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Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (1/?) (+ some tags)
Date: 2013-02-22 04:21 pm (UTC)Set a few weeks later, during/after the Civil War quest in which the Stromcloaks attack Whiterun. Obviously, my altmer!DB who is married to a dunmer fought for the Imperials.
tags: prompt:filled, es:skyrim, relationship:slash, race:Dunmer, race:Altmer, char:M!PC, char:romlyn_dreth, kink:angst
More tags later, when I have some more ready. This is going to be long...
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The few hours before the siege had been wonderful.
Serano had come by shortly before the battle started to “instruct” him how to behave during the siege: Stay inside the house, lock the door, hide, wait it out. No stormcloak soldier would be allowed to set foot into the city, so there would be no need for any more drastic measures. It was nothing Romlyn wouldn’t have been able to come up with himself. It was apparent that Serano had only come by because he wanted to see Romlyn before going into battle.
“One good luck kiss”, Serano had demanded while they stood in the doorway, granting him one of his rare smiles. They didn’t kiss that often and they most certainly didn’t do it while they were standing; the height difference was making it awkward. Serano didn’t bend down, and so Romlyn had to wrap his arms around his back to support himself when he stood on tip toes and craned his neck to plant a wet, open-mouthed kiss on his husband’s mouth. It wasn’t so much a good luck kiss than a come-back-soon-and-fuck-me-senseless kiss, but Serano approved, if the tongue in Romlyn’s mouth was anything to go by.
He hoped Serano would come to him immediately after the battle. Sex was incredible when the altmer was still high on adrenaline and blood lust, and the rough, feral rutting it led to did things to Romlyn he didn’t want to admit. He tried to get that point across by pushing his knee between the taller man’s legs and rubbing himself against the silky fabric of his robes. Beneath the garment he could feel the bulge of his lover’s cock. They hadn’t fucked in weeks and Romlyn was positively aching for his touch.
Serano had simply chuckled and extricated himself from Romlyn’s embrace. One last meeting of gazes, one last brush of a golden skinned hand against his cheek and his husband was gone. Romlyn watched him go until he had disappeared through the gates. Off to decide a war that had nothing to do with either of them.
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„If you are looking for someone to blame, blame me. I should have noticed it sooner. During the battle he was always in front of me. We were all looking at his back the whole time. When the jarl delivered his speech he stood right next to me. But I didn’t see anything.”
Liar. Half-witted, ignorant liar. He is covered in blood, his body is crushed. And you come here, introducing yourself as his friend, while claiming that you didn’t see that he was dying?
“There was no warning. He just collapsed all of a sudden. One second he was standing in our midst, with this arrogant grin on his face, and then suddenly he was on the ground, and his limbs were shaking really weird. I didn’t react fast enough. I just stared. Maybe if we had gotten to Danica sooner it wouldn’t have turned out like this.”
It was a miracle he managed to hold himself upright that long. His robes were shredded when you brought him in. Lydia had to hold his stomach so that he didn’t spill his guts on the floor.
Re: Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (2/?)
Date: 2013-02-22 04:22 pm (UTC)The battle lasted for hours. No mage possessed enough magicka to last him that long. Besides, if given the choice to heal his own wounds or throw a fireball at his enemy, you should know which option he would have picked – if you were truly his friend.
“He means a lot to me, too. He is one of my best friends.”
You are not his friend. This man doesn’t have a single friend. He would never let anyone get close enough to justify that term.
Romlyn knew.
“He saved my life out there; and not just once, either. He saved everyone’s lives. The army wouldn’t have been able to hold Whiterun without him. He is a hero.”
It was that one word that undid Romlyn. “I don’t want a hero.” His voice sounded strained, hoarse; heavy with the tears he was still refusing to shed. “I want my husband.”
He didn’t look up when Hadvar placed his hand awkwardly on his shoulder. The Nord squeezed a little, and it hurt. Then the hand was gone again and there was the sound of armor shuffling.
“Before the battle… he gave me this. If anything were to happen to him, he wanted you to have it.”
