Bodran Belaal

velannaofskywatch:

Um. I think it’s been rather apparent that I haven’t been as active as I said I would.

It’s not for a lack of time, but a lack of interest. I feel like things have become rather repetitive. Most of the RPs and asks I have atm don’t really push her as a character. Because she’s not being challenged or developed further, I feel like things have become rather stagnant…

Basically I want something to mix things up and I’m not sure what to do to accomplish that? I’ve been thinking about making a hub blog of sorts for all my other characters. I think if they get some activity I’ll be able to play a variety of personalities and reactions. That might help. 

I’m not going to abandon Velanna because I really like her story and I want to tell it. I’m just kinda…stuck right now :/ 

Just trying to find a way for this to be more fun again… Any ideas/tips/suggestions would be appreciated u_u

Sontaire was busy, so Bodran had let himself in.  Not through the door, of course (Soindaale wouldn’t have approved), but through the window.  He presumed, although it was wrong of him to do so, that Sontaire would have no clients in her personal bedroom that day.  And so, he stripped himself down and lay on her bed expectantly.  Bodran, notorious for his lack of patience, was bored with this posturing within five minutes (besides, his nipples were cold).  

Snugly clothed by Sontaire’s bathrobe, he paced her room.  And for the next half-hour, he made sure his facial hair was perfectly groomed in the bathroom, he read a bit of her book on her bed, and he explored her fine jewellery to appraise them silently in his head.  Bored with even this, it was time to play ‘treasure hunt’.  It was inevitable, even with a business so smoothly run as Sontaire’s, that little things would often fall between the cracks (in fact it was all the more likely since Sontaire’s business was a large one by Skyrim’s standards).  And so Bodran, naked as the day he was born save for Sontaire’s bathrobe, went through every nook and cranny of Sontaire’s bedroom looking for hidden booze, coin, and forgotten lingerie.

And that’s when he found a book which he had never laid eyes on before.  The only immediate details he could discern was that it was old and well-used.  Bodran cracked it open without question, flicking through its pages carelessly.  As with most books on Nirn, the pages were handwritten—and so Bodran found nothing interesting in that respect.  It was rather, the small water stains on some pages, the scrawled out bits of others, and the numerous blank pages at the end which made this book stand out amongst the others.  Making himself at home under the duvet and propping himself up against a generous amount of pillows, he began to read.

dancingandmagic:

Asani blinked in surprise, eyes crossing reflexively to look at the finger over her mouth, missing Bodran’s inappropriate peek as she took a step back, frowning. What on Nirn…?

“I…” She kept her voice low, like he asked, but it was obvious she was confused and flustered. But most of her work was done, so what harm could it do to see what he needed. “O-okay. Five minutes.”

He removed his finger from her lips, “Five minutes.”  He turned to go, but a thought stopped him in his tracks, “And Asani—,” he began, “—I need your utter discretion, of course.”

coldwindscutclean:

Shey blinked at the Dunmer over her bottle, finishing off the drink she’d been in the middle of while she tried to place him. Had she met him before? Had she even said anything to him before? Why did he look…oh, he was the Dunmer at the bar she’d called ‘pretty’ just a moment ago.

Wow, she often had to actually try to reel them in. And here he was, already settled across from her and being complimentary. He might have used the one descriptor she hated, but, well, he didn’t know that.

“So you heard me, even over that din.” She set her drink down, leaning forward and placing a hand under her chin, smiling back at him. He was pretty. And Dunmer were always fun. “Did you take pity on me, all alone in the corner? Very gallant.”

He leaned in with a leer, “Can I get you another drink?  All you need to do around here is step on the lizard’s tail.”  His eyes dropped down to her clothes then back up to her face, “Although I take it you’re not new here, are you?”  He grinned broadly, “Bodran Belaal, here to save you from boredom and loneliness and—if you’re well behaved—from becoming an old maid.”

artandarrows:

As soon as the arrow hit dead, smack-dab in the center of his right cheek, her face contorted in feigned shock, terror, and a mix of something else, certainly-definitely-ABSOLUTELY NOT triumph, however. Probably. 

“I told you to get out of the way!” She cried, looking exasperated, “But you didn’t listen, I guess! And now you’ve got an arrow in your.. dumb… ass!” It was, actually, very funny. Finding it increasingly difficult to keep a straight face, she noticed most of the wolves had been felled, save for one, which had run off in terror at the sound of Bodran’s agony. “I’ll fix this,” she murmured, examining the wound (with no little glee, at least it was hidden), “We just have to get you to… uh. Someplace. Do you know of anywhere we can go?”

