fell, Vilkas sighed and turned to her. She had fallen to her knees, and words began to fall from his mouth.
“I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have done that, you can look after yourself…I shouldn’t have…I’m sorry.”
“Vilkas…”
She threw herself into his arms and began to sob.
“I was so scared, I am so scared.”
“I’m here, Y/n. I’m here.”
His hands found themselves tangled within her locks, as her face was buried into his chest. The silence in the wood was only pierced by her sobs as she shook.
“I’m here…” he mused, holding her tighter.
He understood her fear, the curse that came with being a companion was horrid. It happened to be why she never shifted, and why Vilkas found it hard for himself to do so. He was never quite proud of being a beast, but any pride he had was gone when he realized how much she hated the beast.
She let out a sigh and began to try to compose herself.
"I'm okay. You can let me go now."
But Vilkas didn't miss the way her eyes still held sadness and the way her voice wavered just a bit.
"Don’t force yourself to be okay, Y/n. I can be strong for you right now. You can be human."
He watched as the tears came to her eyes again, and he pulled her into himself again. It was a gentle hold, his hands rubbing her back.
Kiss her.
Vilkas shook off the thought. It was not the place nor time to do so. And besides, how could she love a beast like him…
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They had reached the edge of Eastmarch and had planned to stop in Windhelm for the night. Y/n had been very quiet for most of the ride, and Vilkas took this as a sign that he should take the lead for the rest of their trip.
They had handed their horses to the stablemaster and headed toward the city gates. Vilkas had noticed the way that Y/n would lag behind him, almost shuffling her feet.
“You know Y/n, I could just carry you.”
“I’m quite alright Vilkas.”
And yet she still didn’t match his slowed pace, or even look at him while answering his comment.
“Alright, that’s it.”
And he hoisted her up in his arms.
“Vilkas! Vilkas I demand that you put me down this instant! As your harbinger, I-”
“In all due respect, I’m not going to listen to you just this once.” He looked down at her.
“Vilkas-”
“Please, Y/n.”
His voice came out a little too weak, and he prayed she didn’t notice. And she just relented, arms finding their way around his neck and averting her eyes from onlookers, for fear of crippling embarrassment.
He made his way up the steps into Candlehearth Hall, and only then let her stand on her two feet.
“We’ve made it, I assume you’d like to be upright when getting a bed.”
She hummed in response, still clinging to him tightly.
He held the door for her as they walked to the bar.
“Two beds.” Vilkas slid the septims to the woman.
“I’m sorry to say we don’t have two beds available, just one.”
Vilkas turned to Y/n, who was half asleep on his arm.
“That will do just fine, do you happen to have an extra fur-”
The woman stared at Y/n, then back to Vilkas.
“You sure you need two?”
He despised the way that the warmth crept to his ears.
“I’m certain.”
The woman tried to contain her reactions, but simply resigned to gesturing a hand toward the rooms, and walked ahead of the two in leading them to the available room.
"Enjoy your stay."
Vilkas nodded to the woman before turning to Y/n, who had already set her pack against the bedframe. She was currently struggling to remove her sheath from her belt.
“Y/n,” he called, already by her side, hands on her sheath.
“Let me. You’re exhausted. Don’t strain yourself, we have a long ride to Whiterun at dawn.”
Her eyes locked with his, hands still firmly gripped on the leather strap.
“Y/n,” there was a soft smile on his lips,” Please, let me take care of you.”
Her hands went slack, and he pulled the sheath from her, leaning it up against the side table. She then stripped from her armor, and Vilkas felt the need to turn away. He began to strip from his own, slipping off his bracers and boots before taking off the heavier pieces.
Vilkas did not turn to Y/n until he was in nothing but a tunic and trousers and saw she was in the same. She sat on the edge of the bed, silently, which would be fine if all she had done was wait for him to finish, but Vilkas could tell this was not the case for his dear Harbinger.
“Y/n… is there anything I can do for you?” His hand grabbed her own, not even thinking as he sat beside her. The wolf of Jorrvaskr softening, his eyes becoming that of a love-sick pup, not the sharp, cold ones she had come to know.
“Vilkas…”
She fell onto him, head pressed to his side, letting out a sigh.
“...I’m terrified.”
He turned to look down at her, an arm finding its way around her shrinking body. With the other, he brushed away loose hairs.
“What is scaring you?”
“That wolf today… That could be me…” Her voice began to waver.
“It is not you.” His grip tightened around her.
“But Vilkas-”
“You are not a monster. You have never been one. Nor will you ever be. Do you remember the first time you shifted?”
He felt her tears fall onto his hand, and heard her cry out a weak “no”.
He rubbed her shoulder,” You didn’t attack anyone. You seemed to be aware of your surroundings. Didn’t hurt a single person.”
“Really?” She sniffled.
“Really. Our gentle Harbinger. A true alpha. You protect the weak and never lead us astray.”
She turned to him and stared at him closely.
