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Post by Aaralyn Archman . on Nov 12, 2012 19:15:50 GMT -8
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 It's all in my head Save me, I'm buried alive this time TAGGED: Alek WORDS: 756
Aaralyn was curious.
Perhaps suspicious was a better word to use here.
With gentle hands she angled the ingredients around in the pan, before moving to light the stove. Alek had said he would be home late that night, so Aaralyn had eaten a late lunch and was only now making supper for them to eat. Alek had been gone a lot lately, and he always explained to her that he was hunting, going further and further away. Aaralyn…wasn’t sure about that, yet she said nothing to him. But she wasn’t sure how he could have a house like this, and seem to have money left over with just hunting. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed…odd. Yet, she hated to think that he would be hiding something from her, and tried to avoid thinking about it.
She had spent the day out gathering different things to use for the stew she was preparing, a favorite recipe of Alek's. With the hours to herself - aside from Recon of course - Aaralyn had gotten plenty of time to think. It was during those times without much of anything to do that she usually got her time to think. And as always, she had plenty to do so with. And as always, she tried to avoid thinking about what it is that her brother did in the time that he was away. She doubted it was hunting as he claimed. So Aaralyn tried to think of other things, which both good and bad thoughts. Thse ranged from her life growing up with a poor, yet loving family, to the horrors she had seen when her parents had been murdered.
She still had nightmares to that day due to that. Sometimes she woke up thrashing in bed, her body covered with a fine sheen of sweat, heart racing. Usually after she had a nightmare, she had troubles falling back asleep. Instead, Aaralyn would get dressed and escape the house via her window. Sometimes she would lay on the roof and watch the stars, or sometimes she would escape the city and take a walk through the darkened trails that led away from Riften. To get the horrible memories from her mind, Aaralyn would dream of the world beyond Riften. The only two places she had been in her life were Ivarstead, and the city they lived in currently. Not to say she wasn't happy being where her brother, because she adored him, but she yearned to see more of Tamriel. More of Skyrim, perhaps even visiting the birthplace of her ancestors. She wanted to see things, wanted to do things, she wanted to really live life. Late at night, those were her thoughts as she snuggled a blanket, not what most seventeen year old girls thought of. She wanted to experience life, to feel truly free.
What she really wanted to do was learn the ways of a mage. Aaralyn had always wanted to learn how to properly use magic. Though there was no one that she had found in Riften that would be able to do so, she thought that perhaps at the college of Winterhold they might be able to help her. The real problem was how she would get there, if she could spend any time away from her brother, and how she would live over there. All those questions kept her back here in Riften, rather than running across Skyrim to see the world, even if that’s what she really wanted to do. With a sigh, Aaralyn dropped into a chair by the counter and continued preparing the meal while the stew cooked. Almost instantly a paw rested on her thigh, alerting her to her dog’s presence. Glancing down from her spot perched on the chair, she smiled toward the brown dog, before scooting in her seat and dropping her hands to muss at his ears. “You understand, don’t you Recon?” Instantly he whined and nudged her with his nose, forcing a smile to appear on her lips. At least someone did. Alek seemed to very much like his life here in Riften. It wasn’t that Aaralyn didn’t…no, not really that, she just…would love to see the rest of what the world had to offer. But she didn’t want to tell Alek that. She didn’t want him to think she didn’t like it here, or…anything like that.
NOTES: FINALLY GOT THIS UP 
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Post by ALEKSANDER ARCHMAN . on Nov 13, 2012 14:28:57 GMT -8
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[/div] tagged: violet/ indie words: [/color] 756[/color][/div] it had been a very long day in the ratways, a day that he wished he hadn't lived to be honest. there was nothing that aleks hated more was planning, even though it was one of the most important parts of his job as a whole. standing around the cistern all day, listening to mercer, brynjolf and vex talk about their latest idea for a big hiest was highly unamusing to say the least. it was partially because he knew that he wouldn't be involved in such an exciting endevor. so why he had to be there was beyond him. he had no idea. even at the points of break, where people were able to stop for a while and eat, aleks had asked mercer as to why he was there. the older and highest ranked man in the guild gave him no response except for , we have our reasons. what reasons they were, aleks could only guess. for five or six hurs, aleks had to listen to them talk, explaining the plan over and over several times in different way. he almost wanted to just get up and leave, but he knew that it was pointless to do so, not to mention rude and he would probably be punished for it. so, aleks stood and listened, zoning in and out as often as he could before he finally heard the words he had been begging to hear for the past few hours - dismissed. aleks could have thanked all of the daedra and divines a like if he had the chance to. finally, the longest day of his life was over.
