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Adoration 15/?
(Anonymous) 2014-04-06 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)--
“Sahara…” Ulfric breathed, shell-shocked. He took a step toward her, intending to apologize but she stood, gracefully and coolly.
“My Jarl,” She bowed, “I should be on my way.” She brushed past him and he stared at her, tense and disgusted with himself. After awhile he managed to unfreeze himself and run after her but she was gone. He scrubbed his face with his hand in frustration. What had he done?
Days turned to weeks as Ulfric tried again and again to corner her and apologize, heck, he would even grovel and beg for her forgiveness but every time he tried she would pull down her pants and bend over, effectively cutting off all his intentions of apologizing and every time they finished she would pull up her pants, bow and leave him cold, dissatisfied and ashamed of himself.
He wasn’t the only one who had noticed the change in her. Galmar had been glaring at him and Ralof, despite trying to hide it, exuded so much hate that it surprised him that the captain didn’t just go up to him while he slept to off him. Snow-Hammer, as Sahara was now called, had successfully intercepted a Legion courier and they were now taking over Fort Snowhawk. He wasn’t very worried seeing as there weren’t that many Legionnaires in the Fort at the moment. Soon he would issue an attack to Fort Hraggstad and finally, Solitude. He intended to join his soldiers in Solitude and if all goes to plan, he would force Elisif to swear allegiance to him.
Months ago he would have forced Elisif into the position of High Queen seeing as she was groomed to be the High Queen the moment she had been chosen to marry Torygg but times have changed. He couldn’t see the beautiful Nord as the High Queen, not anymore. What he saw in his mind and dreams was a little alarming but not quite shocking as he knew at the back of his mind that he was feeling something for the little Dunmer that had been tormenting his thoughts day and night. It scared him, made him realize that all his life he had thought the Dunmer as something just a little higher than animals, lower than them, with no lives or feelings, just beings that lived in a section of his city.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Ulfric sighed and waited. He’d been doing a lot of waiting lately. He planned to have his soldiers attack Hraggstad in a week’s time, to shuffle things up, so the Legion wouldn’t expect them. He heard the massive doors open and close but he didn’t move from his throne. He watched Sahara sashay into view in her Stormcloak armor. Ever since that Forsworn incident she never wore anything other than the Stormcloak armor in front of him. He never thought he’d miss the admittedly sexy armor.
“Snowhawk is ours, my Jarl.” She said coolly, bowing.
“I didn’t think otherwise, Stormblade.” Ulfric grumbled, eyeing his best warrior, “Rest. In a week’s time you’re going to see Galmar in the Stormcloak camp in Haafingar.”
“Yes, my Jarl.” She hesitated, glancing nervously at the war room, “Am I dismissed, my Jarl?”
“Yes,” Ulfric grunted and watched her leave when all he wanted to do was to fuck her to Oblivion. Of course, she wouldn’t like that and he wanted to make amends to her before he does that.
What was wrong with him?
He never realized how cold his throne was.
Adoration 16/?
(Anonymous) 2014-04-06 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)He wasn’t sure why he was nervous though. He paced and waited for hours. News would come in the form of a certain Dunmer. Was she the reason that he was as nervous as a boy bedding his first woman?
The doors creaked open and Sahara stalked in. Her armor was ripped and she was bloody in places but the injuries were minor, nothing a spell wouldn’t cure. It didn’t sit well with him that she was the Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold. He never was one for the magic users.
“Hraggstad is ours, my Jarl.” Sahara said, bowing. Ulfric nodded.
“And the men?”
“Not too injured.” She said, “Give a few days of rest and we’ll be good as new.”
“Good.” Ulfric said, “We storm Solitude at week’s end.”
“Yes, my Jarl.” Sahara said and turning to leave.
“Did I say you were dismissed?” Ulfric asked coldly. Sahara stiffened and made her way back in front of his throne. She was tense and didn’t meet his eyes, “What did I say about where you’re looking at while I am speaking?”