“Just, Vilkas, I…”
He gave her arm a squeeze.
“I hate the beast blood…”
“I know, I know…”
“I want it gone!” She sobbed, burying her head in Vilkas’s chest.
“I know my dear… There have been rumors you know…”
He ran a hand through her hair.
“Rumors that there is a cure to lycanthropy… I’ve been trying for proof, and I will not rest until I have an answer for you.”
His heart melted at the way her eyes lit up, this smothered light finally beginning to find that spark again.
“I want to help you.”
“By all means, you may, but I’m doing this for you regardless. Should you want it, that is.”
“I want to.”
There was a smile on her face again, such a smile he hadn’t seen in months. Gods above, if he could see this every day, Vilkas would give up anything. She was a refreshing aura, a rejuvenating one. She could ask him to leash the wind, and by the gods, he’d find a way, if it meant he’d get to see but a glimpse of that smile.
“Then we’ll find it together. But Y/n, you need your rest. You take the bed. I’ll sleep by the door-”
He stood up, hand resting against the hilt of his blade that he had leaning against the bed.
“You don’t have to Vilkas, the bed is more than big enough to share.” She grabbed the sleeve of his tunic.
He gave a soft laugh, grabbing her hand.
“I’m quite a large man, Y/n. And besides, wouldn’t you mind sleeping beside a man?”
“Not you.”
He tried to stifle a cough.
Blasted woman.
“C’mon, grab that fur. We can share a mattress for a night Vil.”
“Uh, of course. If that’s what you wish.”
“It is.”
There’s that damn smile. By Shor, my heart’s gonna explode.
She sat on the side by the wall, legs tucked underneath her. Y/n was sitting on her knees, hands in her lap, and this beautiful smile was plastered to her face.
“Well, uh, then. I suppose that settles it. Remember we leave at dawn-”
“Vilkas…” she laughed,” just sleep. We will be okay.”
“Very well.”
Vilkas took his fur and draped it over himself, turning to catch a glimpse of Y/n, which made his heart leap.
Shut it you damn heart.
“Goodnight Vilkas,” Y/n murmured, and Vilkas took that as his cue to dim the lantern and try to catch a bit of sleep. After all, they had a big journey ahead of them.
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Whiterun. Finally.
“I’ll race you to the city!” she called, kicking her steed.
“What?! How is this fair!? Y/n!”
But she was already much too ahead.
He huffed and set his horse to a trot, but couldn’t get the prior night out of his head.
Her hands would grab for me in the night… And she looked so peaceful, much calmer than the night I found her at her desk. By Mara, if that could be-
“Snap out of it Vilkas. With your blood, she’ll-”
He sighed and made his way to the city, stopping to drop his horse at the stables, and made his way to the city gate. There stood Y/n, staring at a letter. She held it with tight hands, eyes scanning the page with increasing speed.
“What is that? Y/n.”
“I-It’s from Kodlak. He tried to get it to me when I was in Solsthiem… The courier just got it to me… Vilkas, it's a cure!”
“A cure?”
He saw the shake in her hands and grabbed her shoulder.
“Quick. To Jorrvaskr. I’ll grab my brother, it's time to plan.”
And with a mutual nod, they sped off.
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“Kodlak had mentioned something similar here in his journal, he was definitely looking for a cure, he must’ve sent the letter just before Jorrvaskr was attacked… It doesn’t mention a location though…”
“That’s no matter!”
Vilkas pushed aside the books she had poured through and pointed to a location in the Northwest of Falkreath.
“There’s legends of the Glenmoril Coven. Men have gone missing in this general area historically. If there is any place for these witches to be, it would be here.”
Y/n shot up and placed a kiss on his cheek before marking that area off on the map she kept in her tunic.
“I’ll gather the witch heads, I need you to plot a course for Ysgrammor’s Tomb. By my accounts, it should be up in The Pale.”
Vilkas’s head was still swimming. Did she even realize what she had done? Oh by the Nine, gods above, I love this woman.
He cleared his throat.
“Ugh, and we will need a total of four heads. For Kodlak.”
She smiled.
Gods above…
“Yes for Kodlak. I’ll rid us of all of them, don’t you fret. I’ll get every last one of them. The Companions will soon be bound to Hircine no longer, and Kodlak will get his rest in Sovngarde. Vilkas, you plot the course,” she turned from him to Farkas,” I need you to gather supplies. We need torches, food, furs for us and our mounts, we need maps, poultices, and anything else you would think would be wise to bring.”
“You’ve got it, sister,” he pulled Vilkas in with a headlock,” Vilkas and I will be right on that. You know he would do anything for you-”
“I think that’s enough brother.”
Vilkas pried himself from Farkas, nothing short of embarrassed. He could feel the heat creeping up his neck, and his ears began to burn.
She just laughed, and that did nothing to quell the feelings that plagued him at that moment.
