It was a nice break from the constant dreary landscape of Winterhold, this festival. He’d braided a few choice leaves into Ghost’s mane, giving her some splashes of autumn colors against her normally pale coat, feeding her pieces of apple as he took swigs of a special festival brew he was actually coming to like. Shame it was only for the festival. He’d like a crate or two back up at the College for later.
Ghost lipped at his mane, ready for another slice of apple to crunch. J’hasi chuckled, cutting another slice off with his knife, holding it up for her to lip up and crunch, nickering softly in thanks. The Khajiit pat her neck, giving it a rub before reaching for his tankard, the sweetness of honey blending with the whole flavor of what he was suspecting was pumpkin, full of spices pouring over his tongue.
TES Autumn Festival Starters { Part II }
{ Some more additions to this meme, because it’s fun! }
General —
“Where did you get that attire?”
“So, are you here for the excitement? Or only the alcohol?”
“Where is the alcohol? Please don’t tell me that I came to a party without any mead, at least.”
“I thought you weren’t one for crowds.”
“What is your favorite thing about the festival so far?”
“Maybe they should have made more food.”
“Oh my, is that ____? I was not expecting to see them here.”Activities —
“Which horse are you betting on for the race?”
“Is that your horse? It’s beautiful! Do you think he’ll/she’ll win?”
“Are you taking part in anything this evening?”
“Hey! Let’s go watch the sparring competition!”
“Wanna be my opponent in the sparring event?”
“You’re entering the talent show? What’s your act?”
“I’m entering the talent show! I’m going to ____!”For Dates/Potential Dates —
“Can you get me a drink?”
“Would you like me to get you a drink?”
“Wow, your date is fetching!”
“I’m glad you’re here with me.”
“Want to go for a stroll, away from all of the commotion for a bit?”
“How did I get so lucky to be the one to attend this event with you?”
“You know, after this, I think I might like to ask you out again, if you’ll have me.”
“There are no words to describe how magnificent you look in that wardrobe.”
TES Autumn Festival Starters
[ A sentence starter meme for this week’s Autumn Festival. Fill in the blanks as needed, and feel free to alter the sentences as you desire! ]
General —
- “Let me introduce myself. My name is ___”
- “Are you enjoying yourself?”
- “Did you travel far to get here?”
- “You don’t look too happy to be here.”
- “The food is amazing!”
- “I think it’s time to go head to the tavern.”
- “Were you expecting it to be this crowded?”
- “Are you ____? My friend ____ told me about you.”
- “I didn’t know you were going to be here!”
Activities —
- “Do you know when the archery competition is going to start?”
- “What were you planning on doing next?”
- “So what all have you done so far?”
- “I hear music!”
- “Someone told me they were going to have ____. Is that true?”
- “Are you going to go watch ____?”
- “Do you want to go do ____ with me?”
- “Wait, where did you get that ____?”
For Dates/Potential Dates —
- “Are you here by yourself?”
- “Is that your date?”
- “Would you be interested in being my date?”
- “We should go dance together.”
- “I want to do whatever you want to do.”
- “Maybe you and I could do ____ together?”
- “I bought/won this for you. It’s a ____!”
- “I think you look stunning.”
- “Maybe I want to show you off a bit. Is that wrong?”
- “I’m getting sort of tired. Want to go find a place to sit down for a moment?”
Guest name: J’hasi
Race: Khajiit
Gender: Agender
Date: His massive Shire horse, Ghost, with some colorful fall leaves woven into her mane to make her look pretty and festive, as well as making sure that no one thinks she’s a wild mare loose from the stables.
Outfit: He’s going in something a bit more casual than his College robes, sporting some loose brown pants with a off-white undershirt and a red sash. He’s got his leather boots and his leather gauntlets he usually only wears to protect his hands and forearms from magicka accidents…for reasons….
A beat-up guarleather jacket that’s clearly seen better days is worn over the ensemble. Someone who’s familiar with Dunmeri styles of clothing would recognize it as Dunmeri, or even more specifically Ashlander handiwork, with his red scarf covering the collar and hood, the length of it hanging over his back and partially obscuring the laces over the midsection.
School is not for Horsing Around- TAKE 2 Icarus/Jhasi
Icarus shuffled his way down to the Hall of Elements. He curled his lips inward as he felt most of the attending students glaring at him– probably due to the incidents from last night, Ancano included– Fuck, that godsdamned mer was there already. Somewhat thankfully, he had seemed rather occupied by the… They were calling it The Eye now, weren’t they? Didn’t matter, it kept Ancano off his arse, thats all he needed.
