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Post by GRACEY RAVEN-MANE . on Sept 30, 2012 22:26:45 GMT -8
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[atrb=border,0,true]with the sound of her malett hitting against the hot steel, he blew a piece of her long, raven hair out of her face. not matter how hard she tried, no matter how tight she made her braid, that one piece of hair always manage to wiggle it's way out of his shackles and into her face. it was most inconvenient, to say the least, for a woman who worked with scaulding hot metal all day. it was obvious enough that she wished to cut it all off, but her father begged her not to, stating that hair like hers was to be cherished. because she loved her father so dearly, she did as he wished, growing it out and noticiing how much other woman seemed to fawn over it. t'was a shame that gracey didn't care for any of that sort of thing. she never kept up with the latest fashion trends, never knew who the richest man in whiterun was. that was for all of the other women to worry about. all gracey raven-mane was worried about what making her orders on time and producing the finest steel. other than that, everything just seem trivial.
rolling her sleeves up, she stood straight and pushed the piece of hair behind her ear before wiping off the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. promptly after, she wiped it off on her apron before leaning back over and hitting the malette against the steel once more.
because the rebellion, gracey and her father had been given an order that seemed to be greater than what they could produce. she had explained to them that she didn't know if she would be able to make their demands on time, but explained that she would try her damndest to do so. she would do anything to help out the rebellion, seeing as she was stormcloak, herself. she believed that skyrim belonged to the nords and that they should be able to worship whomever they chose to, even if he was a man.
it was mostly herself that did most of the forging now-a-days, what with her father's old bones not what they used to be. gracey didn't mind and was more than happy to take on the load, if only because it would igve her something to do. she didn't know why she loved smothing so much, but she didn't exactly care.
the day at the shop was slow, which was good for her, seeing as she needed to fill an order for Ulfric Stormcloak himself. Nevertheless, she was over the hot flame all day, even in the blistering heat of the weather, so carried on and did her work to the fullest. Her father had come out and helped with a few swords, but he soon felt his old bones weighing on him and gracey demanded that he go in and rest for the night.
getting darker was the sky as she finished of the last sword of the day; a wave of accomplishment washed over her as she climbed off the grindstone and wiped her forehead once more, "finally." she breathed out before she inspected the metal. it wouldn't be long before she owuld be closing up shop.
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Post by RUNAR WAR-ANVIL . on Oct 2, 2012 8:14:26 GMT -8
 misery loves company , okay so this is crap, but they'll get better, i sweaaar! [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 390px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;]riverwood was always a quiet place to runar; there weren't many people in the town to begin with, but the ones that were did their best to be respectful, even if you didn't look like you deserved it. for runar, he mainly came through the town for business-matters, but he'd occasionally visit a few of his friends in the inn whenever there wasn't enough work for him and his uncle to do. today was a business trip, however, runar having left around noon to travel to the town on foot, the crafted items he had to deliver on his back. the weight was better than most of his foot deliveries, only carrying a few simple swords and a light-weighted shield. even with the burden being lessoned than his usual, runar was feeling the heat of the sun by the time he reached riverwood's familiar atmosphere, and it took quite a bit of willpower to keep his shirt on underneath his blacksmithing apron. nonetheless, he trucked forward, making his way to the blacksmith who lived in the town.
after the transaction, and runar was given the agreed septims that the man and his uncle had agreed on, he stayed long enough to sip at a bottle of ale and hear some of the stories that his son had come back from his adventures with. unfortunately, it only made runar a little envious of the man's freedom, but he didn't let it seep into his expressions, or his voice whenever he'd ask to hear more. when the stories were finished, and the ale was running to the bottom of the bottle, runar took a glance outside the only window in the blacksmith's home, and his eyebrows lifted into his hairline at the sight of where the sun was. it would be starting to set within the next few hours, and if he didn't get back to whiterun before his uncle did his last look around for him, he'd have some very difficult explaining to do as to why he took so long.
saying his farewells, he pulled the sack onto his back once again, the weight-less bag feeling much better on his back. he returned to whiterun a little quicker than it took for him to walk to riverwood, probably because of the less weight, but he still didn't beat the sunset. it was just starting to dip over the horizon when he entered the city's front gate, casting orange and reddish light among the buildings that lined up towards whiterun's marketplace. but there was one sound that made the smile come to his lips widen, and that was one of the familiar sound of a mallet against steel. following its noise, runar rounded to see gracey, his childhood friend, and the only woman he's ever really stuck around.
