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"Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 6e/??

[(Anonymous)]

“There was a job that I needed to do.”

Brynjolf frowned. “I hope the gold was worth your pound of flesh.”
“They were Thalmor.”

“It’s that sort of thinking that sired the war.”

“And that is a gross oversimplification.”

For a moment, it looked almost as if Brynjolf might hit him in the face, or just walk away entirely. But his jaw eased and the tension melted out of his shoulders and his eyes fell fondly to Audric’s own. “Just once, can’t you put some faith in my wisdom?” he was joking, of course.

“You’re old, Bryn, not wise,” Audric smacked his arm. “Besides, I don’t put faith in much.”

“Mm.”

The two of them sat side by side, leaning into one another, Audric’s head on Brynjolf’s shoulder as they gazed out at the darkened windows of Goldenglow. The property looked stark and abandoned without its old patrol.

“I don’t want you doing these outside jobs,” Brynjolf murmured. “Look where that got Etienne.”

“Every time you try to tell me what to do, I want you to remember that I wanted to turn down the position of Guildmaster”

“I’m not asking as your right hand, lad, I’m asking as your friend.”

Audric sighed. “I can’t heed that request. The work I’m doing is important – though, I often wish it wasn’t my burden.”

Pulling back, Brynjolf gazed at Audric a while, his expression inscrutable. “You called it your burden. I don’t know Audric Bellamy to suffer anyone’s burdens, including his own. What is this wearisome errand you’re carrying out?”

I’m purging the world of an ancient and terrible race, he thought sullenly. I’m fulfilling a destiny I don’t entirely acknowledge.

“You won’t tell me,” Brynjolf smiled grimly. “Fine, keep your secrets, and I’ll keep mine.”

It was hard to imagine that Brynjolf had many secrets.

At long last, he pulled Audric against him, kissed him on the temple and whispered in his ear, “Master Bellamy, might I call upon you this evening in your home, or are you still entertaining your fugitive guest?”

Audric whined, wrapping his arms around Brynjolf’s waist. “Please, take me here on the landing, no one need be the wiser.”

“As if you could quiet yourself for even a second,” Brynjolf teased him. “You know,” his voice reeked of the same oiled charisma as if he were peddling Essence of Spriggan’s Breath or some such fanciful ware. “Goldenglow is up for sale. Maven needs a new overseer.”

Audric scoffed. “Divines save that sod’s poor soul.” Working for Maven, even indirectly as he sometimes did, nauseated him, at best. It was his quiet and eventual goal to cut the guild’s ties with her entirely; if he’d wanted any part in political intrigue, he would’ve stayed in High Rock.

“Oh, I don’t know. Think about it: that whole, big house to ourselves, running the guild from a comfortable distance…”
“Ourselves?”

“You could keep Honeyside, let your friend stay at his leisure, and we wouldn’t have to spare coin just to catch up after your long excursions – not that we don’t take it right back, but that’s hardly the point –”

“Wait, wait, slow down. Are you suggesting I buy Goldenglow?”

“Not at all,” Brynjolf beamed cheerfully. “I’m suggesting that we buy it, together. Go in on it in halves, as that would only be fair.”

Audric felt as if his stomach had dissolved and he dearly wished that the rest of his body might follow suit. “And then what? A happy announcement? You don’t seem the type and you know I’m not. What kind of stunt are you trying to pull here, exactly?”

Brynjolf’s big, sonorous laugh rang over the lake, scaring a thrush into flight. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Crossing his arms, indignant now, Audric rolled his eyes.

"Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 6f/??

[(Anonymous)]

“I was merely suggesting that it might be nice to put ourselves up in some privacy together, without the looming presence of your house guest or your housecarl, for that matter. And without the presence of Mercer’s memory…” his eyes drifted to their corners, as if he could see Riftweald manor from here. “It was a lark anyway, a fantasy. I feel about as good as you do about living so closely under Maven’s thumb – as if her new title doesn’t put us too close for comfort, as is.”

Ever since he had agreed to aid Ulfric in recovering his political stature, Audric would occasionally entertain the idea of having Maven deposed, preferably in a public and humiliating fashion.

“Well, I need to get to bed; I’m really and truly tired.”
Brynjolf stood and offered his hand, pulled Audric to his feet. His eyes traveled slowly, predacious, along Audric’s body. “That armor looks better on you than it does me.”

“I don’t know about that.” The memory of the first time they’d donned the Nightingale armor together was still crisp in his mind. “Nocturnal’s uniform does you more favors than you deserve.”

The two of them walked together, back into the city and at a leisurely pace along the canals until they found themselves in the low light of the lantern by Audric’s door.

“Goodnight, Bellamy. Get some rest. I’ll pawn your numbers off on Karliah, this time.”

“Thank you.”

“And when next you decide to go gallivanting off to places you don’t belong, tell me.”

“Why, so you can try to stop me?” Audric chortled.

Gently, Brynjolf placed his hand on Audric’s neck, the pads of his fingers weighing against his skin. “So I can worry about you properly.”

Audric stood, in mild confusion, and watched until Brynjolf faded into the shadows before he finally turned and unlocked his front door.

Ulfric was sitting in the kitchen, writing in a journal. As Audric’s eyes found the points of him, his thoughts became a snarled tangle of like and dislike, of admiration and loathing, of pity and antipathy. Unknowing, Ulfric looked up from his work and even afforded him a slight, tentative smile. “Good evening.”

Audric nodded and passed into his bedroom. He slipped out of his armor out of eyesight. “I was expecting a lecture,” he admitted at length.

“Whatever for?”

“I was much longer than I said I’d be.”

Ulfric considered this in silence, thoughtful, discerning. “I was...troubled, by the protracted absence, but I saw you come up the south road.”

As Audric crawled into bed, he wondered what else Ulfric had seen; moreover, he wondered why it bothered him so.

Re: "Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 6f/??

[(Anonymous)]

I only just found this fic, and enjoying it immensely. You write so well and I'm intrigued to see where the story will go to, looking forward to your next installments!

Re: "Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 6f/??

[(Anonymous)]

I will keep patientlt checking back on this fic! Can't wait to hear what Ulfric thinks about Audric breaking into the Embassy, and to hear them discuss THAT dossier...