AuraLady

    You sat at the aisle, a tea cup of tea clasped in your hands. Mrs Hudson had brought cookies to you, but they sat on their plate forgotten as you stared into your drink. Why did things have to be so difficult? You were conflicted within, wondering who was wrong and who was right... and who would know? Were you taking it too personally? Were they being too overbearing? Maybe yes to both... ok definitely yes to both. Being more than a little biased you put most of the weight on them being too overbearing. Who wouldn't freak at being stalked? A soft knock sounded on your door and you let out a weary "come in." You instantly recognized the st

    Never in her life had she imagined she would be fleeing a battle, with a Nord no less! But then she hadn't imagined seeing a dragon in person either. Running down the winding staircase with her Nord companion, they entered a storage room where two Imperials were fishing through a barrel. Without waiting she and her Nord companion attacked, defeating the Imperials relatively easily. No wonder they traveled in packs, they didn't do well in small numbers. But then, neither did the Stormcloaks. Or herself, she admitted rather ashamed. She had walked into a trap with a bunch of Nords without so much as a pause to be suspicious of anything wron

    Her eyes fluttered open, muffling a groan as a shot of pain went through her head. Tyrska could sense a bump on the back of her head, the cause of her current situation she was sure. Her hands were bound and she was dressed in rags, like some prisoner when she had done nothing wrong. Well, not to her knowledge. Of course her kind was looked down upon, much as the Khajit and Argonians, judged by race and not actions. She was pretty sure if they had looked at their own, race would suddenly make no difference. "Hey, you're finally awake." She sat up fully and looked at the blond in front of her. Great. Not only was she a prisoner, but she wa

    It was getting old, fast. Being targeted by the ginger twins was more than enough when it was just random, now it seemed like they had it out for you. You brushed a lock of your (h/c) hair behind your ear as you tucked your books in your locker. They hadn't stooped to locker pranks yet, key word being "yet". You wouldn't put it past them to do it some time in the future. Glancing at the clock, you let out a sigh of relief. They would be doing their part in the Host Club now, which meant you had a period of peace. Well, relatively since even the libraries were treated as places for social gatherings.    Going out to the rose garden, you

    Your first step into Music Room 3 was filled with dread and apprehension. If it hadn't been for making that promise to your friend (f/n), you wouldn't even be here. Hearing girls gush about it made your skin crawl, it really wasn't your thing. You looked around the room, at the tables of girls fawning over guys, even your friend had already seated herself at a table with a pair of ginger haired twins as the "host". Debating on taking this chance to leave, you felt a dark presence behind you and glanced over to find a dark haired boy with glasses standing there with a clipboard in hand.    "Who are you here to see?" he asked, his gaze no

    You could swear you smelled smoke coming from your shoes as you were dragged by your friends to this place called "the host club". It had never occurred to you to go, and it wasn't appealing now. But, of course, your new friends were persistent and here you were, and your shoes weren't helping. So much for grips, you made a mental note to see if you could find shoes that looked like the school ones but had better grips. Maybe THEN you'd be able to hold your ground.    Reaching Music Room 3, they joined behind you and pushed you through the doors, and into the most adorable blonde in creation. As you looked at him and his giant pink bunn

    You were new to Japan, moving into a small two room apartment in order to go to the new school. Transferring to Ouran High School was more your Mother's idea than yours, but in the end you didn't mind. In fact you felt closer to your family here, than you felt when you were living at your birth home. It didn't take long to get things set up once the movers arrived. Having money was the only bonus you could think of to having a rich family. Of course you kept it basic, preferring to live the life of a commoner over what your Father had been willing to provide. He, unlike your Mother, wanted the best for you, but he had a hard time going ag

    You had docked in a small portside town, making sure your ship was safely secured before striding down the platform with your crew following. Supplies were low, the male crew was getting restless to the point you had to make a point of reminding them that you were Captain, and that you were more than capable of putting them in place. Turning to them, you gave a slight nod that set them loose as they sought places to take care of their "needs". Selecting the highest classed Inn you could find in such a town, you sauntered in, dropping coin on the counter to rent a room before settling at a corner table that was (surprisingly) empty. The ba

    The party Shepard had thrown was great! You were flattered to be invited, and glad to see so many familiar faces. Especially Grunt (who is just so adorbs!) and, if you were honest with yourself... Javik. After making the rounds of saying hi to everyone, making sure to zoom through the area where Javik was. For some reason or other, just being in the same area as him made you flush the red of his armor. Garrus would tease you about it, which led to a lot of brawls that Joker would tattle on and Shepard would have to break up. That was why you and Jack got along so well... you shared hot tempers and a particular dislike for Miranda. She had

    The world was in chaos after the fall of Haven, refugees and wounded flowing in like a flood. You were one of the lucky ones, having arrived with the original group from Haven, one of the survivors. Of course, you didn't feel lucky, you could still hear the screams at night when you tried to sleep at night... you could see the fires, smell the burning flesh. Eventually you gave up and took up the lute. When you were little you had played it a lot, and were quite good. Of course, when your Father died, you had to lay it aside and take up the ranch work. Not that you minded over-much, but you DID miss the music and the feel of the strings u