[Why are most instances of my noodle being cute in places I can’t actually get a pic of?? I WANT TO SHOW YOU GUYS ;A;]
[TFW you wanna spout random headcanons (some of the slightly NSFW kind) but not having any real format for them so you’re just sitting there like
[Some quick thumbnails of J’hasi’s guardian and A+ parent]
Dalamus simply gave an amused smirk and crossed his arms.
“<Do I win a prize if I guess correctly? I am going to say it has something to do with my diet of bandits and subjectively ‘cute’ animals.>”
The Khajiit’s hackles rose, pupils narrowing even further.
“<Because you’d waste time chasing after more dangerous prey than say, snacking on a neighbor unawares? I know all too well how your kind feeds.>” he hissed.
[In other news, I still love how the Khajiit’s ears tell you your relationship with NPCs and how fucking in-character the guard disposition is.]
Guilt- Aldaril/Jhasi
brothersofthedominion:
The soldier lifted his head just enough to see that it was the Khajiit from Icarus’ classes, but slowly lowered his head back down.
Aldaril clenched the neck of the bottle before he took another long swig. Gods no, he did not want to answer that question. His breathing shuddered as he took a moment to figure out how to explain to the Khajiit that he had destroyed a family earlier that day.
“Just a-… Just another rough day at– at work.”
Aldarils eyes rolled back to the khajiit, “It was J’hasi, wasn’ it? Yer… yer in my- uh, my brothers classes, yeah?” He took another gulp from the bottle. “M’sorry you gotta deal with all of that… He-… He used to not be like tha’, I dunno what happened to ‘im.” He slammed the bottle onto the pelt covering most of the floor. “The hell am I sayin’? ‘Course I know what happened to ‘im. Th-this godsdamned job happened to ‘im, thats what.” He lifted his hand to his face, fingers pressing firmly against his brows, “But hey, tha’s my fault right? I’m th’ only reason he’s here after all.”
He shook his head, looking at the empty bottle in his hand “I jus’ wanted to keep m’ family safe, y’know? Not murderin’ sh- civilians over petty religious politics.”
A ‘rough day at work’? That sure was a hell of a way of putting it. Now that he was closer to the source, J’hasi could smell other scents mixed with the blood, unfamiliar, but he could smell fear, the whelp… The Khajiit jumped at the bottle hitting the floor, tail puffing behind him. He slowly relaxed as the mer kept talking, ears pulling back a little as he listened.
He wasn’t sure if getting closer was a good idea or not, but it seemed that Aldaril was more of an upset drunk than a violent one. The Khajiit slowly sat down on the floor near the end of the bed, thinking over what he was going to say before he said it, keeping some distance in case he was wrong and Aldaril was in fact a violent drunk.
“M’pretty sure anyone who goes into any sort of organized force has similar intentions, and those higher up the chain wouldn’t say anything to the contrary. Anything to get bodies in the army and swords in their hands.” Granted, his reason for joining the Blades was very different. The Emperor got him out of prison solely to use him to consolidate power in a province he couldn’t take by force, and if he refused to do what he was told…
J’hasi shook his head. Focus. He could get some information here. Maybe even something useful to use against the Thalmor stalking the students and staff. Even if Aldaril hadn’t really bothered anyone here, maybe…something to use against his brother or his superior. Anything. He swallowed, then tried to appear more at ease, pulling his knees up to his chest and folding his arms over them.
“You really can’t blame yourself for choices he makes. They’re his own. I don’t see you pushing him when he runs off to do something stupid.”
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DEFENSIVENESS:
arms crossed on chest // crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip wrinkling muzzle // baring of teeth
REFLECTIVE:
hand-to-face gestures // head tilted // stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off — cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to the bridge of the nose (stressed) // pursed lips // knitted brows // nail biting
SUSPICION:
arms crossed // sideways glance (if unsure yet) // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon // brows raising // brows knitted together // lips pressing into a thin line // strict, unwavering eye contact (if intimidating them) // wrinkling of nose // eyes narrowed
OPENNESS & COOPERATION:
open hands // upper body in sprinters position // sitting on the edge of a chair // hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat // tilted head // slacked shoulders // droopy posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward
CONFIDENCE:
hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin // rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact // chest puffed up/shoulders back // arms folded just above navel // hands on hips
INSECURITY & ANXIETY:
chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb rubbing fingers over hands/other fingers // biting fingernails // hands in pockets // elbow bent/closed gestures // clearing throat // “whew” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair/with clothing // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands // playing with hair // swaying // playing with pointer/marker // smacking lips // sighing // rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically
FRUSTRATION:
short breaths tightly-controlled breaths // “tsk” sounds // tightly-clenched hands // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // running hand through hair // rubbing back of neck // snarling // revealing teeth/grimacing // sharp-eyed glowers with notable tension in the brows // shoulders back, head up – defensive posturing // clenching of jaw/grinding teeth // nostrils flaring // heavy exhales (danger sign)
boarchasers:
‘Aye, he likes to keep his job and his personal life separate. He didn’t mean anything by it. Probably.’
Either Haaki didn’t realise he was flagrantly breaking Trond’s rule of not mixing personal and professional life, or, as was more likely, he didn’t care. He watched the last guardsman hurry around the corner with idle interest.
‘And no. No, he doesn’t. So I take it you must’ve seen him in a, uh… professional capacity, then?’ He grinned. ‘Don’t worry. Me and Trond are… very different. I’m not going to haul you up to Dragonsreach or anything.’
The Khajiit grinned.
“Well good, I’m not sure you’d be up for the challenge. I prefer to make my arrests interesting for the guard, keep ‘em on their toes.” he teased, the tip of his tail curling in amusement.
“He hasn’t put me in shackles or anything, no. I think he’s just trying to find a crime to pin on me that doesn’t require much paperwork after the arrest. Or confiscating ‘stolen goods’ of the sweet and sugary sort.”
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