“No.” Romlyn refused to even look at whatever it was Hadvar was holding out to him. “I don’t want it. Keep it yourself, sell it, throw it away, I don’t care. Just don’t show me.”
For as long as he could, Romlyn was going to refuse to acknowledge the situation. He took one of Serano’s cold, clammy hands into his, intertwining their fingers in a way that felt far too intimate for. The altmer would probably never accept it if he were conscious. He flinched when what little pressure he was applying caused the bones in his lover’s arm to scrape against one another; and his arm twisted a little more out of its socket. No one had bothered to heal his shattered limbs yet. The wounds on his torso took everyone’s attention. Serano didn’t even stir.
“What did Danica say? He will come around, right?” There was so much hope in Hadvar’s tone that Romlyn actually cringed.
“She wouldn’t say anything definite yet. We need to monitor him closely for the next days. But if he doesn’t wake up after five days I might need to…”
Those had been Danica’s exact words. She hadn’t been able to finish the sentence.
“I see. If there’s anything I can do for you…”
Romlyn didn’t even know this man, hadn’t seen him once until he had barged into the house with the lifeless form of his lover slung over his shoulders a few hours ago. He could still hear the people cheering outside, celebrating their victory.
“Please, stay with me until Danica comes back. If he wakes up I wouldn’t know what to do.”
I don’t want to be alone with him when he stops breathing.
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Date: 2013-03-06 01:45 pm (UTC)They were all useless.
They tried explaining the difficulties of healing magic to him: How the magic simply sped up the body’s natural healing process (“we are not miracle workers, dark elf”) and how much of the result depended on the person’s own inner resources (“what have you been doing to him?! He looks like he hasn’t slept or eaten in days! At this rate I don’t think he will be strong enough to…”), how it was much easier to heal oneself than a third party (“we must try our best to wake him up. If we can manage that, he should be able to fix his wounds himself”), how there were wounds even magic couldn’t heal (“did you not see the dying soldiers in the temple? I can only ease their pain, but they will never be able to return to their families”), how the internal damage had to be fixed first before they could close his wounds (“by the Eight, there’s so much blood, I’m sorry, Romlyn, but I’m not sure…”) and all the other crap they fed him. Romlyn only had the same words for them every time: “You have to save him. You owe him.”
For four days Romlyn sat by his side and held his hand. It was all he could do. He didn’t know the first thing about healing magic and wouldn’t even dare to force a healing potion down Serano’s throat again. His throat wasn’t working the way it should be, and Serano had gotten close to suffocating the one time he did try.
The Stormcloak soldiers had shown no mercy on Serano. And why would they? He had chosen to taunt them by embodying everything they hated: He had forgone his impenetrable dragon scale armor and worn his stolen Thalmor robes instead. Of course the enemy had come straight for him: The altmer leading the Imperial army into battle against all “true Nords”. He had decided to make Ulfric’s propaganda come true just to spite his soldiers.
But Thalmor robes – expensive, enchanted, and clinging to his body just so to give Romlyn’s imagination enough to go on to fantasize about his lover’s body beneath the fabric – were flimsy, light things and not at all intended to shield its wearer from an assault with battles axes. Or a rain of arrows.
Serano liked the Thalmor robes, and Romlyn had once, too. The altmer looked good in them, and never stopped Romlyn from saying so again and again. Judging by the slightly paranoid obsession he had with ensuring that he didn’t get a single tear in them, there was probably more to it, though: Maybe they reminded him of what life he had led before he had come to Skyrim; maybe he had always wanted to become a Thalmor agent, or maybe he even had been one.
Romlyn didn’t know, and now he might never find out.
They had got him good. Serano had somehow managed to avoid receiving instantly fatal injuries, but the combined damage of the injuries he had received was devastating. A sword had run him through, repeatedly; red and black blood kept oozing through the bandages wrapped around his stomach no matter how often the three healers changed them. Most of the arrow wounds were easy to treat; except for the one that had apparently pierced his lung and impaired his breathing. That one was dangerous. The other wounds, the fractured bones and the cut flesh would heal, they didn’t matter.
