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Re: Nightshade and Juniper 22.11
(Anonymous) 2013-07-27 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)Nepos sighed heavily, rolling his eyes. “Come with me, and for the love of Anu, do try to get a grip. We can't have everyone thinking you've completely lost it.”
“I could have you executed, you know,” Madanach grumbled, following in Nepos' wake.
“So you could and you've been saying that for over thirty years and have yet to do it. I'll rest easy a while longer,” said Nepos calmly as he made his way out to the central court area. He stepped out of the way, motioning for Madanach and Liriel to make their way out, and to Liriel's surprise, she could hear Eola, sounding exactly as she used to.
“Hogni, you are an absolute sweetheart, thank you so much!”
“Well, you know, I had some special meat come in and thought it should go to a special princess,” said Hogni, sounding a little embarrassed. “Bloody and rare, just how you like it.”
“You know me too well,” Eola purred, smiling up at him as she took another bite of the steak he'd brought her, sighing in delight as she swallowed the pieces down. “Hogni, you bring me regular deliveries like this, you can be my blood-brother when I'm queen.”
“That's too kind of you,” Hogni said, definitely blushing now, and Madanach was just staring in amazement.
“She's up,” he whispered. “Dressed, in that old studded armour of hers, as if I've not got her a whole wardrobe of things to wear, but still dressed and out of bed, day two of her time and she's fine, look at her!” He looked absolutely transfixed, smile starting to spread across his face as he watched Hogni take his leave and Eola tucking in to her steak. Next to her was Cicero in his motley, eyes not leaving the meat for a second.
“Sister,” he whined, tugging at her arm. “Sister, I'm hungry...”
“Did you want some, Cicero?” Eola sighed, carving off a bit for him. Liriel put a hand to her mouth, not sure she wanted to see this, but on the other hand, at least Cicero had to have guessed that was probably not beef or venison she was eating. He nodded enthusiastically, opening his mouth wide for Eola to feed him, taking the meat off her fork and swallowing it down, looking worryingly cheerful about the whole thing. He wiped his mouth delicately with a napkin and folded his hands on the table, smiling at Eola with genuine affection and happiness in his eyes. Eola stopped chewing and looked back at him.
“What?” she asked, grin on her own face. “Something in my hair?”
“No, no,” Cicero said softly. “Cicero just likes looking at you. Cicero did not think he would ever know another like him.”
Eola put her fork down, smile widening and her whole expression softening.
“Same here,” she said quietly, reaching for his hand. Cicero took hers and lifted it to his lips, and that was when Liriel realised Madanach's face had turned from joyous amazement to incensed rage, lightning crackling at his fingers.
“Madanach, don't you even dare!” Liriel cried, voice ringing out, and as one, Cicero and Eola looked up, faces frozen in identical looks of horror.
“Oh this is not happening,” Eola whispered, looking absolutely mortified. Cicero just meeped before diving under the table, taking cover under solid Dwemer stonework that looked like it could stand up to even Madanach's magic.
“WHAT IN THE NAME OF SITHIS IS GOING ON HERE???” Madanach roared. Cicero howled in terror, cowering under the table. “I DID NOT MAKE YOU BLOOD-BROTHER SO YOU COULD SEDUCE MY LITTLE GIRL!!”
“He did not seduce me!” Eola cried. “I'm quite capable of making my own decisions!”
“You've been bed-ridden all week!” Madanach snapped at her. Eola slammed down her cutlery and got to her feet, moving with all the predatory grace Liriel remembered.
“I'm feeling better,” Eola growled. “Healthy and strong and fed, and if I decide I want a man in my bed, that is my business and no one else's, father!”
Re: Nightshade and Juniper 22.12
(Anonymous) 2013-07-27 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)“I am not a little girl!” Eola announced, drawing herself up to her full height and shaking her hair back. “I'm twenty five years old!”
“You're in a vulnerable and delicate mental state!” Madanach shouted back.
“I'm not delicate!” Eola yelled. “Or fragile, or vulnerable, or anything like that! I'm a Forsworn-trained nightblade, priestess of Sithis, Winterhold-trained mage and as fearless and capable as you are! I can decide for myself who I'm going to love!”
“Love??” Madanach seethed. “Eola, he was having an affair with your sister!” By now the entire court had fallen silent, all gathering around to watch what had to be the single most interesting turn in Madanach and Eola's complicated relationship.
“I know!” Eola shouted. “But Kaie is dead, Da! She's not coming back! Her dance is over! Damned if I'm turning my back on someone I love just because my sister took a shine to him once!”
Cicero had peeped out from under the table, blinking as if he wasn't sure he'd heard that correctly. Eola ignored him, eyes not leaving her father. She had her hands on her hips, clearly in no mood to back down, no mean feat considering most people faced with an angry Madanach usually ran or prostrated themselves in terror.
Madanach looked no less grim, but the anger at least had subsided. He lowered his hands, spells flickering out of existence.
“How long,” he said quietly. “How long has this been going on, Eola?”
Eola did look away then, folding her arms and looking defensive.
“I always liked him. Ever since I first met him at Falkreath, after he killed Astrid. But nothing happened, Da. He didn't even seem interested at first. Then later, a little – but he still mostly avoided me. Before the battle of Windhelm, we finally talked it over but I could see he was still pining over Kaie so told him to go after her. Then she got herself killed and...” Eola took a deep breath before continuing. “Cicero and I mourned together, but nothing happened between us. I knew I'd have to come here by then, didn't think it'd ever go anywhere with him so I just said goodbye and left. Didn't see him again until last night, and that's the first time we've been together, I swear it, Da. He didn't cheat on Kaie, I promise. Not unless cuddling is cheating, and he cuddles everyone.”