walking out of the ratway, he headed in the direction of the home that both himself and his sister shared. it was small and quiant, but comfortable t otwo young adults to be living in. both had their own room and he had even put in a little bit more money just so that aaralyn could have her own alchemy lab. he could tell that she was going to do great things with her potions and aleks wanted to support her in that. heaven forbid she end up in the same situation he was. as much as he enjoyed working for the guild, he knew that aaralyn would never be able to hold her own, if the situation came down to it. it wasn't because aleks thought her weak and useless. he just knew what kept her up at night and he figured that if she were faced with a similar situation, she would crumble into nothing. losing his sister was just not an option in his mind.
as he walked towards his home, in his mind he hoped that aaralyn was making dinner and he hoped that she wouldn't be suspicious that he didn't bring anything back from his 'hunt'. they had plenty of meat in their home, he didn't need to take the extra hour and go out to get some more. tomorrow would be the day for hunting.
opening the door, he walked in, immediately smelling something delicious coming for the kitchen. his prayers had been answered - food. closing the door behind him, he kicked off his shoes and walked into the kitchen, no bow or quiver on him. it was a little too late to go get them, seeing as she had lready seen him, but he could easily come out with a lie of some sort, "oh thank the divines you're making something to eat. i could have eaten a whole bear." he explained and chuckled, "i think my growling stomach might have scared the beasts away. no luck with the hunt today." he stated and shrugged.
he hated lying to aaralyn, but he knew it was necessary. if she knew that he had joined the guild, he didn't know how she would react but he knew it would be negatively. the poor girl had been through so much already and she was still suffering from it now. he would hear her screams whenever he was home and most of the time he would come in to soothe her. other times he would let her wake up and have her realize that he can't always be there to protect her. she seemed to handle it just fine, though, seeing as he could always hear her sneaking out of the house. he was a thief, he would be able to know when someone else was sneaking about, "so, what's for supper?" he asked, walking over to the stew pot, and looking inside. notes: terrible starting post [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Aaralyn Archman . on Nov 13, 2012 22:35:36 GMT -8
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It's all in my head Save me, I'm buried alive this time TAGGED: Alek WORDS: 702
Aaralyn became lost in thought while she sat, idly stroking the silky head of her dog. She tried to think about what she should do. She would love to expand her knowledge and understanding of Skyrim, but to do so meant leaving her comfort zone. That was the challenging part. True, she had an extensive knowledge on every possible item that could be used for alchemy, but did she really? Aaralyn simply bought the ingredients that she needed from various people. Travelers sold the odds and ends they picked up along the trail at the various shops around Riften, which was where she herself bought them. That, or when people came to their house to buy some of her potions, she would ask them to look for certain ingredients in their travels. Rarely did she ever travel further than a few hours outside of Riften. But underneath that contentment was a young woman that yearned for adventure.
Perhaps adventure wasn’t the right word. Aaralyn didn’t care about many of the things adventurers did. She didn’t need to explore caves or ruins in order to say that she had been brave enough to do so. She didn’t need to have anything named after her when she discovered it. No, all she wanted to do was to be free. To feel that wind on her face, and to know that she held her own destiny in her hands. But everything from her past kept her in check, clinging to her brother as her savior. He had been so back then, and he still was today. “Just a dream.”, she mentioned to her dog again, forced to smile when he lit up and wiggled his entire body in delight on getting her full attention. It was only moments later that she heard the door to the house open. With a glance toward the clock, she figured that it had to be her brother.
As always, Aaralyn pushed her thoughts out of her head and focused more on the current. Pushing Recon lightly away and clambering down from her perch on her chair, Aaralyn busied herself with finishing her meal up. When Alek entered the room, Aaralyn was walking toward the table with the dishes they would use in hand. She noticed the lack of equipment, but made no comment about it, figuring that he had just left it hanging by the front entry way.
While she set the table, she found herself relaxing. Alek was perhaps the only person that could light her up like she was now. She even rewarded him with some laughter. A rare occurrence for anyone but him. “Please tell me you would actually kill the bear before you ate it?” Finished with the table, Aaralyn returned back toward where he was standing. His comment about no game didn’t elicit a response right away either, but while she finished up the drink and the side salad she had made, she nodded. “That would do it. I’ll pack you a lunch next time if you want. I keep meaning to, but I forgot.”, she mentioned sheepishly.
