“I don't know!” His eyes blaze with anger, or fear. “He spends so long praying. He does so much good for people. But it isn't enough. Each time we fight another dragon, he loses himself.” He sighs. “But what can we do? We've got a job to do. He's the only one who can do it.”
There's nothing you can do except to slide a bottle of mead towards him, and then offer him the platter with bread, cheese, and salted meat. He looks at it and says, a note of desperation in his voice, “Do you have any apples? Martin loves them.”
You fetch apples from a barrel and watch the brown-haired man carry the platter back to their bedroom.
It's mid-afternoon before they leave. Armoured and armed, but clean this time, with mostly-dry laundry stuffed into bags. The Dragonborn – Martin - is wearing a fresh robe, yet otherwise looks no different than he had the day before. If you didn't know better, you could still mistake him for a simple priest. But you do know better, and you can see the power rolling under his skin, the dragon which lurks inside the man.
He takes both your hands in a very human gesture. “Thank you for everything. Akatosh be with you.” His blessing seems entirely natural. Yet you can't forget seeing his blue eyes changed to gold, the way his body twisted as he fought his friends.
You smile. “It was no problem. Come back any time.” You don't mean it. Part of you hopes to never have to deal with this terrifying Imperial ever again.
You wave, and a man – a creature – out of legend walks out of your life forever.
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There's nothing you can do except to slide a bottle of mead towards him, and then offer him the platter with bread, cheese, and salted meat. He looks at it and says, a note of desperation in his voice, “Do you have any apples? Martin loves them.”
You fetch apples from a barrel and watch the brown-haired man carry the platter back to their bedroom.
It's mid-afternoon before they leave. Armoured and armed, but clean this time, with mostly-dry laundry stuffed into bags. The Dragonborn – Martin - is wearing a fresh robe, yet otherwise looks no different than he had the day before. If you didn't know better, you could still mistake him for a simple priest. But you do know better, and you can see the power rolling under his skin, the dragon which lurks inside the man.
He takes both your hands in a very human gesture. “Thank you for everything. Akatosh be with you.” His blessing seems entirely natural. Yet you can't forget seeing his blue eyes changed to gold, the way his body twisted as he fought his friends.
You smile. “It was no problem. Come back any time.” You don't mean it. Part of you hopes to never have to deal with this terrifying Imperial ever again.
You wave, and a man – a creature – out of legend walks out of your life forever.
char:martin, char:vilkas, char:farkas, char:lydia, char:hadvar
race:Imperial, race:Nord
es:Skyrim
kink:angst, kink:friendship, kink:loyalty