Madanach said nothing, but something in his stance had softened just slightly, and Liriel had a feeling that maybe, just maybe, he was going to relent.
“Liriel,” said Madanach thoughtfully. “You said Cicero wasn't always... like he is. That he was more normal once, until he ended up alone for a decade.”
Liriel confirmed this was so. “Why do you ask?”
“So... it's a response to events and not inborn then? It's not hereditary?”
“I don't think so,” said Liriel, beginning to smile as she realised where Madanach was going with this. So did Eola, because she was looking up, astonished.
“Da? What are you saying?”
“It's too soon for either of you to be getting married,” Madanach growled. “Mourn Kaie properly first, both of you. She deserves no less. However, seeing as he's managed to make you smile for the first time in weeks, I suppose I can permit some form of courtship for now. But no getting engaged for at least six months, and no wedding in the next year, understand?”
Eola stared at her father, hardly able to believe her ears.
“You... you mean it?” she gasped. “You don't mind?”
“Of course I mind, the man's a gibbering halfwit,” Madanach growled. “But if he makes you happy, I suppose I'll have to live with it, won't I?”
Next thing Liriel knew, Eola had flung her arms around her father, clinging on to him tightly, head resting on his chest.
Re: Nightshade and Juniper 22.13
(Anonymous) 2013-07-27 12:36 pm (UTC)(link)“I love you too,” Madanach said roughly, kissing her forehead and hugging her back. “Cariad, you should have told me. If I'd known you were unhappy because you missed your lover, I'd have sent for him weeks ago.”
“Didn't think you'd approve,” Eola said. “And you nearly threw lightning at him when you saw us, so I wasn't wrong, was I?”
“No,” Madanach admitted. “But if he makes you happy... he does make you happy, doesn't he?”
“He does,” Eola reassured him, smiling. “Very much.”
“Good,” Madanach growled, giving Eola another kiss on the forehead. “He'd better.” He turned to where Cicero was crawling out from under the table, looking hopeful. “And as for you, Garra-Lann. If you mistreat, abuse, cheat on or treat my daughter with anything less than the greatest of respect, you had better run and hide because not even Liriel will be able to save you from my wrath. Do we understand each other?”
“Yes sir,” Cicero gasped. “Cicero would never permit any harm to come to sweet Eola, sir. Cicero is a good boy! Cicero loves his sweet sister!”
“I'm glad to hear it. Make sure it stays that way.” Madanach turned and made his way over to where Liriel was waiting for him with a proud smile and a hug which turned into a kiss as passionate as any Cicero and Eola had shared.
“Look at him,” Eola sighed, shaking her head. “Has a go at me for having someone then starts copping a feel of the Listener. Fathers are such hypocrites.”
“Cicero wouldn't know, he never had one,” Cicero said, finally emerging from beneath the table and getting to his feet. He glanced shyly up at Eola, peeping at her from under his eyelashes. “Eola meant it? Eola is in love with sweet Cicero?”
Eola hesitated, then nodded.
“Yeah,” she admitted. “You're adorable and sweet and patient and funny and you're a true-born killer like me. You get me. You understand my... needs. I'd given up hope of finding someone who actually understood and didn't find me intimidating. A lot of people do. I can't think why.”
Cicero, having seen her tear into a man's liver with her teeth before now, could think exactly why, but wisely said nothing. Instead he just took Eola into his arms and held her close.
“Cicero loves you too, sweetling,” he murmured. “Cicero was worried. Cicero missed you. Cicero is glad you're happy again.”
“So am I,” Eola said, forehead resting against Cicero's. “I really missed you. Thank you. For everything.”
Cicero just giggled and kissed her again, tasting blood on her lips still and that made him want to kiss her even more. Really, he should have taken her to bed ages ago, but then again, that might have made Madanach reconsider throwing lightning at him and Cicero would rather not be on the receiving end of that.
“Come on,” said Eola softly. “Let's go see Liriel. I need to thank her for turning up when she did. I think you and her between you just saved my life.”
Quite possibly – Eola still looked far too skinny, but at least she wasn't so pale now. Never mind. She was Cicero's now. Cicero would take care of her. Cicero would love her and feed her and tend to her, and if there eventually did turn out to be giggling red-haired grandchildren in the House of Madanach after all, Cicero would tend to them too and teach them to sneak and stab and follow the Tenets and serve the Listener and love the Night Mother. Yes, yes, grandchildren for Mother! Perhaps, perhaps. All things in time. He followed Eola to where sweet Listener Liriel was still cuddling the Reach-King. About the only way today could go any better was if he got the chance to stab someone. Never mind. If he was patient and very good and hung around Madanach long enough, it was just possible he might get the chance.
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A/N: Cicero and Eola are very sweet together, aren't they? For a Daedra-worshipping cannibal and a giggling lunatic whose number one hobby is stabbing people, anyway.
Madanach as crazy overprotective father is a lot of fun to write too. He's probably one of the few people out there capable of successfully intimidating Cicero.
Next chapter, Madanach gets the proof he needs but not in the way he'd have liked, and it's time for Eola to finally really show what she's made of.
Re: Nightshade and Juniper 22.13
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(Anonymous) 2013-07-30 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)In game, I really didn't like all the Forsworn characters/Markarth in general; but you've managed to take all the characters and make them loveable and give them depth whilst still retaining the more psychopathic qualities that they have...looking forward to the next chapter!
Re: Nightshade and Juniper 22.13
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