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skyrimkinkmeme) wrote2011-10-29 12:36 pm
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ANNOUNCEMENTS: UPDATED 12/16/2017
Happy Holidays, fellow Kinkmemers! I have returned and have no reasonable excuse for my absence except LIFE. I will be working on updating the archives. If anyone sees anything amiss, please let me know.
I am also hoping to find another Mod and an Archivist.
The more dedicated people we have in this Meme the less chance of it dying. I admit that being the sole keeper of the Meme is not great for the fandom. If something were to happen to me, for good, this place would go the way of the Fallout Kink Meme. Let's not let that happen! If anyone would be interested in Modding/Archiving, please drop me a line. Thanks! <3
Re: Duty Bound (3/?)
(Anonymous) 2015-03-28 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)They’re having breakfast, a simple meal of warm bread and cheese that Eified may or may not still think is the best food he’s ever eaten – he can be mushy like that – when the mer asks, “I don’t suppose we can stay in bed all day?”
Argis freezes, a piece of cheese halfway to his mouth, and stares at Eified with something like surprise and something else – that unidentifiable emotion from before – flashing through his eyes.
“Is that what you want to do?” The Nord finally says, quickly composing himself, but Eified is already frowning.
“I- well, only if you want to, too,” he admits, a little surprised by the hurt in his own voice.
Argis obviously hears it too, because his eyes widen and he looks almost… horrified. “I want to,” he agrees, firm and in command, those strangely disconcerting emotions from before nowhere to be found.
Eified hesitates. “If you’re sure?”
“I’m sure,” Argis says, almost before Eified is finished asking, and promptly stands, grabbing the Dunmer by one hand and leading him up the stairs and too their bed.
It’s the first time that Argis has ever really instigated their love-making, and that alone, coupled with the strange fear that seems to be a constant shadow lurking in the back of Eified’s mind, taints the day with a bitterness Eified is afraid to truly think about.
oOo
On the second day of his impromptu vacation, Eified knows he can’t keep Argis from work for another day, despite the Nord’s strange willingness to do shirk his own duties, and instead shoos the man out of the house.
Eified takes a moment to examine his home, a little cramped, yes, and a little messy, to be expected with three warriors and all their gear cohabitating, but warm and pleasant and homey known the less. It makes Eified smile, and for the first time in what might be weeks, that niggle of doubt in the back of his thoughts falls silent.
It’s a crippling relief.
Happier than he’s really been in what feels like years, Eified sets about tidying his home. For him, that mostly entails removing stuff from the floor and relocating them in a slightly less cluttered spot, wherein hopefully his husband or Lydia will then correctly organize the mess at a later date.
The work is satisfying, if a tad dull, and soon enough Eified is driven to dress in a plain shirt and breeches, pull on his favorite pair of furred boots, and embark out into Whiterun. He tries to tell himself he’s not just going to visit Argis, but the warmth that blooms in his chest just thinking about the Nord makes him a liar. Chuckling faintly to himself, he saunters along at a happy pace, whistling a jaunty tune.
His stomach rumbles faintly, gurgling reproachfully at him, so Eified obediently veers from his initial path and heads towards Carlotta’s stand.
The Imperial women is, as usual, peddling her wears to any that pass within hearing range, though she abruptly focuses his attention on Eified as he gets closer. “Well looks who come to darken my threshold,” she says, but her tone is friendly and her smile is gentle.
Ever since Eified helped her out with Mikael, that drunken bard who couldn’t seem to take a hint, Carlotta warmed up to the mer considerably.
“Well I find myself a bit peckish this morning,” Eified explains, voice all honey and roses, “and what better place to go then your wonderful stand?”
Carlotta throws her head back and laughs. Eified can admit to himself that she’s rather stunning, and had he been interested in women he might have given courting her a shot. As it is, his tastes lean more towards broad shoulders and hairy chests and, yes, cock. Good thing, then, that Argis has all three in spades.
Re: Duty Bound (3/?)
(Anonymous) 2015-03-29 12:14 am (UTC)(link)Re: Duty Bound (3/?)
(Anonymous) 2015-03-29 03:26 am (UTC)(link)