Anonymous asked: wow, you sure have fabulous eyebrows.

Why thank you graymage, that’s a high compliment~

Anonymous asked: What DID Cyros look like exactly when he was a kid??

“I was always a bit on the stocky side when I was a kid, just enough to stand way the hell out from my friends and the other kids growing up. I remember wishing so hard that I would grow into my eyebrows and hands. I think that turned out better than I expected, heh!”

Anonymous asked: Did you have any childhood crushes? :D

“She was always real kind to me, even when I got into my growth spurt. She ended up marrying someone else, but for a while we were pretty close.”

Anonymous asked: Please Cyros grant me the sweet release of death

“No, go ask a Dark Brotherhood member or some shit, goddamn.”

xjleeta:

Xjleeta turned through the streets of Riften, her head down and her eyes on the shopping list she held in front of her nose. She hastily scribbled on it with a stick of charcoal.

“Okay… new waterskin, check. Bread, jerky, apples, check. Healing potions, check. Hireling, not check…” She neglected to look where she was going however, and crashed headlong into something huge and akin to a boulder. “OW! What?! When did they put up a wall here? I… oh,” her words fell away as her eyes travelled up… and up… and up, to behold the most gigantic mer she’d ever seen.

“You’re HUMUNGOUS!” she exclaimed, clearly in awe and unashamed at letting him know. “Ginormous! Mammoth! Gargantuan! You’re, you’re… perfect,” her lips parted into a smile filled with sharp teeth and her slitted eyes narrowed. “Saaaay… you wouldn’t be interested in earning a bit of coin would you?”

Cyros looked about, startled at the sudden collision.

“Oh! Sorry about that!”

He turned around, peering down at the slackjawed female Argonian with a growing smile. 
“Ahah, well thank you miss, I get that a lot~” He says wryly. 
The mer folds his arms, puffing out his chest ever so slightly with inner satisfaction as he looks bemused down at the lady. She certainly looked like the opportunistic one, and her expression told him volumes of her current thought processes quite easily. But money was money, and he was always up for a few extra septims.

“Hm! Depends on what you have in mind miss, I’m a mer of many talents~” 

elatos-and-val:

cyrossilvirin:

Cyros listens intently, an amicable smile on his face as he nods. “Heh, I think there’s a lot of larger forces at work going on besides the civil war, to be honest. I keep hearing the locals talk about prophecies in the Elder Scrolls and the old gods making themselves known to people in the world again. Wouldn’t surprise me if people are getting drawn or guided here. With what happened in Cyrodiil last age, I think we’re overdue for more worldchanging events~”

The Bosmer chuckles, a low peal of mirthful thunder. “It’s a good time to be alive, that’s for certain. History in the making.” 

“Good gods, please, I could do without anything as horrendous as all that happening again within my lifetime, thank you very much.”

Elatos couldn’t help but laugh too as he said it; Cyros’ chuckle was nothing short of infectious. Still, even as he joked about it now, there was more than a grain or two of truth in the comment. The Oblivion Crisis and the disasters that followed it had been nothing short of nightmarish, and if he was honest, Elatos could happily live out the rest of his days without seeing anything of the sort ever again.

Then again, if it hadn’t been for all of that, he would have never met Val.

“… You believe in all that, though, do you?” he asked. “Fate, and what have you.”

Elatos’ family had certainly always believed in it, and although his travels had taught him a great deal, Elatos himself wasn’t quite ready to dismiss the idea of things occasionally being meant to be, either.

After all, it would have been very difficult to explain the presence of the Dremora sitting patiently and quietly next to him, driving the cart and keeping his eyes pointedly on the horses and the road, without the agency of some destiny or other.

Cyros eyes the man levelly, with a nod and thoughtful expression. “Yes. Far too many events of importance to call it coincidence, and too many tales of heroes and the call to duty to not believe there’s a thing like destiny at work.” The Bosmer shrugs his huge shoulders. “It makes a nice explanation for how I turned out, at the least!” Cyros looks up  at the trees, with a sigh of contentment, flexing his feet and relaxing a bit. “Where in Tamriel have you two been? If ya don’t mind me asking.”

(Apologies if that’s a topic thats been brought up I am so rustyyyy)

sebastianthebreton:

 

Sebastian smiled. “Thanks for the offer, Cyros, but I wouldn’t want to waste your time. They’re just a few bandits who got lucky, hardly worth your while.” No doubt Cyros was used to much more challenging, lucrative contracts. 

“Fairly well.” Sebastian tilted his hips to one side habitually. “I suppose I have been getting a little bored, but I’ve been doing well. I have a delivery coming soon- an ancient weapon found in Solstheim, supposedly with some sort of unknown enchantment. That should keep me busy for a while.”

Despite the fact that Cyros could have broken his face with that light pat, Sebastian continued gracefully, though his grin grew slightly wider. “No challenges, though. And yourself? I suppose you’re still getting plenty of contracts?”

“Oh? How curious, I keep hearing a lot of tales coming out of there. This weapon have a name?” Cyros smirks goodnaturedly, looking satisfied. “Yeup, the Jarls have been quite generous lately. Lots of bears and bandit leaders to clean out, I know a few of them are asking for dragonslaying too, so that’s on my plate. Should help keep me turning a profit through till winter. Hey, how about we get a drink and keep catching up? I’m buying~”

hammer-and-stammer:

cyrossilvirin:

“I… That’d be wonderful!” The Bosmer’s smile goes from slightly reticent and friendly to a full on beaming grin of hope. His day is, quite obviously, made with Tail’s offer. The mer stands up, easily dwarfing the red Argonian. “I’d hug ya, but I don’t know if it’d be wise in this armor, haha! Can we visit this smith of yours now?” He says excitedly, practically bouncing on his heels.

‘Tail’s mouth drops open when Cyros stands up to his full height. Gods- was he half giant? The excitement is infectious, however, and the Argonian can’t help but grin in return, despite having to step back a bit and crane his neck to glimpse any more than an impossibly large chest-plate. “Heh! Do people ever mistake yuh fer jus’ a solid wall?” He laughed, sounding half awestruck.

“N’ sure! She’s muh sister, actually! Always complainin’ bout only fixin’ all tha’ Nord make n’ armor yuh know. M’ sure she coul’ fix yer prollem right up- and it’ll git her tuh stop huffin’ over bein’ bored of Northern weapuns! Follow me, she’s over near thuh front gate- ‘gainst the back righ’ side.”

He trots off a little bit, making sure the tall elf could still see him, and wonders how Cyros manages to ever fit through doors.

The Bosmer belted out a laugh, a racouous and mirthfilled thunderous thing that made other people look about in confusion and curiousity.
Grinning down at Tail he folds his thick arms. “Oh, definitely! Always fun when that happens~” His ears perk as he listens to his description, hopes rising further.

“Thank you kindly, sir! How long have you two been here in Whiterun by the  way?” The elf follows, easily spying the red Argonian above the heads of the rest of the crowds, long strides thumping the streets.

woodelf-dovahkiin asked: "Greetings."

The mountainous Bosmer’s ears flicked as he heard someone address him. Turning around he peers down over his chest at the newcomer, smiling a friendly grin.

“Ah, hello there! What can I do for you?” 

Anonymous asked: Sir, do you lift?

Every day at the crack of dawn for two hours, unless I’m on bounty hunting. Hm. Wonder how much money selling my training regimes would make…