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The Point of No Return 1/?
(Anonymous) 2013-06-09 03:42 am (UTC)(link)tags: relationship:het, race:Nord, char:F!PC, char:Vilkas, kink:angst, es:skyrim
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“Welcome home, love.” Vilkas called in the direction of the door banging open, offering a warm smile to the fair haired Nord who just walked in. It was rare he got to see his own wife. There was always something for her to do, some place for her to be.
“Hello.” Brielle said, giving him a small smile in return, the quirk in her pale lips vanishing just as quickly as it had appeared.
“There is some soup for dinner. Would you like some, Bri?”
“Sure.”
“So what have you been up to, my love?” Vilkas asked, eying her as he got out a bowl for her .
“Nothing of importance.” Brielle said tonelessly, her periwinkle eyes focused solely on what appeared to be a new dagger, holding it as if it were a precious newborn babe. It had a sinister quality to it, just looking at it made Vilkas’s stomach churn. The fact his wife had relations with several Daedric lords was not a secret. She was a collector of their armor and weaponry. And at times, it seemed to him she preferred the company of the mostly malevolent beings than that of the living ones around her.
“Here you are.” He said, placing the bowl of food in front of her with a spoon, and moving to sit down at the table to join her as she thanked him and began to eat. She was intriguing to look at in her abnormality. Her skin was only just darker than snow, like most Nords. Plus the fact she spent most of her time underground did not help that fact. She had light blonde medium length curly hair that was constantly disheveled looking, but always soft to the touch. Her features were almost too kittenish, if not for an ugly scar marring her lips and chin.
Shortly after, he found himself laying in bed, Brielle in his arms. She had never been a talkative girl, but she expressed her feelings with actions more often than words. Vilkas sighed contently as she placed soft kisses along his scruffy jawline.
“I love you, Brielle.” He whispered, nuzzling her neck.
“I know.” She responded, an indiscernible emotion upon her features. Before he could name it, his lips were captured by a fiercely passionate kiss. He was taken aback by the blatant show of affection, as things like this from Brielle were few and far in between. Something felt.. Off. For his own sake, he pushed that feeling away for now and just decided to enjoy the moment.
Re: The Point of No Return 1/?
(Anonymous) 2013-06-09 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)OP!
(Anonymous) 2013-06-10 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)Looking forward to chapter 2 :)
The Point of No Return 2/?
(Anonymous) 2013-06-12 03:18 am (UTC)(link)------
“Leaving so soon?” Vilkas asked, rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes. He propped himself up on the bed to see his wife slipping into her smallclothes. She had tried to leave his embrace without waking him, but he had woken as soon as the pleasant pressure of her lithe body was gone.
“Yes, unfortunately.” She replied with a sigh.
“Without me?” He asked, his voice quieter than before. He rose up from the bed as well, moving to kiss her forehead briefly.
“I do miss traveling with you. Fighting with you at my side.” Brielle admitted as she slipped into the revealing fur armor that Vilkas so loved to see her in. He stepped closer to her and pushed her gently to sit down on their bed.
“You know I miss that too. And I am ready to go anywhere with you, all you must do is ask.” He replied in earnest, kneeling before her and placing a kiss on her knee.
“Yes.. There is something I would like your help with actually.” She said, smiling as he slipped her fur boots on for her.
“Of course. When do we leave, my love?”
“Let’s go as soon as possible. It’s quite the journey.” Brielle responded, gently tipping his chin upwards and placing a light kiss on his lips. When they parted, she bit her lip slightly and looked away as if trying to decide something.
“What- ” He began, only to be cut off by the welcome presence of her ever soft lips. Vilkas kissed her just as tenderly, taking one of her hands, squeezing it just so. The simple show of love from Brielle made his chest swell with adoration for her, and reminded him that he was the luckiest man in all the world.
“I.. do not know what that was for, but do not mistake that for me being ungrateful.” He said with a low chuckle, lazily tracing the werewolf face on her armor. “So what are we hunting this time?”
“I prefer that to be a surprise.” She said, a sudden cold metallic edge to her tone. Almost as if she were hiding something from him. But what was he thinking? Brielle would never hide anything from him. He trusted her entirely, maybe too much. Nonetheless, he accepted her answer and put his own armor on.
Re: The Point of No Return 2/?
(Anonymous) 2013-06-29 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)