"finally what?" he asked, flashing her a smirk as he shifted to lean against the post to the awning hanging over their heads. "is ulfric overworking you again?" he chuckled, arching a brow in question after his eyes had noticed the fresh swords that hadn't been crafted before he'd left. "i thought i told you i was always around the corner if you needed help, hm?" playfully nudging his friend after pushing off the post, he shifted to inspect the swords that had already finished hardening into place. running his index finger along the blade of one of them, he pursed his lips together, as though he weren't expecting to be impressed by their quality. naturally, he was, considering he'd seen gracey's blacksmithing first hand, but that didn't mean he couldn't poke fun at her for the only thing in the world that she took so seriously.
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Post by GRACEY RAVEN-MANE . on Oct 5, 2012 19:32:37 GMT -8
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[atrb=border,0,true]gracey had only ever been out of the walls of whiterun once or twice in her life and that was only because she needed to man a third or fourth horse. otherwise her father wouldn't allow her outside of the safety of riften; he told her she was far too fragile and delicate for her to manage herself outside on the paths of skyrim. on many accounts, the infuriated her. it was almost like her father was performing a double standard; when gracey had been born, her father had hoped for a boy (just like every other parent in this day and age) but out came gracey - a girl. for many early years of her life, her father raised her as if she were a boy, teaching her to fend for herself, tan leather and forge metal. but now that she was older, he was almost becoming overwhelmingly protective. she didn't know whether or not it was because she was of age to marry or maybe it was just her physical appearance that she was growing into herself as a woman. either way, she was losing more and more freedom when it came to doing what she wanted and eventually she was going to snap.
all of that anger and frustration usually was put into the hammer that she was wielding and then transferred over to the steel that the mallet made contact with. however, lately it was getting harder and harder to keep that anger locked inside and it scared her. her father was the most important person in her life and she never wanted to get angry or upset with him, especially after everything he did for her. he raised her and made her the woman she was today; naturally he was going to protective, he was her father after all, and she loved him dearly. sure, they had their arguments along the way, but nothing ever too serious.
as she inspected the last sword she had made for the day, she felt a sense of major accomplishment wash over her. finally, she could stop stressing for a while before ulfric's minions came back and told her she needed to make another load. the stormcloak army was growing every day, which meant more work for gracey and all of the other blacksmiths in skyrim.
hearing a familiar voice, she lifted her head and found herself looking at a very familiar and friendly face. immediately, she smiled wider and shrugged softly, "ah, well. you know me, i prefer to do things by myself." she explained before she added, "besides," she started as she threw the last sword into the pile of finished ones, "you had that important transaction out in riverwood." she reminded him before she put her hands on her hips and looked up at him, "by the way, you're back late." she observed before she gave him a soft smirk and walked right up to him. already, she could smell the ale on his breath and her smirk grew, "honey-brew. not the best choice but i guess it does the job." she teased before he asked if she was hungry. honestly, she had been so busy that she had forgot to eat all day and it only dawned on her now just how hungry she actually was, "Yeah, I am. You buying?" she asked as she walked by him, gently smacking him on the chest before she made her way to the bannered mare.
