skyrimkinkmeme (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
skyrimkinkmeme) wrote2011-10-29 12:36 pm
skyrimkinkmeme) wrote2011-10-29 12:36 pm
Meme Announcements!
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
Purity 10
(Anonymous) 2013-03-18 03:02 am (UTC)(link)It felt like he was awake moments before his eyes could catch up with him. A pale Nord body is splayed lazily across his bed, Furs of brown and white curled around his covered limbs. He yawns, as expected, Vilkas now feeling his lungs reach their filling point while his arms stretch and relax. His ceiling looked the same... it was dark in here, Vilkas thinks, yet it feels so warm and light. Cozy, even. White eyes scanned the far wall, craning his ache-less neck. There was a scattering of potion bottles and scrolls of paper at his bedside, on a cluttered nightstand and dim candle.
This was something he hasn't felt in a long time. Unawareness, a glimpse of tranquility. Being half awake by peaceful sleep, and not by some wicked curse.
Someone had been here, he thinks. And just like that his rested mind kicked back into gear, memories flooding back to him of caves and deathly halls, brotherly hugs and discovered love. He surprised himself, Vilkas smiling and closing his eyes again, remembering his purity. No more jerking awake and lunging for prey, no more unblinking nights until the sun returned. No more waking with a fierce need to mate only to rub himself raw just to fit into his armor.
But then he remembered the mer that had promised to be there when he woke. Vilkas couldn't stop himself from grinning, wondering if he'd have the nerve to tease him about betrayal-that being said if he could say anything it all. He remembered the nightstand beside him, a faint gust flickering the candle back to life and casting a warm glow on the rolled up papers at his side. Vilkas' knuckles dragged across the wood, he grabbed a scroll and thumbed it open, rolling on his elbow to have a look.
His smile faded with surprise, seeing artfully sketched hands and bodies in charcoal, both rough and delicate. The body was thin, male, and in relaxed poses. Vilkas' heart thumped loudly against his chest when he opened the next scroll, biting his lip to either smile or gasp-or anything. It was a sketch of Vilkas' sleeping face, His hair sprawled messily behind him, his lips parted and his nose turned towards the pillow. So his Harbinger had definitely been here..for a while.
Gods, whether or not he should have felt embarrassed to have been drawn in his sleep like some kind of beautiful woman, It roused the poet within Vilkas. How he wished he could do something like that, express himself to the Harbinger- or in any way impress him. Vilkas lay reclined on his elbows in thought, staring yet his mind thinking of when he touched those warm hands, how even now he lay charmed by the ghost of him that lingered wherever he went.
And so humanly unaware of the approaching footsteps from down the hall. When their eyes suddenly met it feels like no time at all had passed for Vilkas because he couldn't find any to think up something to say. But the Artist was happy to see him roused, and it showed.
“Ah, He's awake... Hello there, sleepy one.” His voice sounded so soothing, playful even. As he watched Vilkas raise his tired head. He looked beautifully at peace, his soft black hair disheveled and shirt buttons undone. Inviting himself in, he sees Vilkas smile for him and it's all the reassurance he needed to know that his Nordic companion is feeling well.
“Nnngh...what time is it?” Vilkas sighs as he stretches, feeling open as the Bosmer knelt at his bedside.
“Don't you mean 'what day is it?'”
Vilkas' eyes widened in alarm, suddenly looking at the other man's features. Different clothes, his hair pulled up- he looked very different than he last remembered. His thoughts where cut short to the sight of the mer extending his hand, the artist's fingers running across his jawline.
“You've been asleep for a solid two days.” He whispered, as if it was nothing.
“Two days?!” Vilkas reached up and rested his longer hand over the mer's, feeling his own stubble had grown out and rough.
Purity 11 FINISHED
(Anonymous) 2013-03-18 03:54 am (UTC)(link)“I watched over you, just to make sure you'd wake. Your brother worried, but I knew you'd be fine.” He traced his palm up across his scalp, Vilkas' fingers wrapping around his wrist once more.
“I would have expected no less from you, Harbinger. I see you've kept yourself busy on such a boring duty.” His eyes indicated the piles of books and the collection of sketches at his seat. The Bosmer's cheeky smile was heart melting to him, Vilkas turning the elf's hand in his grip to look at his palm, thick and rugged from work. It was the elf's turn to bite back a grin, seeing the Nord trace his palm with his handsomely long fingers.
“There is no price too great that I would spend to be able to express myself the way you do.”
It made the bosmer glad to hear that, knowing that Vilkas yearns for the artistic indulgence. He could imagine him a poet- a finish to an otherwise perfectly imperfect man.
“I think you could, given your muse tempts your mind enough.” His oval eyes where playful, and Vilkas knew a flirt when he heard one, suddenly finding the courage to grin back at his superior.
“If you only knew what my muse does to me.” Gods, Vilkas felt like a fool but he's read enough of romance in glory to know what infatuation can do to a man's soul. If it meant constantly in trembling uncertainty before the elf's very eyes, groping for a next word and evading another gaze, he'd accept that he was in love. It was a sharp pain.
But how could he not be?
They would have loved to kiss again, but the stomping of boots and creaking of door hinges split the two apart once more, Farkas inviting himself into Vilkas' space while the Bosmer simply smiled and vanished from his sight. He made his way upstairs and secretly pined for that moment that the Nord chooses to 'express himself' the way he so wished he could.
Yet something inside him worried. Was he sending this lovestruck Nord down an entirely new, dark path? The Bosmer's wide, vacant smile began to fade the more he started to realize that Vilkas' heart may not be safe in the Dragonborn's hands. Love for the Bosmer came and went like the tides through the mangroves, but when he remembers the taste of his tear-stained cheeks while he kissed Vilkas, he knew there was something entirely new in store for him.
All he could do is let their fates play out, and see if Mara would have them together one day.
((This may seem like the end but I'll make an epilogue where they GET IT ON! because I know what this terribly lacked was porn. And don't worry, it's coming. Hope you liked this. I had trouble near the end))
Re: Purity art fill
(Anonymous) 2013-03-22 05:02 am (UTC)(link)