They would hurt, though.
His scars would be impressive after this.
It was a small miracle that he was alive at all, which was probably caused by a combination of healing magic and the fact that he was Dragonborn and as such destined to die by the fangs of Alduin and not by the forged weapons of puny mortals.
Romlyn was holding his right hand – the arm that was still broken – because he was too scared to touch his left one. Serano used his left hand to cast his spells and he had obviously tried to conjure his fireballs even when he hadn’t enough magicka left to control them: His whole arm was burned and charred up to his elbow from the constant use of incomplete spells that kept backfiring at him even if they did manage to take a few Stormcloaks to Sovngarde.
The only thing that sustained Serano’s labored, shaky breathing was Danica’s spell.
“I hate you”, Romlyn told him. He didn’t get an answer.
Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (4/?)
Date: 2013-03-06 01:50 pm (UTC)His dependency had reached a sickening level.
But part of the reason he loved him was that he could depend on Serano. The altmer had protected him from Maven’s wrath, bandits, dragons, and now even the Stormcloaks. The concept had been alien to Romlyn at first; he used to take pride in being able to get everything done by himself. But then this man had to show up and Romlyn had to start believing him and trusting him and confiding in him and spreading his legs for him – and now it felt like a part of Romlyn himself was dying.
For four days he simply sat and watched his lover slip away. The only reason that he even registered the days passing was Danica who kept reminding him that time was running out.
Danica was the most capable out of the three, but she also entertained the horrible idea that it might be necessary to end Serano’s suffering. She told him about the wounded soldiers in the temple, how she kept them alive even though the damage to their internal organs was so devastating that they would never return to their old life. She tried to convince him that Serano wouldn’t want such an existence for himself and maybe she was right. But she was talking about his husband’s life; there was no way he would ever agree to such an idea.
After five days he would have to come around; if he didn’t, the chances were high that he wouldn’t ever.
The fifth day came and passed without any change in Serano’s condition. His breathing was weak, ragged and labored; but Farengar’s spell ensured that it would keep going for a few hours at least, until Danica returned and he could beg and plead with her to keep him alive just a little longer.
Romlyn had always loved his golden skin. But now it was sickly pale, a bright yellow, and a thin layer of sweat coated his skin.
I hate you”, he repeated the whole time. “If you leave me behind I will hate you forever.”
On the sixth day he and Lydia reached a truce. They had never liked each other – their jealousy over Serano would always be in the way of true friendship. But Romlyn registered that when he passed out from exhaustion and fell into a fitful sleep, he would wake up a few hours later to find that the devoted housecarl had kept watch over Serano while he had not been able to.
“It’s my fault”, he told her. “I let him go into battle like this.”
“Even had you tried, he would never have allowed you to stop him.”
“I hate him.”
“No, you don’t.”
On the seventh day Romlyn simply curled up on the bed next to the shattered form of his lover and cried himself to sleep.
On the eighth day Romlyn was woken by soft, whimpered gasps. When he shot upright he saw that Serano was awake; but when Romlyn saw what pain his lover was in he almost wished he wasn’t. Disorientation and fear shone brightly in his yellow orbs. His lips formed words, but no sound came from him.
“Lydia! Get Danica! Or Arcadia, or anyone! Hurry!”
Before Serano could pass out again Romlyn grabbed his charred left hand. He managed not to flinch as the dry, chapped skin crumbled beneath his fingers. Pressing it firmly to the blood stained bandages on Serano’s stomach, he shouted at the altmer: “Heal yourself! Please, you have to!”
His husband gave a broken scream, but Romlyn didn’t let go.
“Please. I need you. Please, don’t-“
Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (5/?)
Date: 2013-03-06 01:53 pm (UTC)His magic was so different from Romlyn’s own; so much more potent, so much brighter, but right now it felt weak, the spellwork sloppy and poorly executed, but it would work. Romlyn prayed so hard it would work.
Serano passed out a few times in between healing himself, but he eventually started regaining his strength. It took him three more days until he was finally able to at least sit up on his own again, even though solid food was still out of the question.
