Hyaril smiled at the answer, and let Risaamion continue the kiss, before he eventually pulled away. A soft smile on his face, as he continued to hold onto Rissy's hands; thumbs brushing over them lightly. A gentleness in his demeanor was now beginning to surface. Something that no doubt only Risaamion would get to see.  

"Tell me about how it went with your parents, this is the first I've heard about it," He requested, not knowing that he was supposed to have known. After all, the letter Frithjofr sent never reached him.

A Hard Thing Not to Miss [Hyaril and Risaamion]

He didn’t have time to be scandalized or insulted by Hyaril’s words, nor did he have time to be embarrassed by them, because he was simply too busy being kissed by the mer himself. He kissed back, when the moment of shock had passed. It wasn’t the first time, but it might have been the first time he’d done so without proper preparation.

“Of course I wear it. Buy me another and I’ll wear them both.” He breathed, face warm and throat still thick with that lump, eyes still wet, but he wasn’t angry anymore. Or rather, he wasn’t scared or upset. Hyaril was safe, something he had worried about. He linked his fingers with the other mers, and pressed back against his lips, continuing the kiss of his own volition.

Hyaril watched as Rissy moved across the room, his lips twitching into a grin; though he certainly was decent enough to look a tad sheepish. Listening to Rissamion sound like this Hyaril found that his heart began to thump faster and faster.

"Yes, for a long time now, and I will always continue to love you, even when Oblivion comes to Nirn, or if you ever decide to fuck my brother," he responded with, and as inappropriate as the last comment was; there was an edge of bitterness in his voice. Stepping forward; he pressed his lips against Risaamion's, hands holding gently onto the others arms and pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. Hyaril's eyes fluttered shut as he sunk into it,     fingers slipping down to grasp at Rissy's hands; feeling the warm metal of the ring on his finger which made him smile. "You wear it. I'll buy you a better one," he muttered against his lips, not breaking away.  

A Hard Thing Not to Miss [Hyaril and Risaamion]

His breath hitched, and he felt a lump enter his throat, and he was so angry with this fool of a mer for being so infuriating and so charming at the same time. He stepped out from behind his desk, stalked over, and slammed the door shut before turning to face him, fists clenched.

“Do you?” he asked, voice raw with emotion. “Do you really ?” He seemed highly vulnerable in this moment, something which he usually devoted a large amount of time to preventing, but which never worked for long around Hyaril.

Hyaril was rather surprised at the very loud outburst, and stepped out of the way as the badly tossed inkwell went past him and splattered all over the floor. It was something Hyaril had never seen before, an outburst of this magnitude from Risaamion. It left Hyaril speechless as he slowly turned to look at the mess on the floor, then back to Risaamion.

Staring wide eyed at the mer; he took note of every detail on his face that Hyaril has committed to memory, yet he had never quite saw it like this. Opening his mouth, he shut it again; not wanting to make any quips in case it would upset Risaamion and make him think he wasn't being genuine with him. Though, he hadn't heard about his family, but he shoved it to the back of his mind as he found the words. He breathed them out, so gently even as a light teaseing went through them, "I was going to add I love you. You were too quick, Rissy."

A Hard Thing Not to Miss [Hyaril and Risaamion]

Risaamion would not have been over exaggerating if he had said he’d felt his heart freeze for a moment. His hand jerked, and a long, thick line was scratched across the document in front of him. He looked up at Hyaril, expression frozen in surprise, before he threw his quill down on his desk and stood, his chair falling over behind him.

“You idiot!” An inkwell was tossed at the mer, but it was lucky the Thalmor had such poor aim. “Is that what you’re saying? Good to see you?! You send me a ring by courier and I finally write to my parents about maybe not wanting children and not wanting to start a family and then you’re off touring this backwater, lowbrow, scum infested country for weeks and you just burst in here and mess up my paperwork and all you can say to me is ‘Good to bloody see you’?!”

By the end of his tirade, poor Risaamion was shouting far louder than he intended, the door was open, and it was likely that every Thalmor agent within ten square miles had heard him, not to mention his eyes were deceivingly wet and he was breathing rather hysterically, about as close to tears as he had been in a long time.

Septim was allowed to roam free, keeping out his small beady dremora eyes for anything that might potentially hurt, or interest his master. He did the task begrudgingly so, but he hated the wrath of his master more than anything. For a mortal he was just as cruel as any other daedra, the scamp found out quickly.

So, when the Bosmer came into sight the stunted scamp paused for a moment, thinking very little before launching itself forward to jump onto the Bosmer; a screech coming from it's mouth as it called it's master.

Scamping in the woods (Hyaril and Molte)

A strand of long grass whipped up and down in Molte’s mouth. It was a quiet day, and Molte had taken it upon himself to just lay back on the patch of grass in the forest. His hands were folded under his head a foot was swinging idly in the air.

A pleasant day.

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//Rp with me bby. you can have him I feel like bringing him back because I just cannot get myself to be on my other Skyrim rp blog.

Obviously Risaamion underestimated Hyaril who was most definitely a rather ridiculous mer. It was something he learnt how to do at a young age, seeing as how his brother was a stick in the mud and Hyaril being the boy he was just wanted to have fun. It stuck to him all his life too. Which made it fairly easy for him to shamelessly slam the door open with as much energy as possible, swaggering in with a grin on his face that reached up to his eyes that were so bright with mischief. Then he took a deep bow.