“You boys are certainly brothers.” She shook her head, still laughing. With her hands firm on her hips, Y/n spoke again. “I’m off to meet with the Jarl. We all know what we are up to. I’ll be back in the evening.”
She then left the Harbinger suite with an extra pep in her step, though Vilkas didn’t pay it much attention, as his thoughts were near impossible to quiet.
Farkas turned to his brother.
“Don’t say it,” Vilkas muttered, clearly on edge.
“There’s nothing to say,” the twin replied, and with a grin, he clapped him on the shoulder. “Come, we should drink to celebrate this find.”
“I don’t know, brother. I’m sure I’ll need more time to go over these maps, go to the Jarl’s library-”
“We can just stay in the Hall?”
Farkas offered an encouraging look.
“Who could say no to such an offer?”
The man grinned, throwing an arm over his often grumpier twin.
“That’s what I like to hear.”
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It had ended up being a very long night of drinking in Jorrvaskr. And despite this fact, evening had come and gone and Y/n had still not returned for the night. It was honestly the only reason that Vilkas had stuck around the hall that night. Aela had been incredibly obnoxious that night, scolding the twins on their desire for a cure, claiming that it was a blessing and sacred tradition. No amount of historical fact could bring her off her conclusion.
“The Circle has been bound by such tradition for well over a hundred years!”
“And the Companions have not held the tradition for hundreds! It’s what Kodlak wanted for us-”
“Still bending a knee to the old man, Vilkas. He’s in the eternal hunt now. That’s the life he chose, as have you. You should accept your choices as Skjor and I have.”
The conversation remained vague, as non-Circle members were sat around, and under Y/n’s leadership, had still not been informed on the secrets of the Circle.
“Sister, it is not wrong to take charge of your life-”
Farkas tried to support his brother, but Aela was quicker.
“But you cannot change your destiny.”
She thankfully laid off then. After things had ended in debate and poured drink, most had gone to their beds, but Vilkas still waited. It was nearly driving Tilma mad.
“Boy, off to bed with you. I’m sure that girl of yours will warm your bed soon.”
He couldn’t figure out a rebuttal to the matriarch, with the alcohol making his mind swim and the wolf within fighting for control.
“You can clean up around me Tilma… or just go get some rest…”
The woman scoffed but pulled away the various dishes and reset the chairs while Vilkas began to drift off, head still facing the doors, just waiting for his beloved Harbinger to return.
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He didn’t even hear the door open when she returned.
“Oh Vil, you should’ve gone to bed…”
He felt her hand run through his hair, and he sighed at her touch.
“I ‘s waiting for you…”
“I know Vil, c’mon. To bed with you…”
She held her hand out to the sleepy Nord. He gladly took it and used way too much force to get himself up off the chair, but Y/n didn’t even flinch.
“You’re strong…”
“I thought you knew that already Vil. I was taught by the best,” she winked, but it didn’t phase him.
He didn’t notice the burlap sack slung across her body until they were just feet from his door.
“Where’s that from?”
“Oh, from Dragonsreach. I’ll return it to the kitchens tomorrow. I just needed to borrow it for tonight. This one is yours,” she handed him a scroll,” Goodnight Vilkas!”
She tied a similar scroll to Farkas’s door and then waved at Vilkas as he walked into his room. Curiosity caught the wolf and broke him from his tired mind.
Sir Vilkas of Jorrvaskr
That alone took him aback.
You are hereby invited to a ball at Dragonsreach, in honor of the Dragonborne, Y/n L/n, for her heroics five odd years ago.
His brain could not calm itself, so as if he was no longer in control of his body, he found his way to Y/n.
“Vilkas? Is something the matter-” She stared, face scrunched in worry.
“I wouldn’t miss your event for the world.”
Her face returned to a peaceful medium… and one could say well… He slept well that night.
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[ kinks ] - for mainly amalthea , nym , and feyna, but tbh i kinda wanna know for all .
[ kinks ] ― what is their biggest kink? are there any kinks they haven't tried but want to? are there any kinks they have tried but learned are not for them?
amalthea;
big kink is being tied up or pinned down BUT she does need that reassurance that you're not just going to tie her up and leave her there. touch is a huge thing for her so to take it away from her is very overstimulating and can get her to be a pathetic whiny mess very quickly. cockwarming is also a big kink of hers since it also relies on her having a bit of discipline and following orders which she's Not Good At. she likes to push her luck and get punished for it.
she would love for a partner to just take the time to edge and overstimulate her and a bit of orgasm denial. maybe bend her over a desk too. she's thought about that.
she hasn't tried too much but she does know what she likes at this point and is very much open to trying some new things if her partner brings them up. just not overly fond of the slow loving gentle sex. that's... a bit boring for her and Too intimate.