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Post by RUNAR WAR-ANVIL . on Oct 8, 2012 18:24:40 GMT -8
misery loves company , hope this is okaaaay c: [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 390px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;]"well isn't that the truth?" runar instantly responded to her almost admittance of her stubbornness. runar couldn't even keep up with the woman, and he'd known her his entire life. but that was one of the things that made him feel drawn to her; she didn't give in just because someone challenged her, no matter their size. when she pointed out that he was late, runar's smirk turned boyish, and he knew that as soon as she approached him, he wouldn't be able to hide the fact that he'd dipped into the bottle with the old man again. a small chuckle escaped his lips, and he simply shrugged his shoulders in a hopeless gesture, seeing no point in trying to argue with his childhood friend when he knew that she knew she was right.
he didn't get a chance to respond to her question before she'd smacked him lightly on the chest and continued on towards the inn. a grin pulled at the corners of his lips, and he pushed off the beam with ease, catching up to gracey's stride effortlessly. "of course," he answered her finally, falling into step beside her. "and what's wrong with honey-brew? for it being free, i can't seem to come up with any complaints." playfully, he nudged her gently, returning his eyes forward to make sure he didn't walk into anything, or anyone. "and if you'd waited until i'd come back, you know i would've helped if you asked." his grin dimmed into a genuine smile, but he kept his eyes forward still, knowing that his smile would be enough to let her know he was serious. unfortunately, bringing up work made a frown slowly form over his smile. "has my uncle been asking about where i've been?" he asked slowly, wondering if that was why gracey had implied so quickly about the time it'd taken him to get back.
even if his uncle had been asking, runar knew that since he was within whierun's walls now, there wouldn't be any issue, despite the fact that he hadn't been home to check in. someone who'd seen him come through the front gate would be able to tell his uncle that he was safe without a scratch on him if he was that worried. so, instead of fretting about it for long, he let it roll off his shoulders, and skipped a step on the stairs to the bannered mare in order to reach for the handle of the door before gracey had a chance to grab it herself. holding it open for her, he smirked in triumph and followed her inside, letting the door close with a small clunk behind him.
"what do you want?" he asked in a questionable tone, glancing from her to his pocket, unwinding the string around his coin purse in order to pull out the septims he'd need for their meals. naturally, people always thought runar's generosity towards gracey was because she used him, considering they were nothing but friends, but that wasn't the case at all. runar doubted on her, as most put it, because he wanted to, and there was no one else in his life that he had available to be generous like this to. plus, he felt responsible for her; buying her dinner and a few drinks didn't really put a dent in his pouch. |
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Post by GRACEY RAVEN-MANE . on Oct 13, 2012 0:31:59 GMT -8
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[style=width:250px; height:40px; font-family: times; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing:2px; background-color:#transparent;]I'VE COME TO BELIEVE MY SOUL'S ON THE OTHER SIDE, ALL THE LITLE PIECES FALLING, SHATTER...
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[/div] tagged: runar/ six words: [/color] 485[/color][/div] his response to her, basically admitting that she was stubborn and preferred to do things her own way, caused her to emit a soft shrug, "had to realize sooner or later. i think it dawned on me that one time you helped me and i re-did all of what you had done." she explained before she paused, realizing that sounded harsh, "not that yours weren't good it just wasn't done the way i like it...because i'm a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to my smithing...but you knew that." gracey could hardly stop herself from rambling before he asked her whether or not she was hungry. she was just grateful he had changed the subject before she found herself trying to carry on with her ramblings. gracey never let her mouth run off without her brain all that often, only if she was nervous or intimidated, which was rare. being so bubbly and head strong, she never let her mind get the best of her.
as the two of them walked towards the bannered mare, she looked over at runar every once in a while, flashing him a friendly smile at they spoke and strolled, "nothing. it's just...don't you think it tastes a bit watered down? lately, at least." she explained before he admitted to her that the ale he had been given was actually free, "oh, then take back my previous statement. anything free is delicious." she replied and giggled softly, knowing that it was true for almost anyone in skyrim.
