Pulling the dough out of the pan it rose overnight in, you sprinkled a bit of flour onto the cleaned bar top - pulling the rolling pin out. For just a minute of solitude, that was the golden hours, those were the moments that made each day easier to bare. The silence of the bar was needed, some people were too much to handle here. The kitchen of the Winking Skeever came into play as you rounded the corner - doors barred and chairs up. Thoughts crossed your mind on how light of a sleeper he was With being out in Skyrim where all threats are possible, would he always keep his guard up? Each thought went through your mind as you made your way to the stone steps, patting your feet against the cold grain. There would be time for you to get dressed and ready while they baked, it would all work out wonderfully! Slowly slinking out of your room, you let your bare feet lap against the stone floor, gentle enough on your toes to not wake the sleeping hunter. He will be sleeping for a while, maybe I can make a batch for him and call it a day. The promise of sweet rolls was not going to go untouched, you couldn’t let it just wander away. The infamous bounty hunter of Solitude, he is the only other breathing soul in your establishment.Ĭomically tossing yourself from your bed, you straightened out your night gown - trying to be as silent as possible. The world was getting back into motions, it was becoming lively again - how big could your smile get? A break of breathless snores come from across the hall, causing your body to still So it’s not a dream, he is here. This was a precious way to wake up, seeing the wildlife getting back to where it was now that the Vampires had retreated underground - the skeevers and frost spiders going into the hills of Riften. Following the hummingbirds were the growls of the foxes from the hills, playing with their kin. It was a given, wood brought the cold in during these times in the West, being near the mountains did not make it easier. Early mornings in Solitude were something to bask in Warm lights of the Sun glazing your body like a sweet roll, putting the blanket of warmth through you. The quiet hum of the humming birds out of your bedroom window caused your eyes to flutter open, creasing a smile upon your lips.

Warnings: Language, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, M/F Sensual Situations,Īuthors Note: I started to play Skyrim again to make this hella accurate, you’re welcome! Synopsis: Meeting the infamous Din Djarin was an experience in itself, but he wasn’t what the books chalked him up to be. Kill Well…and Often | Skyrim Bounty Hunter!Din x F!Reader (Part Two)

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