A Hard Thing Not to Miss [Hyaril and Risaamion]

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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 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]

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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 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]

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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.

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.”

Scamping in the woods (Hyaril and Molte)

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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.

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.

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((Dude i miss hyaril so badly

//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.

A Hard Thing Not to Miss [Hyaril and Risaamion]

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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…

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.

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Hyaril and Molte

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“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?”

But Molte wanted to make him try! To him, nothing was more fun than climbing.

“That was almost like a demand,” Molte stated to the question about his family and tilted his head. “You always demand everyone you meet about their family?”

Molte was deliberately being difficult now. The Altmer was funny, now that he could figure him out a little bit more.

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

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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’.

“But it’s really easy! You just grab a branch and pull yourself up and get a foothold,” Molte babbled as he descended down the tree. He halted at the lowest branch which was on the same height as Hyaril’s head, straddling the piece of wood.

“Well, I’m here?”

“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

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“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.

Molte tilted his head. Interested in getting to know… him? The Bosmer relaxed his posture a bit, swinging his legs back and forth slightly.

“Well, you’re talking pretty fine from down there? Or then you could come up here.”

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’.