it took her by surprise when he spoke of helping her at the forge again, her head lifting up to look at him before she nodded, "i know you would have." she explained before running a hand through the ends of her hair, "honestly i think you are the only person i'd accept help from." she stated as the reached the entrance of the bannered mare. watching runar open the door for her, she rolled her eyes at him and walked in. when he asked about his uncle, she shrugged, "if he had asked me, i probably ignored him. you know how i get when i have a big order to fill." she admitted.
how gracey got when she was at the forge was ridiculous. she almost went into some sort of blind rage but it wasn't rage it was just pure concentration. she was like one of those dwarven machines everyone spoke of, working all day and not stopping, not even to drink or use the pot.
walking up to the bar, she answered the bartender the question that runar had asked her, "i'd like a black-briar ale as well as a bowl of rabbit stew, please." she explained before she pointed to the man beside her, "he'll be the one paying this evening." she explained before she turned her head to her fellow nord, giving him a cheeky grin as she awaited his order. notes: omg it's so short. i'm so sorry. ):. [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by RUNAR WAR-ANVIL . on Oct 22, 2012 5:36:34 GMT -8
misery loves company , they keep getting shorterrrr. gawd. [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 390px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;]"i like to think that you let me help you because i'm good company.. even if you end up re-doing it all after i go home." runar smirked in response. despite his response, he did enjoy the fact that he was one of the only people who she'd accept help from when it came to something as serious to her as blacksmithing. it was no secret to anyone in whiterun, especially runar, that gracey took her profession extremely serious, and if it wasn't perfect, it didn't leave her shop until she was satisfied. but that's what made her such a good blacksmith. those that would wave off a bit of uneven iron in the blade wouldn't care, and sell it anyway- gracey wouldn't. "and don't roll your eyes at me, lass. someone has to show you what mannerisms are." runar fakely scolded about her rolling her eyes at him opening the door for her. he was soon chuckling it off, knowing that gracey would never truly understood why he was like around her, of all people. but even with her strong-will, runar was more determined to be a gentlemen.
simply nodding his head at her explanation about his uncle, runar didn't take it to heart. he was sure that if his uncle had come over to question about runar's whereabouts, he wouldn't have taken any offence to it either. so, instead of responding, runar just made a mental note to grab his uncle something to drink before he made his way back home. call it a small peace-offering for the sake of putting his uncle through possible worries about where he could be. luckily, the only things he really spent his septims on were food, despite the shares he gave to his uncle for his hospitality and to keep the forge up and running.
runar was quiet while gracey ordered what she wanted, and the second she pointed towards him, he couldn't resist the grin that had started to break out at the corners of his lips. shaking his head, a small chuckle escaping under his breath, he turned his attention to the woman with his same grin. "make that three black-briar ales, seared slaughterfish, and.." pursing his lips in thought, runar slowly nodded his head, deciding in his head what else he wanted. "a sweet roll. thank you." counting within his head, runar lifted up his coin purse and counted out the septims, leaving a few extra pieces in there as a tip. sliding the coins over the bar, he flashed the inn keep another smile before tucking his purse away, his attention slowly turning towards gracey once again.
"where does her highness wish to sit tonight?" he questioned in a very formal voice, almost short of bowing to play along with his charade, but the effort was a little too high at that point in time. "we could eat here, or there's a table free in the corner, across from our usual." |
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Post by GRACEY RAVEN-MANE . on Nov 1, 2012 15:07:35 GMT -8
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[style=width:250px; height:40px; font-family: times; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing:2px; background-color:#transparent;]I'VE COME TO BELIEVE MY SOUL'S ON THE OTHER SIDE, ALL THE LITLE PIECES FALLING, SHATTER...
