Argis settles easily, despite the house being crowded with three, which makes Eified glow with joy, and they quickly fall into a comfortable routine. The Dovahkiin has duties that always require his attention, but Argis is happy to stay home. He even opens a small shop in town.
Nothing makes Eified happier than coming home from a long, tiring quest to find dinner waiting for him on the table and Argis greeting him with a small smile. “Welcome back,” he says, like always, and is quick to take Eified’s pack and help the mer strip from his heavy leathers.
“It’s good to be back,” Eified groans, and tilts his head back in a silent request.
Argis dutifully plants a soft kiss on his lips, then herds his husband towards the table. “How was everything?” He asks.
Collapsing onto the bench, Eified immediately begins to stuff his mouth with meat and bread, pausing between bites to speak. “Well, nothing went as planned, of course, and for some reason I kept running into necromancers everywhere I went. Plus, a dragon managed to surprise me when it dropped right out of damn the sky.”
Argis snorts, settling in the seat across the table, and Eified chuckles himself. “Yeah, it was pretty normal. And everything here?”
His husband shrugs, and the motion accentuates the strong curve of his neck, bared because the Nord has, uncommonly, tied his hair back. Eified manages to drag his attention back to the conversation just in time. “Same,” Argis admits. “But I manage to keep myself entertained.”
They fall into a strange silence as Argis focuses on cleaning Eified’s gear, mending the leather with the ease of long practice. The action niggles strangely at the back of Eified’s mind. “Leave it,” the mer huffs, snatching the material from his husband’s hands to dump it unceremoniously on the floor. “Lydia will take care of it later.”
For a moment Argis almost protests, but then he nods, once, and settles more comfortably in his seat. Eified hurries to finish his dinner while Argis nibbles quietly on a piece of bread.
“Did you already eat?” The mer wonders aloud.
Argis smiles apologetically. “Aye, my apologies. Didn’t know what time you’d make it home.”
Eified waves it off with a laugh. “No, no, that’s fine. Just making sure.” He shovels the last bit into his mouth and then stands, casting a meaningful look over his shoulder before sauntering up the stairs.
He hears what he thinks is a sigh, but then Argis is right on his heels, following him up to their room, and Eified puts it out of his mind.
oOo
Months go by in a happy blur. Eified is not home as often as he’d like, but Argis always there to greet him with food and a smile. His husband has gotten into the habit of tying his hair back, and Eified rather likes the look. It doesn’t seem in the least bit strange until one day he and Lydia are traveling through the ass-crack of the Throat of the World – that place right at the base where the mountain’s dark shadow seems to stretch forever – on their way home.
Eified is meandering along in a happy daze, imagining the warm welcome waiting for him, when a handsome hunter wanders across their path. Eified’s hand immediately drops to his sword, but the Nord is surprised to see them as they are too see him. It’s Lydia who steps forward to keep the peace.
“Greetings, brother,” she offers with a pleasant nod.
The hunter visibly relaxes, but his eyes still dart wearily in Eified’s direction. A Stormcloak supporter.
“’evening,” he rumbles.
Eified rolls his eyes. “We mean no harm,” he insists.
The Nord doesn’t seem completely convinced, but he nods before quickly disappearing into the tree line. Lydia sighs. “Shame, he was rather handsome.”
They share a grin. “You think?” Eified asks.
The housecarl shrugs. “I might be biased. I’m rather fond of men who tie their hair back.”
Eified laughs, and that is that, and the duo continue on their merry way. Lydia’s remark jumps back to the forefront of his mind when they get home and Eified can’t help but notice that Argis has, again, tied his hair back.
It’s such a silly, stupid thought that Eified immediately dismisses it, because it’s him that Argis smiles at, and him that Argis greets with a kiss.
... Though there is certainly enough food for the three of them.
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Re: Duty Bound (1/?)
Date: 2015-03-28 10:10 pm (UTC)Nothing makes Eified happier than coming home from a long, tiring quest to find dinner waiting for him on the table and Argis greeting him with a small smile. “Welcome back,” he says, like always, and is quick to take Eified’s pack and help the mer strip from his heavy leathers.
“It’s good to be back,” Eified groans, and tilts his head back in a silent request.
Argis dutifully plants a soft kiss on his lips, then herds his husband towards the table. “How was everything?” He asks.
Collapsing onto the bench, Eified immediately begins to stuff his mouth with meat and bread, pausing between bites to speak. “Well, nothing went as planned, of course, and for some reason I kept running into necromancers everywhere I went. Plus, a dragon managed to surprise me when it dropped right out of damn the sky.”
Argis snorts, settling in the seat across the table, and Eified chuckles himself. “Yeah, it was pretty normal. And everything here?”
His husband shrugs, and the motion accentuates the strong curve of his neck, bared because the Nord has, uncommonly, tied his hair back. Eified manages to drag his attention back to the conversation just in time. “Same,” Argis admits. “But I manage to keep myself entertained.”
They fall into a strange silence as Argis focuses on cleaning Eified’s gear, mending the leather with the ease of long practice. The action niggles strangely at the back of Eified’s mind. “Leave it,” the mer huffs, snatching the material from his husband’s hands to dump it unceremoniously on the floor. “Lydia will take care of it later.”
For a moment Argis almost protests, but then he nods, once, and settles more comfortably in his seat. Eified hurries to finish his dinner while Argis nibbles quietly on a piece of bread.
“Did you already eat?” The mer wonders aloud.
Argis smiles apologetically. “Aye, my apologies. Didn’t know what time you’d make it home.”
Eified waves it off with a laugh. “No, no, that’s fine. Just making sure.” He shovels the last bit into his mouth and then stands, casting a meaningful look over his shoulder before sauntering up the stairs.
He hears what he thinks is a sigh, but then Argis is right on his heels, following him up to their room, and Eified puts it out of his mind.
oOo
Months go by in a happy blur. Eified is not home as often as he’d like, but Argis always there to greet him with food and a smile. His husband has gotten into the habit of tying his hair back, and Eified rather likes the look. It doesn’t seem in the least bit strange until one day he and Lydia are traveling through the ass-crack of the Throat of the World – that place right at the base where the mountain’s dark shadow seems to stretch forever – on their way home.
Eified is meandering along in a happy daze, imagining the warm welcome waiting for him, when a handsome hunter wanders across their path. Eified’s hand immediately drops to his sword, but the Nord is surprised to see them as they are too see him. It’s Lydia who steps forward to keep the peace.
“Greetings, brother,” she offers with a pleasant nod.
The hunter visibly relaxes, but his eyes still dart wearily in Eified’s direction. A Stormcloak supporter.
“’evening,” he rumbles.
Eified rolls his eyes. “We mean no harm,” he insists.
The Nord doesn’t seem completely convinced, but he nods before quickly disappearing into the tree line. Lydia sighs. “Shame, he was rather handsome.”
They share a grin. “You think?” Eified asks.
The housecarl shrugs. “I might be biased. I’m rather fond of men who tie their hair back.”
Eified laughs, and that is that, and the duo continue on their merry way. Lydia’s remark jumps back to the forefront of his mind when they get home and Eified can’t help but notice that Argis has, again, tied his hair back.
It’s such a silly, stupid thought that Eified immediately dismisses it, because it’s him that Argis smiles at, and him that Argis greets with a kiss.
... Though there is certainly enough food for the three of them.
oOo