New Series! The Assassin slight announcement! (Read)
Hello Anons! I am happy to announce a new series of mine to Skyrim's archives! These are going to be random drabbles from a wide range of NPCs and DBs, all prompted by a RP generator! For all my The Assassin fans I am sorry for the delay, I am being hit by a mega butt load of writers block and laziness. Enjoy!
Pairing: Khajiit DB/ Drakion (My first DB) x Nord/ Uthgerd (my wife)
RP says= Uthgerd drawing Drakion
Goals: Get one of these out about every three days
Song: none
The soft scratching of charcoal on parchment reached Drakion's sharply pointed ears. Glancing over at her wife she tried to see what the nord were doing so intently. Uthgerd glanced up, hiding the paper from the young khajiit's curious eyes.
"What are you doing?" Drakion inquired in a surprisingly smooth voice, lacking the rasping that most of her kind seemed to have. Trying once again unsuccessfully to see the covered scroll. Uthgerd shook her head, smiling slightly at the inquisitive dragonborn's antics, as she craned her furry neck to look over her steel covered shoulder.
Frowning slightly, Drakion gave her best pouty face, her eyes starting to water, causing the green eyes to shine slightly. Uthgerd raised her eyebrows, crossing her arms across her well muscled chest, parchment faced away from the Feline-Women.
Drakion sighed reluctantly, eyes clearing of any trace of tears immediately. The dragonborn scowled heavily, before wandering outside to, in all likelihood, murder the annoying self-centered redguard that liked to boast about his over exaggerated position. Uthgerd had to wonder how he always seemed to return to Whiterun, after he was supposedly taken care of.
Turning back to the rough drawing she added a long curling tail and pointed ears. Smiling at it lightly, she stood up and climbed the stairs slowly, looking at the trophies her wife had hung on the over stocked wall. Crossing the short hall, she carefully placed the sketch under the blankets where she was sure it would be found.
Climbing into bed beside it she pulled a framed painting of them at their wedding out of the nightstand. Drakion wore fine orcish armour, a ebony axe strapped on her back. While she herself wore her polished, but still dented; steel plate, greatsword proudly guarding her from behind. They looked quite the odd couple, but they also fit together perfectly.
Gently returning the painting, she closed her eyes. Listening intently, she heard the wooden door squeak open, knowing it was Drakion, Uthgerd smiled and turned on her side. Floating into blissful sleep.