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[/div] tagged: runar/ six words: [/color] 467[/color][/div] when it came down to herself and runar's relationship, it was moreso a sibling rivlary rather than anything else. having grown up with one another, they treated each other with the utmost respect but at the same time were always teasing one another. it was just how they were with each other and they both knew that they were only joking and that there were no hard feelings between the two of them. not many people understood their relationship and gracey could tell that many of the women were questioning whether or not their relationship was romantic. it was somewhat amusing to her, noticing these people trying to figure out their relationship. at times, gracey just wanted to give them an answrer, that they weren't together and possibly never would be, but at the same time she kind of liked knowing that people thought they were together. she knew of the women of whiterun had their eye on him, waiting for him to start looking for someone to settle down with. gracey knew runar, he wouldn't want to settle down for a very long time.
hearing his words, she ooked at him and nodded, "of course i think you're good company." she explained before she ran a hand through her long, raven hair and smiled softly, "you just don't do things the way i like, that's all." she teased before the two of them walked into the bannered mare, with runar holding the door open for her, "my apologies." she started before adding, "thank you oh kind runar." she explained before she walked in and headed right towards the bar. she was quiet excited to just calm down and have a night to relax. after she had ordered her mead and rabbit stew, she heard him order an extra two glasses of mead before she turned towards him, "three?" she asked, "are we expecting someone else?" she asked before she realized that she would be most upset if there was, in fact, someone else coming to join them. she much prefered spending her time alone with runar.
looking around the inn, she shrugged before seeing their usual table was taken, "how about that one in the corner? you know how i don't like crowds." she explained before she headed towards it with her mead and stew in hand, "plus, it makes it easier for us to gossip." she joked before she walked over to the table, set down her mead and stew and sat down, "so, how was your trip to riverwood, anyway? i haven't been there in so long." she stated. plenty of times, she had wanted to ask runar to take her with him to his deliveries, but she knew that her father would never allow it. he much prefered her safe behind the walls of whiterun and gracey respected that, as much as she disliked it. notes: omg it's so short. i'm so sorry. ):. [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by RUNAR WAR-ANVIL . on Nov 6, 2012 16:57:52 GMT -8
 SCARING MYSELF WITH MY THOUGHTS THINKING ABOUT YOU A LOT tagged gracey, with 635 words, wearing this. they're so coooooooot c:
[STYLE=background-color:#191919; width:325px; height: 350px; overflow: auto; font-family:Arial; color:#aaaaaa; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; font-size:10px; opacity: .8; padding: 10 10 10 10px;]naturally, whenever someone started gossiping about runar and gracey around the small city, runar never clued in. he didn't have any idea that any of the women were interested in the fact that he'd yet to find his other half, and were potentially keeping their eyes on him. that most likely had to do with the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off gracey, but even then, he didn't notice any of the rumors that sprang up here and there about them. whenever asked, he always replied with the same confused look and tone about it, simply because he had no idea if they were asking because gracey might've lead on to something, or if it was just their own curiosity. but, because he didn't want to chance messing anything up with his best friend, he didn't ask her about it, and instead remained quiet. after all, he was confused about women enough as it was- he didn't need to make things any more conflicted in his head.
when gracey explained as to why he was purchasing an extra drink, he arched a brow, a little confused and put off by the sudden change. nonetheless, he let a smile work over his features anyway. "i was going to drink it after i finished this one, probably on the way back home. why? am i not allowed to indulge after a long day of walking, my lady?" runar responded in a joking tone, hoping he'd silenced any of her worries. he'd never do something like that to gracey- or anyone else for that matter. surprise drop-ins were something different, and unexpected on his end as well, so sometimes they couldn't be prevented. but he'd never deliberately invite someone else to a place he was going to be spending time with someone else unless they were alright with it ahead of time.
grabbing his plate, and hooking his free hand's fingers around his tankard's handles, runar followed gracey to the vacant table in the corner. he didn't mind being closer to the wall, and away from the fire; it meant that he didn't have to listen to mikael's awful noise, and he'd actually be able to concentrate on his conversation with gracey instead. setting his tankards down first, his plate came second, and he seated himself. getting comfortable, he slouched a bit in his chair, glad to let his feet finally rest. walking was his main source of exercise, whenever he wasn't slaving over the hot coals of the forge, so he didn't have much to complain about; it just felt nice to relax in a warm atmosphere. "it was good," he started, pausing for a moment to lift a small cut piece of his slaughterfish to his mouth. chewing and swallowing, he continued, though his eyes remained focused on the pieces he was cutting. "the only thing you're missing is sven's usual romance-ing over carmilla. oh- wait, there was something about a golden claw going missing from her brother's shop, too. but that's all Kardic mentioned about the town. the rest was all adventure tales.."