"Risaamion darling, so good to see you," he couldn't help but say as a greeting as he straightened up. Not much was different about him since his very long trip through Skyrim. He looked as young and as handsome as ever, except his clothes were slightly ragged, and something about him seemed straighter. It was a hard thing to spot, but it was like there was something boiling underneath the playful attitude he wore.

A Hard Thing Not to Miss [Hyaril and Risaamion]

Check signature, double check date and location, triple check authorization. Stamp. File. Next paper. Check signature, date and location, authorization. Stamp. File. Rinse and repeat.

Really, this type of work required little thought, little focus on the task at hand, if you were not a total idiot, so it left Risaamion a lot of time to think about other things. Well, other people. One person.

He had the ring on his finger, despite it not being that good of a fit, and not being an official ring or a statement of anything. It was a gift, though, and he treasured it all the same. It was only in his private thoughts that he would admit how often he thought of Hyaril, and how much he missed the mer’s presence. But it was not as if he expected the Altmer to come leaping through the door, or anything ridiculous like that…

Check signature, check date and location, check authorization. Stamp, file, next paper…

finally fucking got into the one account I want to rp with sdfnskdjfnsdkf.))

Hyaril's eyes narrowed into a glare. And, his hands clenched. He felt like murdering this Bosmer. 

"Are you screwing around with me?" He retorted, tilting his head, with a smile. Hyaril wanted his answer, and he wanted it now. 

Hyaril and Molte

“Don’t make me try,” he shot back, slightly tempted to start trying to climb up the tree. The only thing that was stopping him was the fact that he would look like an idiot.

“Now, Molte. Let’s start again,” Hyaril now sighed, before asking, “Your family?”

"Don't make me try," he shot back, slightly tempted to start trying to climb up the tree. The only thing that was stopping him was the fact that he would look like an idiot.

"Now, Molte. Let's start again," Hyaril now sighed, before asking, "Your family?"

Hyaril and Molte

Hyaril shook his head. This Bosmer really was a piece of work, but he wasn’t interested in quitting no matter how much it annoyed him. It just wasn’t who he was to stop.

“I would prefer to talk to you face to face, or at least on ground level,” he answered, “And, I can’t climb trees.” And, he felt like tacking on ‘but, I sure can get a daedra to climb up there’.

Hyaril shook his head. This Bosmer really was a piece of work, but he wasn't interested in quitting no matter how much it annoyed him. It just wasn't who he was to stop.

"I would prefer to talk to you face to face, or at least on ground level," he answered, "And, I can't climb trees." And, he felt like tacking on 'but, I sure can get a daedra to climb up there'.

Hyaril and Molte

“Because, I’m actually interested in getting to know you. And, it isn’t often that I actually bother with people.” He answered back, still very annoyed with an irritated grin on his face.

"Because, I'm actually interested in getting to know you. And, it isn't often that I actually bother with people." He answered back, still very annoyed with an irritated grin on his face.

Hyaril and Molte

“Excuse me?” Hyaril couldn’t help but be annoyed, “I said sorry, I said I didn’t mean it. And, that was the truth! Now stop acting like a child and get down from that tree.”

Hyaril was telling the truth, but he had a feeling that wasn’t the way to talk to Molte and get him to do what he wanted. But, it was too late for that. 

"Excuse me?" Hyaril couldn't help but be annoyed, "I said sorry, I said I didn't mean it. And, that was the truth! Now stop acting like a child and get down from that tree."

Hyaril was telling the truth, but he had a feeling that wasn't the way to talk to Molte and get him to do what he wanted. But, it was too late for that. 

Hyaril and Molte

Hyaril was quick; he saw her reaching for something. He had no idea what it was, but he wasn't going to waste time thinking. His hand wound into a fist pulled up and shot out, aiming for the Bosmer's stomach.  

Hyaril stopped for a moment; a sudden stop where he intended to look around Whiterun. But, instead he felt not only his pouch drop from his hip, but someone behind him.

He turned; not exactly thinking as his hand reached out to grab at the Bosmer.

Hyaril stopped for a moment; a sudden stop where he intended to look around Whiterun. But, instead he felt not only his pouch drop from his hip, but someone behind him.

He turned; not exactly thinking as his hand reached out to grab at the Bosmer.

He seemed to be watching for someone, which meant distraction; just enough to get the job done. She closed the minor distance between them swiftly, drawing her dagger as she did so. Lithely and all at once, she relieved him of his pouch and had mind to put distance between them in the next second.

Hyaril would've contested that theory if heard it. Only an idiot would steal from him he believed, the weight of his pouch was rather heavy. He would definately notice it if it got cut off. Then there was the fact that he liked cutting off thieves hands, or breaking their fingers. Either one was good in his opinion. And, so he continued walking, wondering where Lorche was; oblivious to the thief shadowing him.  

The man she’d started shadowing might has well have worn a sign on his back reading steal from me, I’m an idiot. All she’d have to do is wait for the right moment and cut the pouch right off. It was so simple, she could’ve laughed.

Hyaril was a prime target for pickpocketing; he was not only an Altmer, but a rich one; clothes clean and of good make, with a pouch of gold at his hip.

It was like he was just asking to be stolen from. 

It was just after sunset, and Emelir was about to head out of the city to the comfort of the forest. Not without making a little coin first, of course. She was on the lookout for a challenging victim to pickpocket.

What a touchy kid. Hyaril was really going to have to work for this, and he wasn't sure how to feel about that.

"I'm sorry Molte. I was joking, don't take it so personally," Hyaril said with a shrug, brows now furrowed. And, it had to be the first time in a very long time that Hyaril had apologized, said he was joking, and didn't mean offence.

Hyaril and Molte