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he’s been lingering around markarth recently.
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“indeed i am!” he wishes he could tell her every detail of his disappearance, but he worries time would not do the tale justice. “i would have let you know, but everything was so sudden.” it’s been a regret of his since he left. he offers a quick bow. “i know, i know. +
“. . . Y-You are ALIVE. . .” Oh! A long-lost friend! There’s a beaming smile appearing upon her lips as she cautiously takes his hand with a messy curtsey! She feared her friend had f a l l e n ! “Y-You know that you need not call me such——” Playful and gentle nudge!
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i just thought it was funny.”
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“my lady,” soft voice rings out, offering a hand for @flospomum — it’s been far too long. “i hope you’ve been well.” warm grin forms on his face. gods, he feels somewhat guilty for what he worries may come off as an abandonment. it was never his intention.
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/ ok hello! i wanna start writing arvid again, so if y’all want a small interaction, go ahead and like this and i’ll write something up :)
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clearing his throat. long time.
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if you are lacking in a valentine. i will volunteer.
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valentine’s day!!
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leaping off some cliff on the throat of the world. don’t worry, he’s become ethereal.
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oh, to be a dragon.
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twirling his dagger absentmindedly. stupid smug grin plastered on his face.
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/ y’all told me to bring him back.
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/ arvid being nonexistent for months then i come back and just drop this
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thinking thoughts, it appears. never a good sign.
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at least his initial reaction isn’t to throw a punch. instead, there’s a slow blink, processing the other man’s presence. “i felt a lot more peaceful, too, you know.” spoken blankly, clearly tired, though not entirely unwelcoming.
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groaning — soft, twisted sound as he rises from his bed in the dirt.