holding back a sigh of that envious feeling again, something that seemed to flare up whenever he talked or thought about the people he knew that were allowed to go out and explore, runar lifted another piece of meat to his mouth instead. washing it down with a sip from the closest of his drinks, he lifted his gaze to gracey across the table. "maybe my uncle can convince your father to let you travel on a run with me. you're going to start going stir crazy if you don't get away from that forge, and this inn, soon. can't have my only best friend losing the last pieces of sanity she has left, now can i?"
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Post by GRACEY RAVEN-MANE . on Nov 7, 2012 21:06:22 GMT -8
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[/div] tagged: runar/ six words: [/color] 601[/color][/div] it had been a while since herself and runar actually got to sit down and catch up. lately both of them seemed too busy to even think about the other, let alone getting together for a drink. what with gracey getting new orders from ulfric every day, and runar having to tracel every once in a while, their schedules rarely ever synced up to their benefit. so, now that gracey had the time to sit down and actually catch up with her best friend, she felt relaxed and calm - much different from the flustered, frustrated woman who was usually at the forge now a days. her father would repeatedly tell her to slow down and she would snap at him, saying that she couldn't and that the men needed her weapons. every time afterwards she would go up to her father and apologize for her behavior, but sometimes she couldn't control her emotions. she was a strong woman with a big personality and sometimes it was difficult to keep in check, especially now with the war and everything else. gracey was having a difficult time keeping up with the demands, plus whatever her usual customers were in need of.
after she had asked as to why he needed two meads, she realized it sounded interrogating. however, his response brought back out the sassiness as she replied to him, "i suppose it's alright." she teased, speaking as if she were the high queen herself. of course it was all out of playfulness, not really caring if he drank two or three or five, she would always be there to take him home, "best you buy me another one later two. this one isn't going to last long." she explained as she lifted her bottle from the neck and gently let it swing back and fourth between her index finger and thumb.
when they found their table and took a seat, gracey almost immediately dove into her stew, taking a couple of spoonfuls before she asked runar about the trip. his answer kept her intrigued as she slurped away to her stew and sipped at her mead. if there was one thing about gracey, it was that she did not eat like a lady; she enjoyed food and felt it should be shown appropriately. after she swallowed a spoonful of stew, she looked at him, "golden claw? you mean that weird artifact that was shaped liek a claw he kept on his counter all of the time?" she asked before she arched an eyebrow, "honestly, i think it's about time it got stolen, the way he seemed to rub it in everyone's faces." she stated before taking a sip of mead, "as for sven, i thought him and camilla were already...together?" she asked, feeling completely out of the loop.
at the mention of runar possibly trying to get his uncle to convince her father to let her go out of the city limits, gracey couldn't help but roll her eyes, "you can ask, but i highly doubt it will do anything. my father is set on me being behind these walls until i find a 'suitable husband' that can 'watch over me'." she explained before she shook her head, "sometimes i just feel like saying i'm marrying you, then he'll back off." she stated before letting out a soft laugh. at some points she had thought about it, if she thought about it, they were technically married already, just minus the romance. gracey could easily see herself living with runar, knowing that he wouldn't drive her absolutely insane, if they did. notes: this one is better. [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by RUNAR WAR-ANVIL . on Nov 10, 2012 9:41:33 GMT -8
SCARING MYSELF WITH MY THOUGHTS THINKING ABOUT YOU A LOT tagged gracey, with 710 words, wearing this. notes notes notes
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a bit a chuckle escaped runar's lips, nodding in agreement. "yeah, that stupid thing. he basically was showing it off like a trophy. should've kept it in a locked case." runar had never seen the claw, personally, because he didn't spend a lot of time in trading, or buying, unless someone needed his weapons. so wandering into lucan's shop hadn't happened very frequently. i don't know. faendal's still giving sven death glares, and they're still returning back, so i think they're still in the midst of trying to convince her who's sword's bigger." shrugging his shoulders, not really finding a bit of himself that cared for the love-triangle between the bard and the archer, runar raised his mead to his lips instead, letting the liquid wash down his last bite of fish. "i'm just waiting for someone to come in a steal camilla off her feet while they're too busy pushing and shoving each other." the only thing runar would hate about that, would be missing the fireworks as they explode before sven and faendal's eyes.
