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ANNOUNCEMENTS: UPDATED 12/16/2017

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Re: What happens in Markarth stays in Markarth 14

[(Anonymous)]

“Oh.” Hryssa sighed and stroke with her hands over his bulky arms as if she was his mother rather than he being her personal guard. “Argis, sweetheart, don’t you dare to do wrong by her.”
“I won’t. You sure you’ll be alright then?”
He gave Ondolemar another mean glance, and wouldn’t leave until Hryssa had reassured him at least five more times that she could handle herself. Ondolemar did not doubt the truth in that statement, but still sighed from relief when she closed the door behind her protective house carl.
“Lavender”, she said and walked up to him, stopped one step below him and smiled. “I’m surprised to see you here.”
“This looks like a nice home”, Ondolemar said, a bit stiffly as he really had no idea where to start. It had been easier in his head before he left his office, but now, when she was standing in front of him, her eyes fixed at him in that way only she could, those lips that he just wanted to kiss again and… oh by all things holy, her wet hair was dripping all over the front of her white dress. Ondolemar found it difficult to not stare at her firm breasts in this semi-transparent state of her clothes; she was properly dressed but at the same time almost naked and he was already having a hard time concentrating in her presence. He cleared his throat and made sure to focus on her face. This would certainly not be easier if he let his head spin.
“Thank you, I like it here”, Her voice deep and musky and a small hint of fruit from her breath. One of her hands sneaked into his - not a small hand, but still smaller than his; warm as her lips but calloused and strong. “Come, let me show you around.” She walked past him up the rest of the ramp, a quick smile towards him over her shoulder which urged him to follow. And without words he followed, like a dog on a leech. He had to remind himself that he wasn’t here for leisure, he was here for reasons he in reality didn’t want to discuss, even though he had to. In the middle of the hall he stopped quite abruptly, making her tumble backwards against his chest. Without thinking about it, he placed his hands around her waist and rested his chin against her shoulder before speaking.
“No.” He sighed. “This nonsense will have to stop. As much as I’d love to have a guided tour of your home, I’m here in official Thalmor business.” And those simple words made him feel guilty, made him want to explain why he even was doing the work he did. He wasn’t supposed to feel guilt, and furthermore, he wasn’t supposed to embrace her like this, he wasn’t supposed to want her, yet still he did. He couldn’t be all that wrong.
Hryssa turned around in his embrace and put her arms around his neck, facing him. She was still collected, only a flash of white over her irises as a minor sign of concern.
“I know why you’re here, Lavender.” Hryssa said, “You reek of it.”
She knew? And still she let him in. Bold, to say the least. “Reek? Of what?”
“Regret.” She stated it as simply as if it had been spices, and in her nose it just might be quite similar. She took this extremely easy, maybe a bit too easy. She was supposed to crawl on the floor, begging him to look the other way, begging for mercy. And here she was, doing the completely opposite. Ondolemar was so confused that he just nodded. Regret. That would be quite accurate.