Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140116231609/@comment-24123288-20140120203252

(And home! Sorry I'm so late. My supervisor gives me a lift home on Monday nights and she had to buy an Ironing bored. I resisted the temptation to slap her with it. Barely. Aaaanywhos I was thinking about Xeran showing up and being a bit of a dick. Sorta like this:

Eilonwyn was still mixing potions like she had been for the past few hours. The bottles had grown from slight pile to small mountain. She was humming to herself as she mixed, sliced and brewed away. Too busy to notice the soft sounds of footsteps approaching her.

Suddenly the Dunmer felt a hand slip around her waist and she smiled, believing it to be her husband, until the hand pressed into her stomach, as if it knew there was a wound there. Eilonwyn groaned in pain as the hand kept pressing on her wound, she looked down at it to try and identify who it was that was doing this. Surprisingly, the hand was coloured like her own.

Who...there is no other Dunmer in our group...she thought as she closed her eyes and groaned again. Her assailants free hand now pressed against her mouth, keeping her screams muffled, so no one would hear...

"Well...Well...Fancy meeting you here...Eilonwyn.." Xeran whispered into her ear as her eyes widened and she began to struggle...

lmao I have too much time to think when I'm at work :P)