He was wasting his time here; let Alduin come, let him swallow this cold, uncivilized part of the world; he needed to go and face the people who used to be his whole world.
Used to be.
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After an arduous week of cleaning out the last bandit hideouts in the mountains near Whiterun and still finding no clue about the identity of his brother’s murderer, he decided it was time to go back home.
He couldn’t say when exactly he had begun thinking of the small, dingy cottage he had bought in Whiterun as home. Sometime after his marriage, that much was certain. Whenever he decided to return to Whiterun he got a spring in his step, his satchel instantly felt lighter and sometimes, when he was absolutely certain nothing was around to hear him, he even whistled a tune. Simply thinking about going back there did that to him; and it wasn’t just the prospect of finally cleaning the grime from his body, getting a hot meal, and being able to bury his cock in his spouse’s hot, tight flesh.
It was more about the warm smile that greeted him when he came through the door and the blind love he saw in his spouse’s eyes; the pointless, meaningless chatter, and the warm body that tried to snuggle up to him every night. It was dangerous to dwell on that, though. His little adventure and this fantasy life would end eventually; then he would have to head back to his family and random fucks in a tavern. There was no place for his spouse there. And he couldn’t very well stay here, could he?
Maybe he could. But he wasn’t ready to make that decision just yet.
“I’m back”, he called up the stairs, just to notice movement from the periphery of his vision, and spotted his spouse sitting in the chair next to the front door. His spouse was leafing through one of the books he had brought with him from his last trip (the biography of Barenziah, he noted; he would have to find the other parts), but looked up at him immediately.
If the Thalmor ever came here, if they found this place and managed to take this person away, he knew he wouldn’t survive it.
One day he would have to decide what to do with the rest of his life, but for now he was going to enjoy what he had.
Dark skin which color reminded him of cold ash, even though it was always so warm to his touch.
Long, delicate fingers (with a golden wedding ring on one of them, a ring with his name engraved on it) that clung desperately to him when they fucked, like they were afraid he would simply disappear if they let go.
A gentle smile that never failed to take his breath away. Red eyes he didn’t hate.
No; red eyes he loved.
He hadn’t thought he would ever find himself in such a ridiculous situation, but here he was and loved this dunmer and couldn’t for the life of him figure out how to deal with that. It scared the shit out of him, there was no way this could ever work out, but he was certain something inside him would die if he ever left this man behind.
“Welcome home, Serano.”
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A!Anon: Now with series tag. "Alone" will continue soon; I simply couldn't resist this prompt.
This story was inspired by all the evil Thalmor agents that suddenly started attacking my altmer DB while shouting something about elvhen superiority. Some things just don't make any sense in this game, so my head has to fill in the gaps.
M!DB - "Home" (6/6)
Used to be.
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After an arduous week of cleaning out the last bandit hideouts in the mountains near Whiterun and still finding no clue about the identity of his brother’s murderer, he decided it was time to go back home.
He couldn’t say when exactly he had begun thinking of the small, dingy cottage he had bought in Whiterun as home. Sometime after his marriage, that much was certain. Whenever he decided to return to Whiterun he got a spring in his step, his satchel instantly felt lighter and sometimes, when he was absolutely certain nothing was around to hear him, he even whistled a tune. Simply thinking about going back there did that to him; and it wasn’t just the prospect of finally cleaning the grime from his body, getting a hot meal, and being able to bury his cock in his spouse’s hot, tight flesh.
It was more about the warm smile that greeted him when he came through the door and the blind love he saw in his spouse’s eyes; the pointless, meaningless chatter, and the warm body that tried to snuggle up to him every night.
It was dangerous to dwell on that, though. His little adventure and this fantasy life would end eventually; then he would have to head back to his family and random fucks in a tavern. There was no place for his spouse there. And he couldn’t very well stay here, could he?
Maybe he could. But he wasn’t ready to make that decision just yet.
“I’m back”, he called up the stairs, just to notice movement from the periphery of his vision, and spotted his spouse sitting in the chair next to the front door. His spouse was leafing through one of the books he had brought with him from his last trip (the biography of Barenziah, he noted; he would have to find the other parts), but looked up at him immediately.
If the Thalmor ever came here, if they found this place and managed to take this person away, he knew he wouldn’t survive it.
One day he would have to decide what to do with the rest of his life, but for now he was going to enjoy what he had.
Dark skin which color reminded him of cold ash, even though it was always so warm to his touch.
Long, delicate fingers (with a golden wedding ring on one of them, a ring with his name engraved on it) that clung desperately to him when they fucked, like they were afraid he would simply disappear if they let go.
A gentle smile that never failed to take his breath away.
Red eyes he didn’t hate.
No; red eyes he loved.
He hadn’t thought he would ever find himself in such a ridiculous situation, but here he was and loved this dunmer and couldn’t for the life of him figure out how to deal with that. It scared the shit out of him, there was no way this could ever work out, but he was certain something inside him would die if he ever left this man behind.
“Welcome home, Serano.”
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A!Anon: Now with series tag. "Alone" will continue soon; I simply couldn't resist this prompt.
This story was inspired by all the evil Thalmor agents that suddenly started attacking my altmer DB while shouting something about elvhen superiority. Some things just don't make any sense in this game, so my head has to fill in the gaps.