feyna;
i think as the dark urge, everyone kind of expects her to be very dominant and sadomasochistic in bed and tbh she's not That into it. while she can play that part easy enough, it's not what brings her the most satisfaction. a lil knife play is fine and things getting rough, sure, but what she really likes is for her partner to just completely overpower and dominate her. she wants to be able to just let go and embrace that more submissive side of her-- let her just go into subspace for a lil bit ;v; she would love to be manhandled and pinned down and taken roughly. maybe a bit of throat grabbing / light choking. being marked and having her hair pulled and that general feeling of being 'claimed'. she's absolutely open to softer things but these are things that Really get her going. like amalthea, she's quite open to trying new things.
nym;
nym's not really sure regarding her own kinks seeing as she hasn't Done The Deed yet. she knows at least she wouldn't want things too rough, not like feyna. a bit more vanilla. one thing she definitely wants to do though is to just sit on her partner's face and have them eat her out, to have them grab her squishy thighs so tightly they bruise as they go to town on her. oh, and praise kink. absolutely would LOVE being praised. and having her partner tell her what to do.
iseris;
take all of feyna's kinks but dial it up. she's a huge masochist. she wants to feel it for days afterwards. she wants to come out of it bleeding and bruised. she's never had gentle sex in her 300 years of life.
vela;
dominant!!! she won't bottom for anyone and if she is physically on the bottom, she's a power bottom. she wants to be in control the whole time. she wants to ruin her partner with pleasure, to praise them, to give them multiple orgasms. loves to dirty talk them. her pleasure is giving her partner's pleasure. her big kink is just dominance tbh. would also peg u if u want. kink she's absolutely against? her being tied up. it's a hard no. she's not being restrained in any way.
marcella;
marcy isn't particularly kinky. quite vanilla. she doesn't need all these exciting additions-- she just wants it to be Good. given that her previous partners failed to make her orgasm, her expectations are quite low. she is very affectionate and touchy in bed, wants to praise and kiss her partner. loves oral, giving and receiving. loves having her hair pulled and some light marking she can cover up. her biggest kink is probably breeding kink i'm sorry lmao
valaena;
valaena isn't that sure what she's into as her sexual experience is rather limited. she's not as sexual as my other muses and she's probably down their with nym tbh. she can get overstimulated and sensitive easily though and her infernal features are sensitive to touch as well. she would like to follow her partner's instructions, to take a more submissive role sometimes-- a submissive leaning switch. she's not particularly kinky. quite vanilla, actually. she's easy to please. she wouldn't do any of the shit that ise or feyna are into though.
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@0fdevotion asked : ❛ just let me sleep for five more minutes. ❜ fey @ gab
GABRIEL BACKED up a step from Feyna's bedroll, biting his tongue with his back teeth. (He'd pierced his lips and tongue enough times to learn his lesson). He knew better than to push this matter by now, but he'd already prayed, donned his armor for the day, and packed his things, so there wasn't anything he could do to while he waited, unless he went through his morning prayer again.
"Okay- um- I'll be... I'll be over here. Until you're up again," Gabriel said. He settled where his bedroll had been and pulled his rosary from beneath his armor. Prayer was done strictly aloud- at least, it had been with his church. He wasn't sure how the...actual Ilmatran... felt about it but he felt like this couldn't hurt. He'd keep his voice low and hope it didn't bother his party member. "Until I can bear a fraction of your burden, sufferer, I shall. On this morning I will take unto myself your burden..."
#𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵 cleome : in character#0fdevotion#𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 asks#gabriel 'oh.. okay' (engages in prayer)#he's such a little animal..#𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑙 queue
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❛ you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. but i'm here for you when you decide you do. ❜ fey @ rak
She must have been showing something in her face and not realizing it. As Feyna makes the offerance, Rakatak makes an effort to correct the "mistake", schooling her expression to the usual furrowed brow of contemplation or anger depending on circumstance. But... she's unable to deny the worry that was there a few seconds ago.
The paladin huffs softly, tapping her fingers against her thigh as she stares into the campfire. It reflects in her eyes, already-yellow sclera turning downright conflagratory in the light of combustion. Of destruction, really.
Of change.
"...there is a legend among my people. Something great, and... terrible."
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@dragonfells | 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
❝What I'm saying is, please stop stealing my kills.❞
Vigor sighed, pressing his fingers into his nose bridge, clenched into a knotted brow. It was rare he met killers with more experience than him, it was a short career, yet Feyna was quite the exception. Years of guilt and grief seemed a little silly once they learned about the Church of Bhaal lurking beneath their feet.
❝You know, you could kill them quicker,❞ tired, matter of fact. ❝It is considered the polite thing to do. It's also just practical.❞
#vigor: trying to be reasonable and practical#harra: SKILL ISSUE#dragonfells#act 3 where hes more confident and can joke a bit
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Send 🐈 to pick up my muse by the scruff of their neck like the menace they are!
accepting
@dragcnrage
Lark was about to pounce the patron in the bar for running his mouth but quite suddenly she felt someone grab the back of her neck. She seethed and struggled for a moment before looking at Feyna.
" Um, can I help you?" Lark nearly hissed. " Get your hands off of me!"