The justiciar recomposed himself as he gave the students a smug scoff. He looked around– he didn’t see the cat around thankfully, maybe today would be a good day.
He crooked his brow his brow when it wasn’t Faralda approaching the class, but another mer he had seen around the college as of late. He wasn’t sure what to make of him, his first guess by his appearance was a Bosmer, but that mer was far too tall for a Wood Elf, and blue-eyed Altmer were too rare of a sight to see around Skyrim, plus the lack of an Altmeri accent.
“Greetings class. Faralda has-has c-come down with the- uh- the uh– th-th-the flu. I’d ad-ad-advise t-to stay clear if-if you uh– you see her and lets all re–uh-remember th-that I am not a ch-ch-charity healer if you uh– get sick, I have bills t-t-to pay too.” The mer centered himself between all of the students, “Th-th-this is the uh– the uh– destr–uh-… destruction class, yes? Is thi- Is this everyone?”
Icarus rolled his eyes. It’d be sunset before this instructor finishes the godsdamned role call.
After last night’s shift, the resulting lack of sleep, the splitting headache from the morning after, and the stress of knowing he’d been spotted in his ‘wolf form by the Thalmor whelp wasn’t really dulled all that much by his hastily-drunk mead, and in fact, only seemed to worsen things, especially light… Light was…not comfortable at all… It wasn’t helping his churning stomach, either… The Khajiit just wanted to sleep and get something in his stomach to calm it down, but he had class this morning, and he was cutting it awful close already. He wasn’t looking forward towards a reprimand from Faralda on top of it all. It was bad enough that he had to deal with the whelp in class.
J’hasi managed to slip into the classroom in the nick of time, but unfortunately seeing who was in the room made the morning ten times worse than it already was. The two Thalmor he never wanted to see again and…by the Hist that was…
Oh no…
The Khajiit could just feel his insides cringing at the sight of that mer he’d met at the inn, the one that had patched him up. Granted he’d probably saved his life, but…Hist, couldn’t’ve he been just a little bit gentler about it? And the tail end of his introduction made his stomach feel even worse…he was going to be teaching them in the class he most often got hurt in… Maybe…maybe he could still sneak out…?
Unfortunately Ancano’s eyes had caught sight of him, and the Khajiit’s muzzle wrinkled in the barest hint of a scowl. He wasn’t going to let that bastard think he was leaving because of him. He wasn’t afraid of that snooty, crooked-nose pompous fuck. J’hasi quietly made his way towards the other students, slipping in next to Brelyna, getting a brief, mildly-surprised glance from her before she returned her attention to the new mer up front.
Ancano’s Fucking Bitch Fit – Ancano/Icarus/J’hasi
brothersofthedominion:
The Altmer was barely able to get “I am well aware,” from his lips before he was interrupted by the muffled yet loud Altmeris coming from his subordinates room.
<“Godsdammit Aldaril , how many times do I have to day this before it gets through your skull?! Quit stealing my razor blades! Go get your own!”>
<“Keep it down, the hell are you going on about? I don’t have them.”>
<“The hell is that in your hand then?”>
… …
<“Oh for fucks sake, Icarus, I ran out! You buy these things a septim a dozen– one missing razor blade is not going to kill you!”>
<“So take your lazy arse to the wench uptown and go buy some, you half-witted glan’nt! Stop stealing mine, or I am going to stab you!”>
Ancano inhaled deeply, one hand pinching his brows, and the other lifting a finger at the khajiit while mouthing the words, ‘stay right there.’ The Thalmor agent briskly made his way to the door, kicking it open before storming in on his subordinates.
<“By the Gods,old man, do you mind?! We’ll be ready in fi–MMPHMMRPHHMRPH?!”>
<“Don’t say I didn’t war-…”>
Ancano emerged from the room, brushing icy residue from his hands, before slamming the door closed. He approached the khajiit once more, “Tolfdir is still in Saarthal, is he? I shall be expecting a full report from him when he returns.”
J’hasi took the chance to move closer to the door, refusing to let this old Thalmor bastard block the way to the exit again, his arms folded across his chest with a slight scowl lingering on his face. When the Altmer returned, the Khajiit’s tail swished sharply behind him, ears flicked back under his hood.
“Why does this matter to you anyways? You’re just making sure that the short one doesn’t burn down the town while he’s here, aren’t you?” While he knew full well that couldn’t be the only reason these bastards were here, he had to play dumb. Maybe he’d get lucky and get a hint of their motives, or at least a scent of deceit. He couldn’t be too careful, and Faralda’s warning was still very fresh in his mind yet. They were up to something.