She lifted her eyes hesitantly. Her crimson eyes were bloodshot but blank. This was the eyes of the Listener, the eyes that the dying see just as their soul leaves them. He had put it there in his arrogance and he wanted to make amends.
“Follow.” He said snappily, stalking past the war room and up to his chambers. Sahara closed the door and hesitated before starting to undress, “Stop.” He snarled, not wanting the distraction. She froze and fixed her clothes once more.
“My Jarl?” She cocked her head sideways.
“Ulfric,” He ground out and she bowed her head.
“Ulfric,” She murmured, shivering slightly. So he did still affect her. He sighed and walked towards her.
“Sahara.” She shivered again as his velvet voice seduced her, “About the Forsworn,” She stiffened, she knew this was coming.
“I know where Madanach hides, my Jarl. I can kill him for you if that is what you wish.” Sahara said though she didn’t want to. The old coot reminded her of Galmar.
Adoration 165/?
(Anonymous) 2014-04-06 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)“Ulfric?” He looked at her and saw confusion, curiosity and…hope. He saw hope in her eyes and it felt like a dozen arrows were shot straight to his heart and he knew that he would go through it all just to see her smile and earn her forgiveness.
“I wanted to say,” He gave a shuddering sigh, “That I’m sorry.” She seemed surprised, “I’m sorry for everything that I did, for the—the discrimination and the callousness,” It felt like a dam had broke open in him and everything came pouring out, “But I’m most sorry for treating you the way I did.” He knelt and she gasped as he hung his head, “I know it will be hard to forgive me, lass,” His voice grew rougher, deeper with emotion, “But I hope that you do someday.” Shudders wracked his body but he didn’t cry. He hasn’t cried in years; not since the Thalmor imprisoned him and his father had died. He wasn’t even sure if he was still capable of it.
Sahara wasn’t sure what to think. Here was Ulfric Stormcloak, leader of the Rebellion, the Bear of Markarth, on his knees, in front of her, begging for forgiveness. Her heart ached at the sight. She saw how exhausted he looked, the dark circles under his eyes a dead giveaway and he looked as though the weight of the world was on his broad shoulders. She thought it was the war taking its toll on him and she strove to attain victory after victory but every time she saw him, he had grown more weary. Now she knew why. Guilt was eating away at him, leaving him with nothing but emptiness. It broke her heart to see such a strong, proud man reduced to this.
“Ulfric,” She sighed and leaned over him, hugging his head and shoulders to her. Even kneeling he was large. He reached just below her breasts. At first he didn’t react then slowly, his arms came around her waist, holding her tightly and pressing his face against her stomach.
“I’m sorry,” He whispered over and over again, shuddering.
“Of course you’re forgiven,” Sahara said softly, tears welling up in her eyes as she let all the pent up emotions from weeks past boil up from where she had pushed it away. She started to shiver and sob as she held him tighter, wanting this moment to never end. It was almost perfect, except he didn’t love her, not really. He was just guilty and Ulfric was a good man despite all his flaws.
Slowly Sahara slid to the floor and Ulfric gathered her up in his arms, rocking her, comforting her, something that she never dared hope for.
She buried her face in his chest and sobbed.
Ulfric had never actually held a woman so intimately without it being sexual. He let Sahara cry, allowed her this moment of weakness and marveled at how right she felt safe in his arms. He never expected her, never expected that the nine-year-old child that he almost trampled over with his horse that first trot he took in the Gray Quarter would result in this. By the Nines, he never even related the two events until now. She had looked up at him with adoration, something he rarely saw in the Dunmeri eyes. He didn’t think much about it as he made his dislike of their race known. How wrong he was to do that. He vowed to make amends as soon as the seat of the High King was his and he had secured a High Queen.
He hoped the latter was easier than it seems to.
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Re: Adoration 16.5/?
(Anonymous) 2014-04-06 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Adoration 165/?
(Anonymous) 2014-04-06 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)good job and keep them coming!
Re: Adoration 165/?
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