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When Romlyn woke up from his restless sleep on the morning of the thirteenth day, the bed was empty.
Romlyn screamed. His head didn’t even try to come up with any form of rationalization. He just saw that the bed was empty, that Serano was gone and not here, and he was alone and at that point his thoughts got jumbled and muddled.
Romlyn needed to find him.
He almost ran into him in his hurry to get out of the bedroom. Serano just stood there in the hall dressed in a new, clean set of Thalmor robes, busying himself rummaging through the small cupboard that held his various enchanted daggers. He raised an eyebrow at Romlyn, and then went back to his search.
“Get some breakfast ready for me. I’m starving.”
It took Romlyn a few seconds to realize that the command was directed at him. He was still trying to work his head around the fact that Serano was up and about and all parts of his body were working the way they should be.
And then there were the black robes. The last time he had seen such a garment on his lover’s body the altmer had been a dead weight in the arms of an Imperial soldier. Danica had to cut the shreds of the clothing apart to get at his wounds. Romlyn just couldn’t get the image out of his head. One look at his lover preparing to leave in those robes again and Romlyn was paralyzed in worry and fear.
“Danica said you should stay in bed at least one more week”, he reminded his husband when he found his voice again.
“I’m a master at healing. I don’t need any more rest”, Serano told the cupboard.
Romlyn just kept staring. When he didn’t move the altmer turned to face him again. A second eyebrow joined the first in his hairline. “Breakfast. Now.”
Romlyn gathered his wits and scrambled down to the kitchen to start a fire. They didn’t have many ingredients in the house (he had neglected his shopping during the last few days, just like he had neglected everything else), but years of living alone had taught him how to improvise. It wouldn’t taste like much, but it would be enough to quell Serano’s hunger for now.
Serano sat down at the table just as Romlyn finished his cooking.
They ate in silence; they usually did.
Serano still looked a bit worse for wear; his movements were sluggish, more deliberate than usual, and sometimes he winced when he bend his right arm a little too far. He held the fork in his left hand since his right was still trembling slightly from time to time.
They were all small things Romlyn had noticed countless times before on his husband, but it was only now that he realized what they actually entailed. All those times Serano had claimed to have had a “rough day”, it meant he had been close to dying. He wondered how many miracles had been necessary to keep his husband alive until this point.
Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (6/?)
Date: 2013-03-06 01:58 pm (UTC)It was nothing new to Romlyn. Serano didn’t spend a minute longer in this house than he needed to. Sometimes Romlyn was able to detain him for a while by spreading his legs for him and begging to be fucked; but even that wouldn’t work now that Serano had been confined to this house for two whole weeks.
The altmer became strangely restless when he didn’t get to kill anything for a while.
But Romlyn had witnessed this exact same scene just mere weeks ago, when his husband had left in another set of black robes just like this one; and it had almost been the last time he had seen him.
He had always been worried. Had always been aware of the possibility that Serano might not return one day because his enemies had finally gotten the better of him. But now he had seen firsthand that no matter how many prophecies revolved around the altmer, he was still mortal. Romlyn knew that now, because the fact had hit him like a blow to the head; but obviously Serano hadn’t got the message. Otherwise he would at least decide to wear real armor again.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
He was surprised how calm and even his voice sounded, when he was screaming inside his head to drag this man back upstairs and chain him to the bed until his wounds were fully healed.
It was a question that was rarely asked, since it was almost never answered.
This time his words made the altmer pause on his way.
General Tullius expects my report. This is just the first step in ending the Civil War.”
What sounded like an unexpected bout of patriotism was probably nothing more than the diligent sense of duty he tended to feel towards all of the meaningless tasks he underwent. It didn’t matter whether he sought a lost ring for the local alchemist or killing the dragon that threatened the existence of the city: Everything was equally important, or at least more important than staying with Romlyn or wait until the healers were completely certain that the fucking hole in his stomach wouldn’t open up again.
