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Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (12/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Well you have to admit, the very idea is preposterous.”

Right. Preposterous. Of course.

Romlyn was glad Serano couldn’t see his face in their position. When he didn’t answer Serano continued talking.

"I mean, I spend my days travelling across the country and don’t have a stable source of income. You still earn most of your money by selling stolen mead and waste far too much time in the tavern. We have our hands full trying to ensure our own survival. Why should we bring a child into this?”

The altmer was right; he was always right. Romlyn had never seen it that way, never even thought about it rationally. Hadn’t even thought it through. It had been nothing more than a vague idea, but he couldn’t accept that his fantasy was crushed this easily. Besides, Serano’s arguments didn’t answer the question Romlyn had asked weeks ago.

“But don’t you want to have children?”

“Not in this situation. Maybe if I still lived in my family’s mansion on Alinor and had married a woman… ”

Romlyn was certain he couldn’t have been more hurt if Serano had hit him with the fire spell after all.

Now that explained a lot. It was not like Serano didn’t want to have children; he just didn’t want to have any children with Romlyn.

He felt so stupid. He kept imagining all those ridiculous scenarios with a son or a daughter, long evenings wasted with pointless chatter in front of the fireplace, teaching their child the ways of the world, growing old together... He knew it sounded sappy, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted all those boring, normal things people had come to expect when they thought about marriage. That was what he had meant when he had talked about becoming a real family.

His husband was obviously not interested in any of that.

The altmer kept going. “Besides, the only way for us to get children is to adopt, and in Skyrim we will only get human ones. If I come back home with a human child, my family will disown me. I would never be able to go back home again, or at least not until our children are dead.”

“Oh.” Now that was a reason Romlyn hadn’t seen coming.

Everyone knew that most altmer tended to have slightly extreme views about the purity of their blood line. It was simply unheard of that an altmer decided to share his life with anyone that wasn’t an altmer of the opposite gender, so they could have nice, pure-blooded altmer children to strengthen the Dominion. There were exceptions, of course, but those relationships rarely worked out. Romlyn had always figured this antiquated racism wouldn’t be an issue between them. After all, he wasn’t just something Serano had on the side, they were married. Why worry about the race of one’s children when he had already decided to spite his kin by choosing an inappropriate spouse? As it stood, his marriage with a male dunmer would cause most altmer to look at Serano in disdain…

“Oh”, he repeated.

Romlyn had never even considered that their relationship might cause problems for his husband.

Serano was Romlyn’s only family. That fact tended to make him forget that this was not how it was the other way around. He remembered that Serano had told him once he had initially come to Skyrim to search for his brother; but there were probably more family members waiting for him back home. Eventually Romlyn would have to face them and hopefully convince them that he was the perfect match for Serano and a worthy addition to the family. If they wouldn’t accept non-altmer children then they couldn’t have any; it was as simple as that. If his hunch was correct then he would already have a hard time making Serano’s family accept him. There was no need to complicate matters even further.

Romlyn realized that he didn’t even know where exactly Serano came from. It was obvious that Skyrim was not his home country, but up to now he’d had no proof that Serano used to live on the Summerset Isles.

Serano never talked about such things.