he'd been cutting another piece of meat when she'd started to reply to his proposal about trying to get her father to let her out of whiterun, even for a little. at first, he'd started laughing about thinking about gracey with a 'suitable husband', and after he had obtained enough breath, had lifted his fork to his mouth, biting off another piece of fish. it was the that his best friend had decided it was wise to open her mouth, and suggest something like marrying him to get her father off her back. instantly, he inhaled too quick, and the chunk of meat got caught a bit in his throat. coughing, he struggled for a moment with forcing it down, but it moved on rather quickly, only letting out a bit of a gagged, choked cough in response, at first. grabbing his mead, he tipped it to his lips, swallowing nearly what was in his tankard to try and sort out his thoughts.
recovering a bit late, he gave gracey a look that sort of said, 'that's crazy talk', but at the same time, there was a small hint of hopefulness melded into it. "i don't think your father would believe that," he finally responded, leaning back in his chair, attempting to gain his cool and carefree façade again. "i mean, not unless he had some sort of proof. otherwise he'd probably just think you were trying to get his claws out of you." giving her a gentle smile, he tried not to let her words echo in his head. his chest had just started to calm down from its rapid fluttering, so he knew he had to keep his calm demeanour now.
leaning forward once more, placing his weight on the table, he rested his chin in his right palm for a moment, the look on his face clearly of contemplation. "what if.. he didn't know you left? after he falls asleep, i'll come get you- we can sneak out, together. i mean, we wouldn't be able to go far, it being night and all, but you should see the tower now, after that dragon's annoyance. whatd'ya say?"
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Post by GRACEY RAVEN-MANE . on Nov 15, 2012 13:49:05 GMT -8
been looking in the mirror for so long [/color][/div] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e3233; width:250px; height:450px; padding:10px;padding-top:25px;] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e3233; width:300px; height:450px; padding:0px;]
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[/div] tagged: runar/ six words: [/color] 828[/color][/div] over the past few years, gracey's wonder and curiosity had grown to the point that she would sometimes introduce herself to visitors just to hear of their travels. she couldn't possibly count how many times she would purposefully stay at the bar in the bannered mare and wait to see if she could make friends with an adventurer. there had been a few times where gracey and the adventurer would stay up until dawn, gracey just listening and trying to imagine herself doing such things. exploring mines and caves, fighting off frostbite spiders and everything else of the like. as silly at it was to most people in whiterun, gracey yearned to feel the danger of being out in the world with only the place where you lie your head to call home. she dreamed of the life of adventure and excitement, a non orthodox life. it was she who wanted to be the adventurer in the inn, telling people her adventures and stories. at times, it was almost too much to handle. she would even start to pack a bag, until she thought of just leaving without saying anything to her father or runar. there were people here that she loved, she couldn't very well just abandon them.
that had to be the only reason that she had stayed in whiterun and didn't let her dreams come true. as badly as she wanted to be out on her own and make friends along the way, there was no denying that she would missed her friends here in whiterun. however, there was no way that she was going to let her dreams die; she would get out and she would travel - eventually.