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I was tagged by @feyna-v thank you!
Name: [¿?]
Gender: Fluid (She, They)
Star sign: Virgo
Sexuality: Panromantic Bisexual
Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw
Height: 5'7 (170cm ish)
Favorite animal: Polar bear
Average sleep: 6-8 if I’m lucky on weekdays 2-4 on weekends
Current time: 4:53
Dog or cat person: dogs for life
How many blankets I sleep with: just a single thick one
Dream trip: all of Europe Quebec, Alberta, Nunavut.
When I made this blog: pft I cant remember
Dream job: Doctor, Nurse somthing in the medical field
Why I made this blog: I make useless decisions
@externallyandinternallyscreaming @royaltozier @sweet–maple @directium only if you want
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The #hws tag has been there for a while now but...you know, with the possible rivival of the hetalia fandom I think it might become an issue again.
I basically agree with the agruments in countriesruinedmylife's and feyna's post, especially that we can't change the history of this controversial fandom. I appreciate the effort to make it appear less controversial, but is it worth the cost of dividing the (already atomized) fandom?
By dividing I mean:
1. the works existing on tumblr by past/present creators will be split in two halves. For newcomers who know nothing about this, they may randomly select one tag to follow while neglecting the other. This means lower chance for active users to be seen and worse, none for some great but now-inactive creators.
－－Well we can always retag the good old works so that they can be introduced to newcomers.
－－That's even worse because you can't retag everything and by not following the original blog they don't know what they may be missing out.
2. It will cause more trouble for users in the "transition period", for they have to use both types of tags to gain exposure, and the "transition" itself would become meaningless if everyone does so. As I observed in recent posts from #hetalia, most people either use the old tag or use both. So it seems like the transition didn't go well.
3. Even if everyone knew the new tagging system and learned to search the old blogs using #aph and the newer ones using #hws, this is to draw an unnecessary line between "the past" and "the present". People get lazy (especially nowcomers who couldn't unerstand why we'll get through all the trouble). Not everyone likes to search twice for each of the characters. They'll simply ignore the old fandom to entertain themselves with new things. Not that it's a bad thing...just that I feel half (maybe more) of the fandom's charm lies in its history over a decade and the numberless talented members who have become part of it. It would be a great loss if they were forgotten.
So...though I'm not supposed to order people around, personally I hope there be no more controversy over the tag names next year. I would consider changing tags only if most people decided to use them. For now, aph it is.
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Nudity Roleplay Scenarios | ACCEPTING
@mahariele sent: ♨ reverse, for arik
He’d been patrolling, making sure everything was clear around the camp. He could sense darkspawn, that was sure, but there were other dangers lurking. He was sore, though, and tense. Even Alistair had noted it and suggested the hot springs nearby. Arik had thought about it, and decided that, perhaps, that would help loosen his muscles for the next battle.
Granted, apparently someone else had overheard Alistair’s remark. He stopped in his tracks as he saw the other figure in the springs and ducked out of sight to verify who it was. Seeing it was Feyna, he relaxed a bit and decided he ought to head back to camp and wait for her to return, allowing her the privacy of the springs.
As he turned to leave, though, he made the rookie move of stepping on a branch, snapping it. That caused him to wince, annoyed at his own misstepping.
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Sorry for the prolonged silence... Let's just say, things with my coworker went really well and he's now my boyfriend. Which means, my free time has suddenly gotten even more limited... But to be honest, I'm not really missing tumblr right now. 😅
#about feyna#someone commented that the story sounded like a hallmark movie and...#yes yes it does#the way things worked out is really “worthy” of a movie like that lol#I'm not giving out details though#another person is involved as well#and posting so freely in a public site about our private moments without his consent or knowledge feels like a violation#I'll just said that he made perfect plans for our first date (the one in which we got together)#that were however comically thwarted due to reasons outside his power#but everything ultimately worked out for the best and we'll forever laugh about it#(or: when you pick a super romantic and panoramic spot to kiss the girl you like at sunset)#(important people nearby might ruin your plans)#(especially if their bodyguards are standing there with their arms crossed and clear view of the spot you picked)
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write a nice happy drabble about being in the fade with feyna during here lies the abyss :))) lmao if you want
send me something to drabble about // always accepting
the fade was horrible, and james never wanted to come back. ever, if he could manage it. feyna was with him at least, and the warden seemed less tense than he did. though, james was always tense. tragically.
they had fought through the nightmares. he said he saw spiders to stay safe. what he actually saw... maker forgive him. he had cut down his family.they had been horrific creatures, barely resembling his family, but...they were there. black eyes and hissing teeth.
hawke had been cracking jokes the entire time, and solas, little bastard, was having a fucking ball being in the fade physically. varric was...varric. the iron bull was ... almost angry, and feyna...well, she rounded out his party. he was grateful she was with him. he hoped they would be safe.
then — “the rift!” james called, smiling at everyone, eyes landing on fey. “we’re almost there!” but he did not see the nightmare demon at first...maker, he was...it was hideous. eyes and tendrils and sick. james would not retch. he could not retch. he was the inquisitor. besides, he hadn’t eaten anything in a while. the siege had...taken up most of his time.
