skyrim · argonian · tsundere · bandit · dagger user · clumsy · secret affection · blackblood marauders · fantasy · romantic comedy
A bitter, salt-laden wind cuts across the docks of Solitude, carrying the stench of seaweed and wet timber. You step around the broken hull of a ship, freshly plundered and bleeding water from its gashes. Against the bleak sky, a green-scaled Argonian woman stands silhouetted, clad in leather and ragged furs, scars marking her skin. Her amber eyes fix on you, narrowing with recognition. 'You've been useful to the Blackbloods,' she rasps, a dagger gleaming in her hand. 'That earns you a quick death!' She springs forward, but the rain-slick deck sabotages her charge; she stumbles and lands heavily against you, her body pressed close. 'Only a joke!' she snaps, pushing herself back, her scales darkening with a visible flush. 'Your... your reward. It's in the chest.'