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First Husband - M!DB/Borgakh 10/13
(Anonymous) 2013-04-16 01:26 am (UTC)(link)“Is that not how it’s done?” She looked slightly defensive, rather than embarrassed.
“No, you’ve covered all the important points.” He leaned in and dropped his voice a notch, “I think something could be arranged.” He pulled his by now rather cold feet from the water. “After we get our gear back and maybe something to eat. I don’t think this scrap metal’s gonna sell for much.”
Dyce was still trying to work out the best way to retrieve his equipment, and how to get out of Markarth if they were still on a wanted list, when Thonar Silver-Blood, an overladen servant in tow, made his way up the steps to the bridge they were sitting on.
“Hm, this should be interesting,” Dyce said.
“It seems I was wrong about you,” he greeted them. “You killed Madanach. I still don’t know why he slew Betrid, but his only punishment would have been death.”
“I think he was planning to break out,” Dyce said. “He’d had enough of doing your dirty work.”
“Then I’m grateful you were there to pick up the slack. Your crimes have been expunged from the record-”
“They weren’t my crimes to start with!”
“Well, it turned out for the best then, didn’t it? Here are your things.” He gestured to the servant who placed the bundles down in front of them with obvious relief. “And now, I think it would be best for you if you let things alone from now on. You stuck your nose in and nearly got it cut off; you might not be so lucky next time.”
And with that, he turned and left them. Dyce made a rude gesture at his back, but frankly he was relieved. The sooner he left this mess behind him, the better. There wasn’t really anywhere suitable to get changed, and Dyce draped his cloak around him and hefted his pack.
“Let’s go to the inn,” he suggested.
“Right behind you,” Borgakh said. “Are you going to go after that man?”
“Nah. He’s an ally, at least until the war’s over. It’ll take a better politician than I to fix what’s wrong with this place.”
“You could kill him, like you killed the Forsworn king.”
“That’s an Orc’s solution. People are connected. Once you start killing them, it gets quite hard to stop. I don’t like killing people.”
They made their way to the Silver-Blood in (Dyce realised there really was no getting away from that family in Markarth) and sat by the fire, ordering and devouring vast quantities of food.
“Imagine living down there for twenty years,” Dyce said, mopping gravy off his place with a slice of bread. “Or better yet, don’t.”
“I’m so glad you got us out of there,” Borgakh said.
“You did your fair share,” Dyce pointed out. “The look on Borkul’s face when he realised you were going to win the fight.”
“I really wasn’t as certain as I pretended that I was going to win,” she said softly, looking down at her bruised hands.
“I know.”
She looked oddly pleased with herself, or maybe him.
“Shall we go to bed?” he asked, and he willed her, with everything he had, not to mention marriage.
He didn’t have to worry. She drained the rest of her mead and got to her feet almost immediately. “I’d worried you’d forgotten.”
Dyce laughed. He’d paid for a room when he’d ordered their meals, and the first thing he did when they arrived was pull all the furs off the bed.
“What are you doing?” Borgakh asked, hovering a bit uncertainly.
“These,” Dyce gestured at the bed. “Are genuine Dwemer stone beds, and if you’re insane, you sleep on them like that. However, if you want to wake up without a broken back, the trick is to unroll your bedroll over the top.” He demonstrated, and then dumped the furs back into place before dusting off his hands. “Honestly, it’s no surprise they all died out.”
“You know a lot of things,” Borgakh said.
Dyce shrugged and added his cloak to the pile on the bed, “I’ve travelled around a bit.” He smiled at her and tilted his head in invitation, “Come on, enough about me. I want to kiss you some more.”
Their height difference was more pronounced now that they were standing up, but Dyce well knew a Breton was severely limiting himself in Skyrim if he refused to crane his neck a little.
Re: First Husband - M!DB/Borgakh 10/13
(Anonymous) 2013-04-16 05:53 am (UTC)(link)On a less bloodthirsty note, these two are very sweet. :)
Re: First Husband - M!DB/Borgakh 10/13
(Anonymous) 2013-04-16 11:37 am (UTC)(link)Very well done Dyce!Anon! It's always a pleasure (pun mostly unintended) to read your work.
Re: First Husband - M!DB/Borgakh 10/13
(Anonymous) 2013-04-16 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)