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Re: Fire and Potions - 82/?

[(Anonymous)]

“Looks can be deceiving,” Radac said with a dark smile. “Restoration magic has many benefits.”

Glancing toward the door, he waved a hand in its direction, shutting it with telekinesis before he continued.

“Namely…” he said in a hushed voice. "Immortality."

Thrynn shivered as Radac reached his hand out once more. Had he shut the door for the privacy of their conversation or did he have something else in mind? To his relief, Radac resumed healing his aching chest.

“Immortality,” Thrynn replied thoughtfully. “In that case, you look very good for your age,” he smirked, looking him over. “Whatever it is.”

A frown quickly formed on his lips.

Why was he flirting with the Ascendant?

Radac was certainly in one of his rare moments.

At times like these, Thrynn could almost forget the disgusting things he knew about the mer. That someone so devoted to butchering others, persecuting his people, and dragging the honor of their race and country through the mud, could have an interesting - attractive even - personality… it disturbed him almost as much as the rest.

Thrynn's highest priority was eradicating the Thalmor, inside out. Ondolemar was working his way up through their structure of Justicars after some urging, while he and the other members of the Laloria Malatar secured positions throughout the rest of the country to make way for revolt; a few more years and they should overthrow the Thalmor completely.

The group of spies had returned from the Great War to find the Thalmor seeped into the country like a rot, taking advantage of their beloved homeland laying in shambles from war. The Aldmeri Dominion was little more than a puppet these days, and Alinor was reduced to a husk of its former grandeur. Mer everywhere were living in fear, persecution, or willful ignorance.

“It’s lonely,” Radac said, interrupting his thoughts. “Immortality. It is obviously a gift, but it can also be maddening,” he added with a weary sigh, finishing the healing spell, but remaining enticingly close. “Once, in a great while, I find someone who makes the passing of years more pleasant.”

Thrynn looked at him with conflicted feelings, wanting to comfort him. The Ascendant's dark, intelligent eyes made his stomach twist.

Uncertainty gnawed at him.

Focusing, he thought of the Nord prisoner in the dungeon. A Talos worshipper, and Radac’s regular source of entertainment. He spent many evenings torturing and healing the poor man.

Despite the gruesome image, Thrynn felt the urge to stand up and draw Radac close.

Quick as lightning, deliberately giving himself no time to think, Thrynn stabbed the Ascendant in the chest and slit his throat, bolting for the door.

A shout escaped his throat as he was slammed off of his feet and flattened against the floor by an invisible force. Air knocked out of his lungs, he gasped for air, chest pinned beneath an unseen barrier.

Radac gingerly touched the skin of his throat.

Thrynn watched the wound close itself, blood drawing back into his skin, leaving no trace.

Radac grinned wickedly down at Thrynn, struggling beneath his ward on the floor.

“That’s why I like you - how many mer would follow their gut and stab their Ascendant?” he said approvingly. “You couldn’t have known The Beautiful were going to attack. I gave them the means. No, you’re far too clever to drink a potion from me - even a wine glass - under normal circumstances. So cautious,” he smirked, kneeling down and caressing his cheek.

Thrynn glared murderously up at him as he leaned closer.

“I would have you as my ally," he said, tracing a line along his face as he lifted his chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. "But I'd rather you as a lover. A trusted confidant. There's so much work a clever mer like you can accomplish for me."

Thrynn, unable to speak beneath his magic, replied by deftly removing a dagger from his sleeve with one hand and quickly burying it deep within Radac's closest eye.

Surprised, the Ascendant’s ward faltered momentarily.
Thrynn, pressing his advantage, leapt to his feet, pulling his sword free in one fluid motion. Carving through Radac’s chest in quick thrusts, he removed his still beating heart.