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Re: Fire and Potions - 68/?

[(Anonymous)]

“I’d bet I’m murdered long before you die of old age. But it would be terribly inconvenient for me to collect. As I said, I’ve upset a lot of powerful people. Which, coincidentally, is why my name is such a sore topic. Well, that, and it was usually only used by people I didn’t like. The last time I heard it used, I was being sentenced guilty of a crime.”
“Oh?” Farengar asked. “Does this mean the hero of my people is secretly a criminal?”
Therion shrugged.
“I’m secretly a lot of things. Criminal is probably the least impressive among them,” he chuckled, adding, “And it’s hardly a secret.”
“And what was this particular crime?” Farengar pressed with eager curiosity. “Where you last heard your real name?”
Therion frowned, looking suddenly serious. He had said it was a sore topic, but Farengar couldn’t stand not knowing, and waited patiently for him to continue.
“Attempted murder,” Therion finally admitted.
"Attempted...?" Farengar asked in surprise. Therion was not someone who did things halfway.
"Yes,” Therion said bitterly. “I didn't know they were immortal. I didn't fail from lack of trying."
Farengar rested his chin in his hand, wondering at Therion’s past as he watched the elf’s hands clench into fists.
“What sort of immortality did they possess?” he asked in fascination. “Were they a vampire?”
“No, this was something… different. Besides possessing immortality, he was invulnerable.”
“Invulnerable…”
Farengar’s imagination fell short, trying to picture attacking something unkillable.
Therion grit his teeth.
“Yes. As in, you can carve out his heart and in return he will simply laugh at your efforts.”
Farengar arched an eyebrow, turning slightly pale.
“That... is a very specific example.”
Therion fell silent, bitterly looking away at nothing in particular.
Farengar bowed his head, guilt weighing in his chest. He had let curiosity outweigh his respect for Therion’s privacy. If nothing else, the Dragonborn’s penchant for secrecy was starting to make sense. Therion’s past seemed littered with painful memories, as well as incriminating stories.
“You must have hated that person very much,” Farengar said thoughtfully, trying to imagine what someone could do to Therion to inspire him to such violence.
"I still do," Therion said, his jaw tensing. "As you might imagine, they’re still alive."
"I shouldn't have pressed you about your past," Farengar said apologetically, leaning forward and following Therion's gaze over the sea.
Therion glanced over, giving him a small, kind smile. "It’s alright. I just don't want to burden you with the unpleasant details of my life."
"It's not a burden," Farengar replied quickly before he could think better of it. "I mean, I'm curious about you. Who you are. Where you’ve been. All of the things you’ve seen and done."
Therion smiled brighter, leaning closer, slowly closing the distance between them.
Farengar felt his heart beating faster the closer Therion came.
Pausing a breath away, Therion stared thoughtfully into Farengar’s cautious eyes, the weight of the Altmer’s gaze filled with unsaid words. Sighing, Therion rested his forehead against Farengar's, placing a hand at his cheek. Farengar nearly jerked away, startled by the careful, tender caress. He didn’t know how to respond to Therion’s loving touches, his heart in a panic. Love was a lie. A trap. An alluring, but ultimately ephemeral feeling. Unsure what to do, he froze.
The Altmer cupped his other cheek, stroking Farengar's ear with a thumb, his human features ever a curiosity.
Therion continued to gently explore with his hands. Whenever Farengar stiffened at his touch he paused, hand held still, waiting for permission to continue gently stroking his face. The tender, affectionate gestures continued to alarm and confuse Farengar, but as Therion persisted, his trepidation gradually disappeared, until he was touching the elf back.
Though his fingers trembled as he reached out, Farengar swallowed, pushing his anxiety to the back of his mind. For now, just for a moment, he didn’t have to think. He could allow himself this much.