He glared fiercely at her as she looked at the damage.  ”And who’s fault is that?”  He scoffed, “Hmph, it wasn’t obvious to you that I didn’t hear you?”  He shifted and sucked in his breath, “We can go back to my place, I guess.  I have needle and thread there.  But, can’t you just, y’know, pull it out?  Heal me with a spell?”

(Source: bodran)

dancingandmagic:

Asani did not see Bodran coming, so when he finally had her attention, it was with a startled squeak, a whirl, and a near disaster with the dish she was holding. Luckily, her attempt to catch it, though unsuccessful, seemed to slow it enough that it just hit the ground on its edge and rolled off.

“Bodran!” she hissed, trying to slow her breathing, hand over her chest. “You scared me.” Why was he here? What did he want? Probably good questions to ask, but she was a bit more concerned with the fact that he’d almost made her jump out of her skin.

Bodran put a finger to her lips, frowning, “Shh, shh, Asani hush.”  His eyes darted down to her chest momentarily then back up to her face.  ”I need your help.  Can you meet me out back?”  He raised his eyebrows in enquiry, his expression earnest.  ”In five minutes?  Please?”

moon-and-star:

The crowd was somewhat sparse tonight on visible customers and staff, no doubt paired up and shuffled off to various rooms across the bordello some time before she’d arrived, which was just fine with the little Bosmer as it made her weaving through the few patrons still lingering much easier than usual. She slipped between chatting couples and silent observers and casually made her way to the bar, smiling as she spotted the broad shoulders of a familiar face already sitting there and enjoying himself. Unable to help herself she sidled up next to the mer, as silently as possible before suddenly sliding in next to him between barstools, resting her elbows on the counter and her chin in her hands with a wide smirk on her face, squirming slightly as she leaned up on her toes. “Booooodran~! Fancy seeing you here! Well, not as though it’s a rare occurance… do you ever actually leave?” She giggled.

Bodran was well into his third drink.  Or was it his fourth?  It didn’t matter, in any case, as he had stopped bothering to count.  Nevertheless, he turned an enthusiastic eye to a familiar voice.  His mouth broke into a broad grin, “Aysiz!  I haven’t seen you in a while.  Where have you been keeping yourself?”  He arched his eyebrows in mocking arrogance, “I’ll have you know this place would fall to pieces without me here.  I am a pillar of strength; I don’t know what Sontaire would do without me.”  Whatever it was, he hoped it would include copious weeping and heaving bosoms.  ”What can I do for you?  A drink?”  

ameriaconnak:

During his dialogue, the blonde drew her hands back to lightly touch her wrists as if attempting to rid them of any feeling that his touch may have left while holding her blade in her grip still.

“Of course you are, thief.” She murmured, turning the blade up and away from him as if gesturing that she no longer had any intention of placing it to skin.

“However, I will take you up on your offer for both the drink—” There was a brief pause in her voice as she leaned up, her weight baring down on his thighs before she was gone, sliding off the bed to be stood at its side. She leaned forward on one leg slightly in an attempt to stretch the muscle however let out a soft, light hearted sigh when the bone gave a satisfying click. With her back to him, she continued.

“—And the repairing of my roof since you so rudely broke it. You can also dust off my best sheets.” Throwing a teasing gaze at him from over her shoulders, there was no mistaking the quick change. Ameria, by no stretch of the imagination trusted the man who had once had the intention of stealing from her but it was not in her personality to deny a kind gesture. 

Taking a few steps forward, she raised her arms behind her head, letting them slip beneath her loose curls and waves in another stretch while careful not to cut herself on the sharp blade she held.. She then reached down, opening a drawer into which she placed the dagger and removed a shirt.
“Well, are you going to just sit there or?”

She was a tease and Bodran enjoyed it.  Some of his favourite women were utter teases and Ameria was quickly rising in the ranks.  The ghost of her touch lingered on his thighs as his eyes followed her movements attentively.  He could not help but be a voyeur as she stretched and moved about the room.  Her voice shook him out of his daze, “Hmm? What was that?  Oh, yes, of course.”  He got up off of the bed, giving his tunic a brief dust-off.  He gave her a look over as she dressed, “Need a hand there or are you ready to go?”