“Stew. I took some of the fresh meat you got the other day, and tried a few different ingredients I bought today.” Aaralyn met him by the pot of stew and glanced inside herself, dark brown eyes looking at the different items that were mixed together. It sure smelled good, but they would have to see how it tasted. “Should be done by now, do you want to bring it over to the table?” Aaralyn stretched to reach the pot holders that were hanging from the wall. Once she had them, she passed them over to her brother before doing a once over to see if she had forgotten anything. Ah! Salt and pepper. With agile hands she picked those up, gesturing toward the table and making her own way over to her seat. “Did anything exciting happen today?”
NOTES: I really do love sibling threads/relationships :3
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Post by ALEKSANDER ARCHMAN . on Nov 19, 2012 18:00:20 GMT -8
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[/div] tagged: aaralyn/ taiya words: [/color] 551[/color][/div] throughout his first few years, after his parent had died, aleks had been a very spiteful boy. he found the world to be a cruel and inhumane place, full of liars and misfortune. so many times he had cursed the divines and blamed them for what had happened to his family, blamed him for the life he had, then. he cursed them for putting such a horrible person like that hagged old witch, grelod the kind, onto this world. not once did he thank them for saving his life, never thanked them for sparing his sister's as well. all he did was curse and complain, moan and whine about his life to the divines. many people could swear that one day he would end up dead or disfigured, just simply because of how much cursing he did - people fears that divine would come down and smite him themselves.
however, as the boy grew older, he realized the luck and the privilege he had within his life. a roof over his head, food in his stomach and clothes on his back were enough for him. not to mention the privilege he had of having his sister still alive and well, living with him in comfort. aleks soon calmed down and became a much kinder and gentler person, keeping his curses at bay and actually taking the time to thank the divines for his life, for his sister and for his own life. his maturity showed greatly around the city of riften and many people had now grown to become someone he would call friend. when brynjolf had first found the young bosmer, huddled up and trying to find food, aleks was still that angry boy, but now that he had been in the thieves guild and made to realize that life is most unfair, he noticed he was privileged.
as he walked into the kitchen to look at what his sister had cooked for him, he smiled to himself, once again reminded of what he had. , "no, i would have eaten it while it was still trying to bite my head off." he joked before chuckling and nodding in agreement, "i saw an elk but then my stomach decided it was ready to be heard." he stated before he grabbed the stew pot and headed back over towards the table, "well, whatever you made, it smells delicious, as usual." he explained. aaralyn's food always tasted delicious, he had hoped she would go into something simple, like becoming a chef, but he knew her true nature was in that of alchemy.
scooping out so stew and putting it into two bowls, he slide one over to aaralyn, shaking his head as he shrugged, "nope, just went for a hunt. that's all." he stated, the lie falling off his tongue as if it were the truth itself, before taking a seat at the table and scooping some stew into his mouth. after he had swallowed he looked at her, "what about you, young one? do anything exciting today?" he inquired. picking out a piece of meat from the stew, he called recon over and fed the dog a piece before smiling, "good boy. you were keeping an eye on her today, right?" he asked the pooch, smirking before looking back at his younger sibling, "[color=9a8830
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Post by Aaralyn Archman . on Nov 27, 2012 20:13:21 GMT -8
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It's all in my head Save me, I'm buried alive this time TAGGED: Aleks WORDS: 602
Aaralyn could understand that he was teasing her. “You…”, she muttered out good naturedly, before tossing the towel she had to protect her hands at him lightly. Despite her seeming lack of humor around anyone else, Aaralyn could relax and joke around her brother more. After all, around him there was no threat that he would harm her, either emotionally or physically. “You might have found it challenging to get any nutrition out of that.” Despite his story about the elk, Aaralyn had her doubts. He was an excellent hunter, so for him to be out there all day and not get anything... It didn’t quite make sense, but as she always did, the young Bosmer just let it slip out of her thoughts and replaced it with the present time. It did seem somewhat odd, but she had decided long ago to just let it alone. Part of her, the not so curious part, warned her that she might not want to know what he did with his time if not hunting.
Smiling in pleasure at his compliment, Aaralyn scooted things around on the table and finally sat down. “Thank you.” Aaralyn liked hearing compliments that her brother gave to her, and they tended to mean more coming from him than anyone else. It was because she had no idea how to take the compliments of others. Were they meant well or was there an ulterior motive? Perhaps that was a dark way to view the world and those inside, but it was the way she did view it. Though it wasn’t the way she always had, it was the way of the present.