On his way to Solitude, then. And from there straight into the next battle, the next siege, straight into the next Stormcloak army; while Serano was only equipped with a short sword, two daggers, his magic, and the flimsiest of robes.
It was madness. There was no other way to put it. No one in their right mind would ever be so foolish.
“You are hurt.”
“I’m not. I’m fully healed.” Of course that was a lie. But it was true that Romlyn usually saw his husband off with worse injuries, because he was afraid of speaking up against him. The altmer didn’t deal well with opposition to any of his ideas.
“I almost lost you.”
It wasn’t what he had really wanted to say. But what he really wanted to say might possibly involve curses, some more crying, and various objects being thrown against the wall, so he abstained.
A dry chuckle was the altmer’s first reaction. “Risking one's life is part of being a mercenary.”
Romlyn stood up at that. “But do you have to be this reckless?! At least wait until you’re fully healed, and take my spare health potions with you!”
It was the first time he had ever raised his voice at Serano.
When the altmer turned around, his expression was hard and stoic; Romlyn realized that he had just broken the first ground rule not to question his lover’s decisions, and he didn’t even care. But he realized that he was treading on thin ice.
“I have already wasted enough time as it is. We talked about this, Romlyn. I will not change the way I live just because you want me to”, the altmer declared.
Actually, they hadn’t talked about that at all. Romlyn still hoped that one day, when Alduin was dead and no more immediate catastrophes threatened the world they could settle down together, preferably in some province that was not Skyrim, maybe with a nice farm and some animals and – and with that, the evil, treacherous thought of adopting children was back in his head.
“At least wear some real armor”, he muttered dejectedly.
Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (7/?)
Date: 2013-03-06 02:02 pm (UTC)It was the calm, indifferent tone in which he said it which got Romlyn riled up again. There was definitely something wrong with this man’s head.
Of course, all of Serano’s points were valid. Even if he took the dragon scale armor, even if he hurled every health potion they owned with him every time he left the house, it might not be enough. But still, even though Romlyn knew all that… The only thing he saw when he looked at his lover right now was a broken, bloody body somewhere on the roadside. This time there might not be a loyal soldier nearby to drag his body home, and without proper treatment he would simply bleed to death somewhere in the wilderness. Romlyn might not even find out about his husband’s death: He would simply sit at home and wait for a man that would never return.
It seemed strangely fitting. One day so many months ago Serano had just suddenly appeared on the stool in Riften’s tavern right next to him, as if the man had materialized out of thin air. And just like that he would disappear from his life again, without any warning. The only proof that he had been here at all would be the expensive junk he horded in this house like trophies.
It was his lover’s calm acceptance that scared him. It felt like it didn’t matter to Serano, like he didn’t even care either way.
What really scared him was that Serano didn’t even seem to try to stay alive.
Maybe he was overreacting. He certainly wasn’t thinking straight. The only thing he felt he knew for certain was that this man would get himself killed if he allowed him to leave like this.
Romlyn moved before his brain had a chance to catch up with his actions. He crossed the kitchen area and strode past Serano without even looking at him, positioning himself between his husband and the door.
There was no way he could accept it. He turned to face his husband and took a deep breath.
I won’t let you leave like this. I won’t let you to die because of your own stupidity!”, he shouted.
That had been a mistake; he realized it when those bright red eyes narrowed at him. This was not mere defiance anymore, this had been an insult. Altmer in general didn’t like to be questioned, and Serano was no exception. He killed people for insulting him; he killed people for even less.
If the stories were to be believed he sometimes killed people simply because the voice of a dead woman only he could hear ordered him to.
“Get out of my way.”
It was no request. Serano didn’t request. It was an order.
“No.” Romlyn had no idea where he took his courage from.
“What did you say?”
“If you’re going to dress like a mage, you need to fight like one, too. But since it seems to be more your style to repeatedly bash people over the head in close combat, I won’t let you leave until your wounds are fully healed and you put proper armor on.”
Serano crossed his arms in a visibly relaxed stance; but Romlyn trusted his instincts that told him he was in serious danger now. “Interesting. And how do you intent to stop me? Do you have any secret combat skills you haven’t told me about?”
