Serano’s patience was running out. “I will only repeat myself once: Get out of my way.”
The threat was as obvious as it could possibly get; Serano even rested one of his hands on the tip of his sword. Every fiber of Romlyn’s being screamed to just step down, just let him go if he wanted it that much. Anything else would not end well for him and their relationship.
“No.”
Just once. Romlyn wanted to make this man listen to him just once. It didn’t matter if Serano would hate him for this later, if he would never speak to Romlyn again or if this argument ended in violence. Romlyn didn’t care as long as his husband would be safe.
“FUS… ROH DA!”
There was no time to react; he wasn’t even sure what exactly happened, even though he probably should have seen something like this coming. One second he was standing in the middle of the room, and the next the Shout sent him flying until his back collided with the door. He hadn’t even felt a force pushing him back; it was like Serano had willed him to move out of the way and the laws of nature strove to comply. Suddenly he was down on the ground, wheezing pathetically as if all air had been knocked out of his lungs.
Serano hadn’t moved; the altmer simply waited for him to catch his breath and get back on his feet again.
It sounded much easier than it was; his legs trembled and refused to move the way he wanted them to. It was the first time he had experienced a Dragon Shout himself, even though he had heard it before during the Stormcloak’s siege. It didn’t feel like he had seriously injured himself; the Shout had simply forced him to the ground.
It took him a few minutes to stand up again. When he looked up he caught his lover looking down at him. Serano could have used the opportunity to simply walk past him and head on to Solitude; but he had stayed. The reason was probably fairly simple: Romlyn had overstepped his boundaries and now Serano wouldn’t leave until he was certain that he had learned his lesson.
“I don’t want to hurt you”, Serano declared. Maybe he even meant it; Romlyn didn’t know. Most of the times he had no idea what went on in Serano’s head.
The problem was that Serano could hurt him. He was perfectly capable of killing him just by using his voice.
The Shout had been another warning, most likely the last. Didn’t he see that Romlyn just wanted to help him?
“You idiot”, he muttered and wasn’t sure whether he said it to his lover or to himself. “You stupid, thick-headed idiot.”
He was so hopelessly in love with this man. He wanted to protect him. He wanted to help him somehow, even though he wasn’t sure how. There was no way he could follow him into battle and fight by his side. He barely knew how to wield a sword, didn’t know the first thing about dragons or how to defeat them. There was nothing at all he could do to help Serano.
And he had tried so hard, too. Romlyn had spent weeks learning some basic alchemy to be able to brew health potions – just to have his man go off into battle without them. He had read all of Serano’s spell books four times already in the hope of improving his own skills even though he had no talent for magic. Three Thalmor agents had come to his door searching for Serano, and he hadn’t just managed to ward them off, he had laid false trails for them as well, making sure they headed into the opposite direction of where he thought Serano had disappeared to.
But nothing he did mattered in the long run.
He was just so sick of it. Sick of his own impotence, sick of his lover’s arrogance and control issues, sick of the Stormcloaks and Alduin and Skyrim in general. Sick of sitting at home waiting for his husband, sick of doing whatever this man told him.
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Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (8/?)
Date: 2013-03-17 08:11 am (UTC)The threat was as obvious as it could possibly get; Serano even rested one of his hands on the tip of his sword. Every fiber of Romlyn’s being screamed to just step down, just let him go if he wanted it that much. Anything else would not end well for him and their relationship.
“No.”
Just once. Romlyn wanted to make this man listen to him just once. It didn’t matter if Serano would hate him for this later, if he would never speak to Romlyn again or if this argument ended in violence. Romlyn didn’t care as long as his husband would be safe.
“FUS… ROH DA!”
There was no time to react; he wasn’t even sure what exactly happened, even though he probably should have seen something like this coming. One second he was standing in the middle of the room, and the next the Shout sent him flying until his back collided with the door. He hadn’t even felt a force pushing him back; it was like Serano had willed him to move out of the way and the laws of nature strove to comply. Suddenly he was down on the ground, wheezing pathetically as if all air had been knocked out of his lungs.
Serano hadn’t moved; the altmer simply waited for him to catch his breath and get back on his feet again.
It sounded much easier than it was; his legs trembled and refused to move the way he wanted them to. It was the first time he had experienced a Dragon Shout himself, even though he had heard it before during the Stormcloak’s siege.
It didn’t feel like he had seriously injured himself; the Shout had simply forced him to the ground.
It took him a few minutes to stand up again. When he looked up he caught his lover looking down at him. Serano could have used the opportunity to simply walk past him and head on to Solitude; but he had stayed. The reason was probably fairly simple: Romlyn had overstepped his boundaries and now Serano wouldn’t leave until he was certain that he had learned his lesson.
“I don’t want to hurt you”, Serano declared. Maybe he even meant it; Romlyn didn’t know. Most of the times he had no idea what went on in Serano’s head.
The problem was that Serano could hurt him. He was perfectly capable of killing him just by using his voice.
The Shout had been another warning, most likely the last. Didn’t he see that Romlyn just wanted to help him?
“You idiot”, he muttered and wasn’t sure whether he said it to his lover or to himself. “You stupid, thick-headed idiot.”
He was so hopelessly in love with this man. He wanted to protect him. He wanted to help him somehow, even though he wasn’t sure how. There was no way he could follow him into battle and fight by his side. He barely knew how to wield a sword, didn’t know the first thing about dragons or how to defeat them. There was nothing at all he could do to help Serano.
And he had tried so hard, too. Romlyn had spent weeks learning some basic alchemy to be able to brew health potions – just to have his man go off into battle without them. He had read all of Serano’s spell books four times already in the hope of improving his own skills even though he had no talent for magic. Three Thalmor agents had come to his door searching for Serano, and he hadn’t just managed to ward them off, he had laid false trails for them as well, making sure they headed into the opposite direction of where he thought Serano had disappeared to.
But nothing he did mattered in the long run.
He was just so sick of it. Sick of his own impotence, sick of his lover’s arrogance and control issues, sick of the Stormcloaks and Alduin and Skyrim in general. Sick of sitting at home waiting for his husband, sick of doing whatever this man told him.
He barely registered raising his arm.