Granted, the Thalmor always were, but if the Khajiit was going to be here for any length of time, he needed to know and he needed to know now.
Not a Free Healer- Alabyn/Jhasi
forgottenchampions:
The mer stared the khajiit deadpan in the face as the profanities were hurled at him. That was fine- two could play that game. <”Hold still and th-this wouldn’t be a p-p-problem.”> He responded rather curtly in surprisingly fluent Dunmeris. He exhaled, blonde strands of hair flew out of his face, before going back to the artery. He was nearly finished patching up the tissue before the khajiit jerked forward, undoing most of his work.
<“D-dammit, hold st-still y-y-you’re reopeni–”> Alabyn gritted his teeth, having enough difficulty patching up the small but potentially lethal cut in his shoulder. He stretched his lips thin and his eyes rolled as the khajiit spat out another set of obscenities. Seeing he was going to get nowhere with his… ‘patient,’ the mer clutched his shoulder to the chair– enough was enough. His cold blue eyes shot daggers at the khajiit.
<“Alright you.”> The mer raised his voice. <”For th-the record you have an-an open arter-uh-… artery. You c-c-can either bleed out or y-uh-.. you can hold still and– an-an-and let me do my godsd-damned job.”>
J’hasi’s face twisted into a snarl, a bit of panic rising when he was pinned in place, but flicking his ears back at the mer’s reprimand. He was going to throw up, he just knew it, everything was just… And he was getting cold… Where was…? The Khajiit’s teeth chattered in pain and shock before he hissed quietly.
“<Wh-who th’fuck are you?>” he snapped, shuddering as another wave of nausea washed over him, gagging a little but keeping the contents of his stomach down for now. He was wavering between pain and awareness versus weakness and unconsciousness and he wasn’t appreciating it with a stranger holding him down with their fingers buried two knuckles deep into his shoulder. J’hasi squeezed his eyes shut, teeth bared in a silent hiss. He wasn’t too keen on dying just yet, he still had a cure to find, but by the Hist this fetcher was not gentle in the least.
[When you wanna write your main but a side chara keeps stealin all yo attention.]
Ancano’s Fucking Bitch Fit – Ancano/Icarus/J’hasi
brothersofthedominion:
<“Brother, get up.”>
<“Nngh– Fuck off, Aldaril.”><“I’m not about to get chewed out by Ancano because you won’t get your lazy arse out of bed. Now get up.”>
<“Oh sweet magn- just five more minutes, brother. Please.”>
<“You said that five minutes ago. Don’t make me go to stage two, Icarus.”>
<“Oh, fuck off already.”>
<”You were warned.”>
… … …
<”ALDARIL! GET YOUR FAT ARSE OFF ME, YOU SLECK!”>
<“Are you going to get up now?”>
<“ALDARIL I AM GOING TO FUCKING ZAP YOU! I SWEAR TO AURI-EL, I CAN’T BREATHE! GET THE FUCK OFF ME RIGHT—”>Leaning on the other side of the door was the groggy and already agitated Ancano. It was hardly ten minutes into the morning and already his subordinates were like a drill to his skull. Without a second to waste, the adviser slammed his fist onto the closed door, both mer inside let out a yelp. “Keep it down in there and get ready.”Ancano barked. Listening to the skuttling on the other side, he exhaled through his nose, fingers pressed firmly against the bridge of his nose. The sound of creaking near by caught the older mers attention, amber eyes shot up to see the black khajiit from before emerging from his dorm room. His brows lifted, ignoring his subordinates and making a beeline for the Khajiit.
“You there.” He sharply addressed for the khajiits attention. “I have questions for you.” He moved himself in front of the khajjit to where he could not be ignored. “You were in Saarthal yesterday, yes? It has come to my attention that something was found there…”
Having an Altmeris accent snap at him right away in the morning brought back the Khajiit’s old instinct to arm himself, his hand going for the dagger that was on his belt.
Usually.
J’hasi hissed, jerking his hand up to his stomach to cover the movement, looking up to see that Thalmor fuck, the older one with the white hair and nasally speech that ground on his nerves. His jaw clenched, with the approaching full moon his temper was more difficult to stuff down and appear less threatening. The scowl, however, couldn’t be helped. He didn’t appreciate being ordered around like a dog, much less being forced to participate in a conversation he did not want to have, with a Thalmor no less. The Khajiit’s ears flicked back, brows furrowed as his tail swished behind him.
“Yes, we did. I informed the Arch-Mage yesterday.” he stated thinly through bared teeth, unblinking eyes glaring at the elder Altmer like gleaming daggers.
His claws were just itching to dig into that piss-pale skin of his throat…
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