He didn’t. His magical repertoire consisted of one minor fire spell, which came more in handy for lighting candles and cooking dinner than actual combat. He had also been forced to wield a dagger in self-defense a few times, but he wouldn’t last ten seconds against the seasoned warrior. Besides, the whole purpose of this was to prevent Serano getting injured.
He wasn’t entirely sure how the situation had turned out this way, but this was going downhill. Fast.
OP is screaming
Date: 2013-03-08 04:42 am (UTC)I LOVE ALL OF YOUR WORDS~
Stupid Serano, listen to your husband. <3
/curls up in bunk and waits
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Date: 2013-03-09 11:37 pm (UTC)Anyway, I love this A!A!!!<3
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Date: 2013-03-17 08:11 am (UTC)The threat was as obvious as it could possibly get; Serano even rested one of his hands on the tip of his sword. Every fiber of Romlyn’s being screamed to just step down, just let him go if he wanted it that much. Anything else would not end well for him and their relationship.
“No.”
Just once. Romlyn wanted to make this man listen to him just once. It didn’t matter if Serano would hate him for this later, if he would never speak to Romlyn again or if this argument ended in violence. Romlyn didn’t care as long as his husband would be safe.
“FUS… ROH DA!”
There was no time to react; he wasn’t even sure what exactly happened, even though he probably should have seen something like this coming. One second he was standing in the middle of the room, and the next the Shout sent him flying until his back collided with the door. He hadn’t even felt a force pushing him back; it was like Serano had willed him to move out of the way and the laws of nature strove to comply. Suddenly he was down on the ground, wheezing pathetically as if all air had been knocked out of his lungs.
Serano hadn’t moved; the altmer simply waited for him to catch his breath and get back on his feet again.
It sounded much easier than it was; his legs trembled and refused to move the way he wanted them to. It was the first time he had experienced a Dragon Shout himself, even though he had heard it before during the Stormcloak’s siege.
It didn’t feel like he had seriously injured himself; the Shout had simply forced him to the ground.
It took him a few minutes to stand up again. When he looked up he caught his lover looking down at him. Serano could have used the opportunity to simply walk past him and head on to Solitude; but he had stayed. The reason was probably fairly simple: Romlyn had overstepped his boundaries and now Serano wouldn’t leave until he was certain that he had learned his lesson.
“I don’t want to hurt you”, Serano declared. Maybe he even meant it; Romlyn didn’t know. Most of the times he had no idea what went on in Serano’s head.
The problem was that Serano could hurt him. He was perfectly capable of killing him just by using his voice.
The Shout had been another warning, most likely the last. Didn’t he see that Romlyn just wanted to help him?
“You idiot”, he muttered and wasn’t sure whether he said it to his lover or to himself. “You stupid, thick-headed idiot.”
He was so hopelessly in love with this man. He wanted to protect him. He wanted to help him somehow, even though he wasn’t sure how. There was no way he could follow him into battle and fight by his side. He barely knew how to wield a sword, didn’t know the first thing about dragons or how to defeat them. There was nothing at all he could do to help Serano.
And he had tried so hard, too. Romlyn had spent weeks learning some basic alchemy to be able to brew health potions – just to have his man go off into battle without them. He had read all of Serano’s spell books four times already in the hope of improving his own skills even though he had no talent for magic. Three Thalmor agents had come to his door searching for Serano, and he hadn’t just managed to ward them off, he had laid false trails for them as well, making sure they headed into the opposite direction of where he thought Serano had disappeared to.
But nothing he did mattered in the long run.
He was just so sick of it. Sick of his own impotence, sick of his lover’s arrogance and control issues, sick of the Stormcloaks and Alduin and Skyrim in general. Sick of sitting at home waiting for his husband, sick of doing whatever this man told him.
He barely registered raising his arm.
Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (9/?)
Date: 2013-03-17 08:17 am (UTC)He awkwardly touched his face and stared at Romlyn in disbelief.
Romlyn himself wasn’t sure what had happened; just that he had done something incredible foolish.