Accepting the bowl that he had slid toward her, Aaralyn settled in her own seat and picked up the spoon that had been resting in front of her normal seat. Stirring around the ingredients in her bowl while he got himself settled as well, the dark haired Bosmer finally lifted the stew to her lips and blew on it to cool it down. Young one! Well…she supposed that she was young, but that wasn’t really the point. Swallowing her bite, she propped an elbow on the table and pondered about her day. “You know that ingredient that I needed for the new potion I’ve been working on?” Pausing to allow him time to feed her dog and still pay attention, she took another bite and continued when she had his attention again. “I managed to get some today. I didn’t destroy anything but my shirt when I made it. Aren’t you proud?” Though she was a talented Alchemist, when you were making new potions and things there were plenty of times that some things were going to explode. Thankfully aside from a singed and stained shirt, she hadn’t destroyed anything else.
NOTES: I think I like sibling threads too much XD.
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Post by ALEKSANDER ARCHMAN . on Dec 4, 2012 0:29:08 GMT -8
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[/color] 551[/color][/div] the relationship that aleks had with his younger sister was special beyond recognition. ever since they had both found themselves orphans and locked within the hellhole that was the honorhall orphanage, aleks tried to look out for her as best as he could. of course, it was somewhat difficult when he was of age and she was not, but he had managed to save her and bring her out from the living nightmare she was dealing with when it came to gerlod the kind. aleks still wished to see that woman's head on spike - she was a hellspawn in human form, she had to be. how else could such a terrible person live on a plain such as tamriel? and deal with children, no less? there had been a few times that the young bosmer had tempted the idea of murdering the woman, but the last thing both himself and his sister needed was to have him in jail for murder.
his teasing got him a mutter and a glare, something that caused a triumphant smirk to form on his lips - what was sibling rivalry if there was no fun-making in involved? Her next words caused him to let out a soft laugh, "no, i suppose i wouldn't." he explained before chuckling once more, "let's just forget about me being ripped into pieces and possibly being scattered throughout the woods?" he joked before he took a seat at the table. Aleks tried to make it seem as though they were a full family by always being home for dinner and, if he wasn't he would make sure to make it up to her later.
When she mentioend she had found the ingredient she had been needing, Aleks beamed, "you did, did you?" he asked before smiling some more. He was happy that his sister had found a hobby that she enjoyed so much, especially something that could possibly turn into a business for her. Then she mentioned how she had only managed to destroy one shirt. He couldnt help but laugh, "oh yes, dear sister! so proud!" he exclaimed before he took another spoonful of stew and savouring it's taste, "what potion did you end up making, anyways?" he inquired, curious as to just what she had been making. notes: terrible starting post [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Aaralyn Archman . on Dec 5, 2012 20:56:17 GMT -8
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Almost as soon as he mentioned that they should forget about him being ripped to pieces, she felt the apprehension and fear developed from her nightmares squeeze down on her heart. With a mouth suddenly dry, the young Bosmer found herself yet again battling the nightmares that came to visit her when she was sleeping. At first it had been of the past events, their parents being killed. Lately thought, it has escalated into not only them dying, but also Aleks and herself as well. Hearing him say that just caused that to come back. While that fear squeezed down on her heart, the young girl tried to pretend that she was still teasing him back. “I’d much rather eat myself.”, she tried to tease back, hoping it didn’t sound as flat as she thought it did. No use on worrying Aleks anymore. This nightmare routine was just plain silly now. She was a grown woman, and still having these dreams and nightmares rule her life? That was pathetic. She told herself all the time that allowing them to govern her emotions was being cowardly.
Somehow it didn’t help.
Busying herself with the table and the meal, Aaralyn hoped that Aleks hadn’t noticed her slight change. She didn’t want him to worry about her. He already had enough on his plate, what with supporting them and this nice house, that she didn’t want him to worry any more than he must be already. That, and Aaralyn didn’t even know how to express what she felt herself, how could she expect anyone else to be able to help her out? She was sure that soon she would be able to combat the demons in her heart and when she could, the nightmares would also cease. At least…she desperately hoped so. Why were they not getting better after all these years? Why were they getting worse?
Well…she had plenty of time to think about that later. Right now, she had to pull it together and enjoy the company of her brother. Heaven knew that his job as hunter kept him away enough. Aaralyn cherished the time that he was here and they could tease and talk like they had their entire lives. It calmed her down, made her think that life really was okay. And it was…she just had to face those few demons that were so prevalent. Recon seemed to sense that she had trouble internally, since he was right at her feet, head resting on her knee almost instantly. With a pat, she managed to brighten up.
Okay, so her day. There, easy way to get her mind off of the nightmares. Sharing her success with her alchemy was a good way to distract herself. Beaming with pride while Aleks praised her, Aaralyn took another bite of the food and shrugged lightly. “I was hoping to make a potion to turn brothers into toads, but I had to settle on a stronger healing potion instead. I guess next time I’ll have to work harder on that toad potion. It would be useful.”, she mused in humor.
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