Days passed, slow, full of aridity and boredom. Paperwork was a way to be alone, but he was also left alone with his thoughts. It didn’t take long for him to fear them. They were consuming him in a way that made him feel covered in filth. This human, he wasn’t supposed to think of her in this way. It was disturbing and perverted and she was entering his mind in the most repulsive manner, and he didn’t manage to stay alone for long. Pacing back and forth, glaring at the jarl’s steward as he passed was not much of an option, but his new orders at least gave him something to do. There were rumors of Talos worship in the higher ranks, and Ondolemar dove into his work with a frenzy that made his two dimwitted guards ask if he was searching his own death, being a bit too forward in his accusations. In his frustration he even started to taking care of business that others were supposed to do. Infiltration was usually something he ordered to somebody else, but in the lack of anything else to occupy his mind with, he decided to find evidence himself. He had the names, could easily find the addresses and then it was all about breaking in, confiscating the illegal artifacts of worship and put its owner behind bars until Elenwen sent guards to escort them to a hearing. He was effective and got rewarded for it. Richly rewarded. And yet, his nights became the realms of his most seductive nightmares. As much as he forgot that human during the day, her presence was more explicit in the loneliness of his chambers. Her golden hair, her blue eyes with flecks of silver, her lips, her voice. Ondolemar woke up from his dreams panting, sweating and with an erection that almost made him cry from trepidation and impotence. Lack of sleep made him ill-tempered and the mutts outside the kitchens were avoiding him. Skulking away as they saw him, whimpering if he got too close.
Then, one night he decided to not go to sleep at all. His guards did, but he kept on pacing. Telling them he was restless, just needed to walk it out of his system. They shrugged and left. And Ondolemar walked. Stopped by the kitchen to grab an apple, kept on walking. “You’re restless, Lavender.” The voice came from the wall beside him. Ondolemar spun around on his heels, and there she was, sitting on a bench by the wall.
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Re: What happens in Markarth stays in Markarth 8
Date: 2015-08-05 03:32 pm (UTC)In his frustration he even started to taking care of business that others were supposed to do. Infiltration was usually something he ordered to somebody else, but in the lack of anything else to occupy his mind with, he decided to find evidence himself. He had the names, could easily find the addresses and then it was all about breaking in, confiscating the illegal artifacts of worship and put its owner behind bars until Elenwen sent guards to escort them to a hearing. He was effective and got rewarded for it. Richly rewarded.
And yet, his nights became the realms of his most seductive nightmares. As much as he forgot that human during the day, her presence was more explicit in the loneliness of his chambers. Her golden hair, her blue eyes with flecks of silver, her lips, her voice. Ondolemar woke up from his dreams panting, sweating and with an erection that almost made him cry from trepidation and impotence. Lack of sleep made him ill-tempered and the mutts outside the kitchens were avoiding him. Skulking away as they saw him, whimpering if he got too close.
Then, one night he decided to not go to sleep at all. His guards did, but he kept on pacing. Telling them he was restless, just needed to walk it out of his system. They shrugged and left.
And Ondolemar walked. Stopped by the kitchen to grab an apple, kept on walking.
“You’re restless, Lavender.” The voice came from the wall beside him. Ondolemar spun around on his heels, and there she was, sitting on a bench by the wall.