IF YOU WOULD, PLEASE TELL LELIANA, “I AM SORRY. I FAILED YOU, TOO.”
the visage of divine justina burst into a bright golden, green light, and james had to cover his face so that he was not blinded by it. what was left was the demon.
they fought long and hard, and by the time they’d defeated it enough to steal away, they were sweating, exhausted.but they were safe. james ushered the rest of his party forward. bull, varric, and solas ran out of the rift and back to proposed safety. james led hawke and feyna out. they were going to make it!
a rumble shook the earth beneath james’ feet. fuck. the nightmare demon was still there. disgusting and... and blocking their way.
“we need to clear a path!” feyna. james reached for her hand, gripping the armor there.
“go, i’ll cover you!” hawke called, and james whipped his head to his left, staring at the champion.
“no,” feyna breathed. “the wardens caused this...”
“you are the hero of ferelden,” hawke hissed, pointing at the elf, and james felt his heart clench. he would have to make a choice. “you must rebuild, warden. corypheus is mine.”
james stood there for what felt like centuries, and the nightmare demon stared back. it knew. it knew that this was his worst nightmare. he squeezed feyna’s hand tighter. and with a thick swallow, he made his choice.
“hawke.”
the champion seemed to accept this, looking up at james. his voice was sad, barely above a whisper. “say goodbye to varric for me.”
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❝ i tried so hard after they left to make my heart hard, and now you’ve undone all my hard work. ❞ || @mahariele
Nathaniel did not expect such rawness. It made his shoulders tense and his skin itch and the earnestness that she was showing.
(he’d be lying if he didn’t say just a little bit of him hoped that whatever exactly this was more could be more.)
He pulled his shirt on fully, vaguely tucking it into his trousers as he took a few slow steps back towards the bed where she was laid out. She looked smaller now, but they were of the same height. The softened edges of the warrior are what his eyes caught and he sat back on the edge of the bed before he reached out for her hand.
He was patient, waiting for Feyna to give it to him before he brought it up to his lips to press a soft kiss to her worn knuckles before turning it over to give the same attention before he trailed up her arm with firm presses of his lips to her skin. “Whatever you want of me, of this--” his voice is serious, “I will be here when you decide you are ready to talk about it.” he folded her hand over her own heart with a hum as he pulled away to dress. “If you decide it’s better as it is now, innocent and good fun, it can be that. Your heart is your own until you decide what to do with it” he tells her simply.
He would not dare hope to take what is not his.
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@feynariel || CON’T.
Feyna sat up before really even waking up properly, her mind hazy and the world spinning around her when she finally did open her eyes. Sat up, she paused, staring down in her lap in some attempt to get the spinning to stop, which it eventually did. When it did, that was when she noticed the throbbing pain in her body, pain from injuries she now remembered from the last fight. That was just the trouble with being a Reaver; sometimes it meant getting hurt and often badly.
Without much thought, Feyna moved to get up and had not even really looked around to notice the healer at her side but the moment she made to get up, she felt him pushing her back down into her bed with force. Well, it felt like force, anyway, in her injured state. It did not seem to take much to push her down when she was as drained of her energy as she was.
Eyes closed when her head hit the pillow once more and she grumbled, frustrated, but she made no other move to get out of bed after that. “I need to get back out there.” She insisted a moment later, eyes still closed as she tried to will away the remaining pain. “It’s my duty to be out there helping not… sitting here.”
AS SOON AS he was able to get the female seated. and lay, once more, Lyrian crouched in front of her, his pale brows furrowed, his emerald eyes endlessly kind. Just how many times now had he heard words of a similar tune? Too many, perhaps; but he knew he would hear them time and time again for stubbornness often ran in the blood of those of whom fought for something they felt strongly about.
“It is also your duty, do you not think, to get well so you are able to do your job properly?” He took a moment to pause, pulling the blanket up over the female so to continue to keep her warm. “You would be no good to anyone in this state - you must rest. Get better so you can aid them at your full ability.”
PERHAPS HIS WORDS were somewhat harsh - but he had seen it too many times before - folk heading out when they were still injured, only to be worse off or dead by the end of it. Sometimes, his bitter words meant that another life could be saved. It was his job, and he most certainly intended to do it as best as he could.
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Cold Throughout
Outside, snowflakes whirl, dancing down towards their deaths upon the wet pavement.
Inside, emotions swirl inside me, rushing up towards my head where they will never truly die.
The storm outside is nothing compared to the tempest inside my head.
A crowd of voices scream and shriek, wailing and taunting. The worst ones are the quiet ones, the sympathetic ones, the whispering ones.
I hug my knees to my chest, hold them tightly like I want to be held.