looking at runar, she scooped up a bit of her stew before blowing on it gently and putting it in her mouth. it wasn't the best stew she had here, but it would suffice. it had been another one of those days where she was so busy with her forging that she had forgot to eat all day. so, now, anything she ate would be good enough for her. she let the stew slide down her threat as she listened to him, nodding in response before she spoke, "where did he even get that thing from?" she questioned, though she highly doubt that runar knew the answer. the guy did travel but it was only ever to riverwood or ivarsted. still, it was better than staying in the confines of the walls of whiterun. seeing his shrug, she could tell that he was pretty much just as clueless as she was, which meant that both of them were still fighting over the same woman, "what's so great about camilla anyway? all she does is help lucan run the shop, right?" she asked, not a hint of jealousy in her voice. it was just a question. she didn't understand how men found weak and dependent women attractive. letting out a soft giggle, she nodded, "i think they could posibly count that as kidnapping." she stated before she scoops another spoonful of stew into her mouth before she took a sip of her mead.
when she had mentioned the idea of her marrying him to get her father off her back, she laughed at his response, but still felt a hint of disappointment. his reaction obviously told the story of him not thinking of her in that way and, as much as gracey didn't like to admit it, she kind of hoped that he did, "are you kidding me? he thinks that we are actually together but just won't say anything. besides, i'm sure he'd love to have you as a son-in-law." she explained before giving him a smirk. a scoff soon replaced the smirk before she shook her head, "honestly, even if he knew...he'd just be glad i'm getting married to someone." she rolled her eyes and turned her head to the side, looking aimlessly in that direction before turning back to him, "he keeps telling me..." she lower her vocal chords and made her voice a bit more gruff before speaking, "''You know Gracey. I'm not gettin' any younger! I wanna see some grankids before i die!'" she shook her head before looking down at her stew, stirring her spoon around in it before lifting her head to look at runar once more.
his next words made her eyes widen; sneak out? gracey had thought about it plenty of times, but she never really had followed through with it. now, it was completely different. she would be going with a friend, so she didn't feel like she was leaving anyone behind, "we could do that..." she pondered before she put another spoonful in her mouth. swallowing she lifted her tankard to her lips, speaking before she took a sip, "it'd have to be pretty late though." she stated before putting her tankard down, "wouldn't it be past your bedtime?" she teased before grinning at him in a playful way. notes: lol awkward. [/td][/tr][/table][/center][/quote] |
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Post by RUNAR WAR-ANVIL . on Nov 21, 2012 9:06:20 GMT -8
SCARING MYSELF WITH MY THOUGHTS THINKING ABOUT YOU A LOT tagged gracey, with 635 words, wearing this. i see like, romantic star gazing ahead or some shit~
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gracey's words after his less than subtle choke warmed his heart, and quickly took away the embarrassment from his cheeks, but he didn't want to lean too much into her words. these were just her father's thoughts, not her own. "really? i guess i should be happy that your father would enjoy me marrying you. it's a lot better than him coming at me with a waraxe." chuckling, he took a sip of mead, washing down the slight tightness in his throat. "and why do you think that he thinks that we're.. you know.. together?" he asked in a bit more of a curious tone, doing his best not to seem intently interested, but he couldn't quite help it. runar would still be relatively scared of gracey's father- even as her friend, growing up, he remembers the looks he'd gotten when he was caught looking at gracey for too long.
at first, runar didn't think that gracey was going to accept his proposal. it was the first time he'd suggested something like that, and going against her father's rules was something that runar had never really ever wanted to test. but when she started to come to his level, and started to agree, a grin started to plaster over runar's lips. at her joke, he made a fake laugh at her, though it ended in a real one. "in my uncle's eyes, sure, but i never actually fall asleep when he thinks i should anyway. i normally end up cleaning up the forge, or start tanning leather to pass the time until i get tired." forking another piece of fish, he lifted it to his mouth and chewed it, able to swallow without any awkward or embarrassing interruptions. "so, instead of doing that, i'll just sneak out with you instead." smiling, he forked another piece and pulled it off into his mouth, finishing it off with a small sip of mead.
"so we're on, then? the tower looks incredible. i mean, it's mostly rubble, but it's not like anything i've seen."
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