“Go on. Hit me one more time.” The altmer’s voice was calm, his expression unreadable; the only thing that spoke of his anger were small flames licking at his fingers. The sword was still inside its sheath, though, so Serano had not yet decided to tear his head off.
Honestly he was surprised that the altmer hadn’t ripped him apart. Yet.
The only possible course of action was to throw himself on the floor before his lover’s feet and beg for forgiveness. Maybe he should also take his clothes off while he was at it; maybe he could prove that it held certain advantages for Serano to allow him to keep his head attached to his shoulders.
But he wouldn’t back down; he just couldn’t.
When he prepared to strike his lover a second time, the altmer moved first. With two big steps Serano crossed the distance between them and caught Romlyn’s raised fist before he had a chance to react. He was being turned around; a light kick to the back of his knee forced him to lose his balance, so that Serano could easily shove him to the ground.
It only took seconds, but suddenly Romlyn was on his hands and knees with the body of his lover draped over his back. One hand was still holding on to his right fist, the other hovered over his throat, ready to strike him with a fireball.
“So tell me, what are you going to do now?” The altmer’s voice was filled with mirth.
He was trapped. Serano was panting lightly somewhere above him close to his ear. He pressed his weight down onto him, so that Romlyn could feel the outline of a slowly hardening cock straining against his thigh.
If the last ten days hadn’t happened, Romlyn would waste no time rubbing his backside against it. It was the easiest way to get back into Serano’s good graces: Maybe they would fuck right there on the floor, without any lubrication, until he howled from pleasure and pain, until the wooden floor had abraded his knees so bad that he bled; and afterwards Serano would feel like he had taught Romlyn his place, and one warm healing spell later they would pretend the argument that preceded it had never happened.
It was the only thing he could do. He could barely move, at least not in a way that could potentially harm Serano. This was it.
And afterwards Serano would leave, and this time the Stormcloaks might get him for real.
“Are you trying to get yourself killed?!”
There must have been something about his choice of words that made Serano pause. Or maybe it was just the way he had said it: Immediately before biting hard into the tense, burning fingers near his throat. Serano gasped in surprise and lost control of the spell for a second. Bright orange flames shot up in front of Romlyn’s eyes, and he pressed them shut by pure instinct. He thought it would be painful, but the spell quickly diminished when Serano managed to rein it back. He barely felt the heat before the magic died completely.
“Have you lost your mind?!”, Serano screamed while inspecting the bite marks on his hand. “If my control had waned I could have blown your head off!” Seconds later Romlyn was hit by a powerful wave of healing magic that was entirely unneeded and only succeeded in making him feel strangely lightheaded.
“Are you okay? Let me see your mouth.”
The change in attitude from vicious, arrogant bastard to gentle, concerned healer was so abrupt that Romlyn wasn’t sure how to react. He barely fought back when Serano pried his mouth open and twisted their bodies around – which was certainly no easy feat in their position – so he could take a look at the damage. After a few moments the altmer breathed a sigh of relief and started stroking Romlyn’s cheek absentmindedly.
Then his expression turned serious again. “Do you even know how lucky you were? You can’t just bite a mage when he’s casting! Are you trying to get yourself killed?!”
Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (10/?)
Date: 2013-03-17 08:22 am (UTC)“I thought you were going to kill me”, he admitted a little breathlessly.
His husband snorted. “Don’t be ridiculous. I would never hurt you.”
He wasn’t sure what to think about that. Serano was blunt and inconsiderate at times; when they had sex the altmer liked to humiliate and tease him; but he was never abusive. He had never hurt Romlyn outside of the bedroom, and anything that happened during sex, well… he really couldn’t complain about that. The altmer also tried showering him in healing magic every time afterwards – just like he had done now.
Even this time Romlyn had been the only one that had tried to physically hurt his lover.
Serano gave a tired sigh and leaned back again. The altmer was still draped over his back, but didn’t hold him down forcibly anymore. His hands stroked along Romlyn’s thighs, as far away from his mouth as possible. The gentle caress calmed him somewhat, even though he was still confused.
