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Dragonborn the Silver/Golden Years
Date: 2013-02-16 07:22 am (UTC)I'll take anything - any race, any pairing or none. Make it funny, fluffy, angsty or utterly heartbreaking. Smut is also welcome; silver foxes/vixens can apply here. Just wanna see what some DBs are up to when they've got a few wrinkles and grey hairs.
No noncon/dubcon/bathroom stuff please.
Reunion 1/2 M!DB/Quaranir
Date: 2013-02-16 11:37 am (UTC)Summary: Markus finally goes home.
“Dads! Hey dads, wake up.”
“What? Is it wolves again?” Markus opened his eyes and reached for his sword, while Quaranir spread his hands, lighting arcing between them.
Hroar shook his head and laughed. “No, nothing like that. Look.” He pointed with one brawny arm at the horizon ahead of them. Markus’s breath caught as he saw, for the first time in nearly thirty years, the White-Gold Tower gleaming in the afternoon sun.
“Ah, we’re nearly there.” Quaranir smiled. The Altmer looked as he had always done; beautiful and unruffled by the passage of time. But his devotion to Markus had not faded, even as the years had turned the Imperial’s hair grey, and thickened both his voice and his middle.
The rumbling of the cart wheels and the clopping of the horses hooves and lulled them to sleep, but now that their destination was in sight, all thoughts of dozing in the sun had fled, and they picked their way through the goods piled in the tray to sit next to Hroar as he drove.
Hroar was nearly as tall as Quaranir now, and Markus had to squint to see the scabby-kneed orphan he’d once been. It was only a matter of time before he left; Markus had told him he could seek his fortune when he could afford a proper set of armour, and he knew he’d been saving up. Hroar didn’t know it yet, but Markus was planning to give him the legendary sword and shield he had wielded against Alduin, confident he’d use them well.
This was their last chance to visit the Imperial city before he left, while he was still their son and not quite yet a man.
“I just hope I can remember where everything is,” Markus said. “With a bit of luck not too much has changed.”
“It’s huge,” Hroar said, as they crested the rise and came in sight of the rest of the city. “Are we really going to be able to see everything in three weeks?”
“We’re going to try,” Markus said. He planned to spend a lot of time catching up with his family, but Quaranir and Hroar would not lack for things to do in the meantime.
“Mm, there’s an excellent library here,” Quaranir mused. He dutifully continued his research in the laboratory Markus had installed in their home, and sent and received great numbers of reports from his fellow monks. The lack of reference materials in Skyrim irritated him greatly, and Markus was constantly pressing his trading partners for rare books to give his husband.
“Really? A library? Is that the best you can do, Da?” Despite Quaranir’s best efforts, Hroar had not shown any interest in scholarship.
“Books should be respected.”
“Yes, Da.”
They fell silent as they joined the heavy traffic flowing into the city, and had to concentrate on where they were going. Markus found himself inundated by the sights and sounds and smells of his youth, from the food the street vendors sold to the unmistakable stench of the Imperial City’s overused waterways.
Hroar was a bit overwhelmed by it all, as was their horse, and Markus took the reigns and let Hroar gape at the scenery while Markus calmed the old girl down.
Markus’s sister, Domitia, put them up. They barely recognised each other at first, but once the family in-jokes started coming and the reminiscing began, it was as if he’d never been away. Markus could tell she was impressed by Hroar and somewhat nonplussed by Quaranir, but she welcomed them both and plied them with food and wine.
“We’ll have a big family dinner tomorrow, and you can meet your nieces and their families,” she said. “But I thought you might be tired from your journey.”
“That’s very kind of you,” Quaranir said.
“Oh, I thought we could go out tonight,” Hroar said, somewhat downcast.
Markus chuckled, “Easy, pup. The nightlife will still be there tomorrow.”
Reunion 2/2 M!DB/Quaranir
Date: 2013-02-16 11:39 am (UTC)Maybe he’d slept too much on the cart, because despite the late hour he remained awake, looking at the ceiling.
“You didn’t tell her, did you?” Quaranir was awake too. “About the Dragonborn thing.”
“Of course I didn’t. How do you say something like that? Besides, I don’t want my family to see me as some great hero.”
“Your family already does,” Quaranir pointed out, a touch sharply.
Markus sighed, “That’s not what I mean. It was enough that I took off for Skyrim and never came back. I’ll always regret not coming home before my father died. If I tell them now, it just sounds like an excuse.” He heard Quaranir move under the covers and felt the mer’s long, cool fingers wrap around his own.
“I don’t think they’d see it as an excuse,” Quaranir said. “But it’s your decision.”
“I’ll think about it, I suppose. If Hroar doesn’t accidentally spill the beans to his cousins in the meantime.”
Quaranir chuckled.
Markus loved his laugh. It was all the more precious because it was rare, although over the years he heard it more and more often. He rolled closer and Quaranir opened his arms and embraced him.
“You know I don’t really feel all that tired,” he said.
He felt Quaranir smile and shift against him, “Neither do I.”
“Well then...”
They didn’t need light. They knew every inch of each other’s skin. They’d been virgins when they’d first fumbled around in that Winterhold Inn, but they’d pursued mastery of each other’s pleasure with great dedication in the months and years following. Quaranir acquired books on the subject and Markus had the courage to suggest they try what was in them. Some nights all they managed was helpless laughter.
Tonight was not one of those nights. Tonight they simply stroked each other and kissed, drawing comfort in a place that was strange to Quaranir and unsettlingly familiar to Markus. And when they were spent they fell asleep and slept late.
Some noise from the street woke them, and then they realised there was a lot of conversation in the rooms below.
“Are they here already?” Quaranir asked, yawning. “I thought they were coming for dinner, not lunch.”
“I thought so too. We’d better get up and see.”
They got dressed hurriedly and walked downstairs, in time to hear Hroar saying, in the dramatic tones of a true Nordic storyteller, “Dragonborn!” to a presumably enraptured audience.
Markus and Quaranir paused on the stairs and exchanged a glance.
“I called it, didn’t I?” Markus said.
“You did,” Quaranir replied with a smile. “Ah well, time to face the music. Don’t worry, I’m right behind you.”
Tags: char:M!DB char:Quaranir relationship:slash kink:fluff
Re: Reunion 2/2 M!DB/Quaranir
Date: 2013-02-16 04:01 pm (UTC)But I'm not going to complain when this is the result. Is there anything sweeter and sexier than an established couple who can laugh at themselves? No, I don't think so.
I can't look at Quaranir in game anymore without blushing wildly. That's all your fault, My kids look at me like I'm nuts- "He's just a see-though Elf, mom," this say, eyeing me weirdly. But I know the real story behind Quarnir-how sweet and loving he is, how he burns for his dragonborn lover.
And now, how he's introducing the family to the family. I love how Markus's house is an Imperial, an Altmer and their Nord son. That's perfect! I always knew you had a sweet and fluffy side underneath all that angst.
Thanks for this! I'm going to go and put on some pink perfume now.
Re: Reunion 2/2 M!DB/Quaranir
Date: 2013-02-19 05:58 am (UTC)Re: Reunion 2/2 M!DB/Quaranir
Date: 2014-10-13 06:40 am (UTC)