While J’hasi initially wanted to just tell the mer to fuck off, he instead smirked at the Thalmor whelp, tail curling mischievously behind him.
“Oh, you missed out. Nords and their booze, y’know. I got the last mug.” The Khajiit grinned before tipping back his tankard, gulping down the spiced mead, bringing up his opposite hand to signal him to hold on a moment until he had drank it all down in one go. He licked his chops, smacking his lips with a satisfied huff.
“Good stuff. Real shame.”
J’hasi grinned, pushing the tankard full to the brim of mead into the Nord’s hands, the lingering tingle of enticing spice nibbling at his nose.
“I totally stole this. Enjoy.” he teased, his grin widening and eyes glinting with mirth.
For a moment, the Khajiit was quiet, an unblinking stare locked on the Dunmer’s eyes, his ears pinned back. He took a slow breath, still not breaking eye contact.
“You have no idea. How many years. It took me. To get this far.” he stated thinly, his voice low and tightly controlled. J’hasi took a sharp step forward and grabbed the mer’s collar, yanking him closer so that his face was mere inches from the Khajiit’s own, teeth bared as he spoke again, quieter and with the cutting undertone of a very real threat simmering under the surface.
“And I can just as easily snap…right back to that nature. Just. Like. That.” he hissed, snapping his fingers as his teeth clicked together, shoving the mer back and out of his space. J’hasi shoved his hands into his pockets, tail swishing behind him, eyes still staring, unblinking, pupils thin slits against brillant green.
“I am under no delusions that I am safe to be around. I’ve just had lots of practice.”
J’hasi’s tail swished sharply behind him, eyes narrowed.
“Most vampires I run into don’t deal with daedra, and honestly they were bad enough on their own. The only vampires I’ve met walking among normal people seemed to get a kick out of being a wolf among sheep, and if you don’t answer to anyone other than yourself, that’s even worse. You’re unpredictable. And I am not taking risks when you’ve got those fangs and thirst for blood, fiend.” The Khajiit’s muzzle wrinkled even more before putting a hand on the hilt of his dagger, fingers curling, resting over Elvish steel, but not drawing just yet.
“And I don’t get along with most weres, that doesn’t automatically make you better than the rest of your kind. It could be as simple as disliking competition to disagreeing with one’s hunting methods. You aren’t special. You’re just as much a slave to your nature as anyone else cursed like this.”
The Khajiit’s ears flicked back.
“If you had been captured by vampires and used as cattle and an outlet for clan frustration for weeks, only to become infected yourself and forcing you to seek out Molag Bal for a cure, would you be overly fond of vampires? Because trust me, you do not want to have an audience with Molag Bal.” J’hasi spat, canines bared.
“I have more than enough reason to hate your kind, so fuck. Off.”
The Khajiit scowled.
“Me? Turn it around and maybe you’d be right. I’m not the one living in the middle of my own larder.”
🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist
The Khajiit sighed, rubbing his face.
“I’m no good at these sort of questions…” His head dropped back, leaning on the cool stone wall he was enjoying the shade of, thinking with his eyes shut. He rubbed the back of his neck as his head dropped back down with another sigh.
“I guess…some sort of peace between people. Not just between races, but between individuals too. I just…I really hate seeing people hurt each other for stupid reasons. I’ve seen more than I care to.”
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📲- Talk about someone/something you dislike, but only pretend to like
J’hasi looked physically uncomfortable, fidgeting with the edges of his bandages over his hands.
“Um… Hist, this sounds really terrible without context… I really…really am not alright with young children ever since…” He swallowed, looking down, ears flicking back.
“I don’t mind them as much when they’re behaving and somewhat quiet, but when they screech and dart around…” The Khajiit swiped over the back of his mouth quickly, the white spots of his ears flushing a light pink.
“I’ll be kind to them and sometimes play if they wish, but…I really…do not like playing tag with them. It’s…it’s too much for my…condition…”
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👁🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike
He huffed.
“What’s the point of liking something and pretending otherwise? I like warm fireplaces, I’ll purr if I want to! I like fish and milk and that’s no ones’ business but my own!” J’hasi folded his arms crossly, ears flattened to the sides of his head.
“It’s stupid, somehow being ashamed of something that brings you happiness. Hist knows there’s little enough of it to be had in the first place, why ruin it?”
J’hasi would last as long as he wanted. Stress on the wanting part. If he doesn’t have anyone left and no way to cure people, there isn’t a whole lot going for him. He’s good at surviving, but if he’s just going to live the rest of forever by himself with no hope of anything good happening, either an end or finding someone else alive and cognitive enough to enjoy talking to, he doesn’t see much of a point.
Even if its just some kids that managed to survive, he’d adopt them in a heartbeat and get them whatever supplies they needed and teach them and yeah den mother J’hasi lmao
J’hasi frowned, cocking a brow at the stranger.
“Does day-to-day drama really tire you out that much?” Granted, he was glad that he wasn’t being grilled for a nonexistent confession, the actual thief being marched off to Dragonsreach, but did people really find watching such things entertaining?
“I…I don’t know, I laughed at a lot of stuff when I was younger before…before uh…” the Khajiit cleared his throat, shaking his head.
“Nevermind. I guess I laughed when I was happy? Or when Sees or Jeer or my friends played with me? Kids laugh a lot when they’re excited from what I’ve seen.”
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