No one’s ever going to hold me.
I will always be the holder, the comforter, the listener.
They will take and take and never give because I refuse to receive, and when I finally open my arms they will all be long gone and living their lives in the sun while my lips turn blue.
Words a waterfall, gushing down, down, down, pounding upon my identity and my confidence.
Slowly, slowly, they wear them away.
I become a drifting ghost, Drift this way, that way, whatever you want, if it works for you, sure. Of course. No direction for myself, no self to direct. I am empty and hollow and they all know it, deep, deep down they know it. Don’t they-?
I lie on my back in the snow, let my body sink into the light fluffiness. It squeaks as I compress it with my weight.
Snowflakes gather on my temples, fly into my eyes.
I close them.
I could fall asleep here.
Maybe I should. . .
Voices in the distance. They blur together, but distantly I can hear them , , ,
They cry in earnest, yell and holler and break the fragile stillness that hangs on every snow-laden bough.
It’s dark.
When did I fall asleep?
……
Stars shine bright above me, tiny families and tiny faces, bright and dim and flying across the darkness like a brush across canvas.
So distant, yet so beautiful.
I blink snow out of my eyelashes, feel it slide down my cheeks.
Looking down my torso, I notice the tops of my toes sticking out from beneath my blanket of snow.
The sound of falling icicles vibrates through the cold air, sharp and crisp as hoar frost underfoot.
I hear something to my left.
A tiny, repetitive woosh of air.
In the snow, someone lays beside me, fast asleep underneath the same snowy blanket and canopy of darkness.
Oh.
Someone came for me.
Oh. . . someone came for me. . . Someone. . . For me. . .
It doesn’t matter who, just- someone.
The warm body next to me, the being producing a small cloud of condensation with every exhale, the person who cared enough to lie down with me and let me stare at the stars.
I don’t want to check the time.
I don’t want to go back.
I just want to stay here forever, underneath the snow and sky and stars.
I smile up at the stars, wink to the moon, and sleep.
Soon, the dawn will come.
#tyto stuff#writing#ahhhhh#thank you feyna for reminding me#i half-forgot i was planning on posting this#i wrote this sometime two years ago?#it was snowing and i thought screw it i'll write something and this happened#i was thinking about a headcannon i was toying with at the time#for aph canada to sleep under snowbanks#and he would be called the snowbank man#and then#stuff happened that was not hetalia#and i figured oh well#i don't like it as much looking back on it#i feel like the first part could've been written a little better?#ah well#if i don't post it now i'll never post it#screw it here goes
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Tag Game
Answer 15 questions and tag 15 mutuals
Thank you to @feyna-v for tagging me!
1. Are you named after someone?
No, my mom picked my name just because she liked it and it was American/English and not Polish (she didn’t want to give me a Polish name). My dad agreed to it. (My name is not Mandelene, btw).
2. When was the last time you cried?
While reading the ending of Small Country by Gael Faye a few days ago.
3. Do you have kids?
Nope, not yet, haha, but I hope to have kids someday if I can. Two or three but no more than three :) Idk how to explain it, but at some point within the past two years, I started feeling more...maternal toward kids, if that’s the right word for it. I just see kids on the bus and think, huh, yeah, I could have one of those, I think I might like that, God knows why.
4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
Oh, boy. Yes. It’s not as obvious when I’m online, but ask my mother or my close friends and they will confirm that 90% of my daily life is spent being sarcastic. My life is just one big sarcastic meme.
5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?
How they present themselves -- whether they’re smiling or frowning, standing up straight or slouching, etc. For men, I immediately notice how tall they are because I’m a tall woman so tall men are absolutely heavenly to look at. Any man that’s like 6′2 ft or taller and in their mid to late twenties makes my heart flutter instinctively. (This is how I know I’m definitely straight, bahahaha).
6. What’s your eye color?
Hazel. I joke that I must be adopted because my parents and sister have green eyes, but my great-grandmother had hazel eyes so I guess my parents are my parents.
7. Scary movie or happy ending?
Happy ending for sure. Scary movies rarely have a storyline that I find interesting tbh.
8. Any special talents?
I’ve been told I bake a fantastic coffee cake. I can recite the alphabet backwards, and I know some first-aid, but those are skills and not really talents.
9. Where were you born?
I’m a Brooklyn baby. :D Brooklyn, NY.
10. What are your hobbies?
Writing, reading, occasional video-making, playing with my cat, indoor cycler, casual gamer, novice yoga pupil.
11. Have you any pets?
Of course. Most of you know my baby already:
Macchiato!
12. What sports do you play/have you played?
Oh, here we go. Brace yourselves for a tangent.
I was the sickly asthmatic kid who was too busy coughing up a lung to play sports, and I’m only half-joking. I played soccer a lot as a kid with my friends, but I was never on a team because my asthma was too severe and out of control for that. I’ve talked about this many times before, but I spent a good chunk of my childhood in the doctor’s office. I missed a lot of school. I got poked and prodded. I cried often about how much I hated being sick. I would be out playing with my friends and have an asthma attack in front of them and feel embarrassed. I would start wheezing and ignore it because I didn’t want everyone to make a big deal out of it. Don’t ever ignore your asthma, please. That never ends well. Sports were something I feared for years.
Midway through high school, my relationship with sports changed completely. I started seeing them as a method to improve my asthma rather than worsen it. My pulmonologist got my asthma under better control by coming up with a treatment regiment that he made sure I stuck to by lecturing my teenaged self at great length and wrote notes to my gym teachers at the start of every marking period. I slowly started regaining my confidence. My doctor made it clear that he was not excusing me from gym completely -- I had to exercise to the best of my ability without making myself sick, and if I kept getting attacks, it was back to the drawing board. If I couldn’t manage to exercise normally, then, in his view, my asthma was impeding my life too much and my medicine wasn’t working for me, which was totally true.
One of my high school gym teachers, Mr. B, was notorious for being the hardest P.E. teacher in the school. I was terrified of him. Whenever he made us run laps, I would pause when I started feeling unwell, rest for a minute, and then continue. He never said a word to me about it even though he was known for scolding students for stopping. Oddly enough, it took me a while to realize this, but he was always subtlely looking out for me. He always asked me if I had my inhaler with me at the start of class. Although I was often dead last in everything he made us do, he pretended not to notice and never commented on it. I never cheated him. If he said to do 30 laps, I would do 30 laps, even if I had to pause three times in between. Everyone else would have already moved on to other exercises while I was still doing my laps, lol, but I don’t think I ever had to reach for my inhaler. At the end of the term, he pulled me aside and told me, “I know you always tried your best, and I admire that.” He gave me an A. He was the only gym teacher I had who didn’t accuse me of making excuses or being lazy. Many previous teachers had convinced me I wasn’t trying hard enough, so I would push myself, and then I promptly proceeded to have attacks, be frustrated with myself, and end up in tears in the locker room. I needed Mr. B in my life to restore my faith in gym.
Nowadays I indoor cycle 3-4 times a week for 45 minutes to an hour to strengthen my lungs. Once a week, I have my “long tour” which is when I cycle for an hour and thirty minutes. After cycling, I lift weights for another 15-20 minutes. If I have a cold or any other upper respiratory infection, I stop all exercise until I’m well, and I hold myself to this. I have a better idea of my limits and what sports are best for me. I love swimming, but unfortunately, I don’t have a good indoor swimming pool around me, so it’s not something I can do regularly. Running/Track is still something I really struggle with, but brisk walking or hiking is fine. Last year, I was really into dance classes with my friend. Cycling is super kind to my lungs but leaves me exhausted in a good way, so that’s why it’s my favorite form of exercise. I’m sure if I did it outside though, I’d have asthma attacks. I’m generally okay with all sports/exercise as long as it doesn’t involve long stretches of running with few breaks in between, and I don’t do it outside when it’s cold. I won’t die from a light jog unless it’s the middle of January and there’s a meter of snow on the ground. You can invite me to play volleyball/basketball/tennis/whatever, and I promise I’ll be fine, haha.
I’ve also tried getting into yoga recently by following some YouTube instructors, but cycling is what I do most regularly and have stuck to. I take frequent exercise very seriously now, and I make it a priority.
13. How tall are you?
5′10 ft, so 177.8 cm. Super tall, I know. You should see my legs in yoga pants ;)
14. Favorite subject in school?
In elementary school, I enjoyed English classes the most. In high school, AP comparative government in my senior year was my favorite because I love international politics. Then, there came a point in my life when I stopped liking English classes and started despising them (around my second year of university). College English consists of reading novels (which is a good start) and then writing unnecessarily long papers analyzing the novel, but if the professor doesn’t like your interpretation or analysis, they’ll deduct points. They’re not the classes you want to take if you want to actually learn how to be a better writer. They just teach you how to pander to the professor and not how to think for yourself. It’s annoying. Journalism classes get right down to the technical parts of writing and tear your sentences apart. I feel like I gain more from those classes than ones in which I have to write a ten-page essay on the symbolism of a key.
15. Dream job?
A few years ago, I would have said “reporter for the New York Times,” and while that would be incredible, I have multiple dream jobs now.
I would still love to work at a media outlet. I’d want to either work at the international desk as a writer/reporter or work on digital content like podcasts or short documentaries. However, I can also picture myself working at an NGO or at a think tank. I might also be interested in doing something in government someday--anything that has a direct impact on getting involved in a community. Global politics and writing are my two biggest passions, so if I end up doing work in either of those areas, I’ll be happy.
Ideally, I can continue writing fiction on the side and publish it someday, but that’s still a dream I have to work my way up to.
I don’t want to leave anybody out, so if you’re reading this and you want to answer it, consider yourself tagged by me! :)
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