“What’s this all about, Romlyn?” His voice was barely above a whisper and the altmer never stopped running his hands over his body. His breath was hot on his ear and Romlyn couldn’t help but shudder. There were times when sensitive ears were extremely annoying.
“Can’t you just stay here for a few days longer, until you’re feeling better?”
“No. As Dragonborn I am the only one who can stop Alduin and his kind. Every day I spend not fighting those big lizards people are dying out there.”
Romlyn shivered again, but this time not because of the wet tongue near the tip of his ear.
A lie. Serano had just lied to him.
Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (11/?)
Date: 2013-03-17 08:23 am (UTC)Romlyn couldn’t find fault in Serano’s decision to stay away from those flying heralds of death; but he knew for certain that what Serano tried to pass off as a noble cause was merely an excuse to be able to travel the country some more.
He had no idea what the altmer wanted to hide from him. But the simple thought that there was anything to hide resurrected all sorts of fears in his heart.
He steeled himself and forced himself to speak past the lump in his throat. “I don’t care. I just don’t want you to die.”
The altmer sighed in annoyance. “We’ve talked about that, Romlyn. When I die you have to go to the tavern in Riverwood and talk to Ognar. He will know how to contact a woman called Delphine. I gave her some money for you; you should use it to get as far away from Skyrim as possible and buy a small house somewhere else.”
“This is not about money!”
“Then what is it about?”
It was hard to put into words when asked so directly. He had to find a way to make this man understand without sounding too pathetic.
The priests in the temple of Mara had always described marriage differently. And even though he knew that the form of love they preached was something that only happened in fairy tales, this was not how it was supposed to be. His husband shouldn’t have to be knocked unconscious to spend more than a few days in the same house with him. Romlyn shouldn’t have to fight tooth and nail to keep his lover from fleeing from his side as soon as he was able to walk again. They should be able to talk about such things without it ending in violence.
But that might have been his mistake: Falling in love with a mercenary, vagabond, adventurer, whatever the man insisted on calling himself. Serano’s lifestyle just didn’t work well with what Romlyn was expecting.
He just didn’t want to lose this man. He didn’t want to be alone again. He wanted something normal.
“I just want us to be like… a real family.”
Of course, the altmer didn’t get it. “Is that why you asked me about children?”
“Just… Please just forget about that. The idea was stupid. You made it fairly clear that you weren’t interested.”
He thought back on that night a few weeks ago when Serano had held him so gently and Romlyn had been so sure of their relationship. For once the altmer had been affectionate and kind; in his warm embrace Romlyn had found the courage to share something of himself he had kept hidden for far too long.
But of course the moment hadn’t lasted very long. As soon as the words had left his mouth Serano had laughed his ass off. He had laughed so hard Romlyn’s ears had been ringing.
“Well you have to admit, the very idea is preposterous.”
Right. Preposterous. Of course.
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A!Anon: Sorry for the short update and that I didn't get to the smut as I promised. I just didn't like the cliffhanger from the last update and felt like I should at least put something up. The problem with those long scenes is that I can never find a good place to stop, but please bear with me.
OP here~
Date: 2013-03-18 05:23 am (UTC)Ooooh, I'm curious if Romlyn knowing about Serano's little lie will have any further complications down the road. Or maybe I'm just reading too much into this.
And even though it's obviously one of the main points of this relationship, it breaks my heart how Romlyn can't seem to get anything he wants.
I'm loving this *u* you've made me the happiest OP in the live -long world; don't worry about us and just keep doing what you're doing, A!A
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Date: 2013-04-13 05:57 pm (UTC)Right. Preposterous. Of course.
Romlyn was glad Serano couldn’t see his face in their position. When he didn’t answer Serano continued talking.
"I mean, I spend my days travelling across the country and don’t have a stable source of income. You still earn most of your money by selling stolen mead and waste far too much time in the tavern. We have our hands full trying to ensure our own survival. Why should we bring a child into this?”
The altmer was right; he was always right. Romlyn had never seen it that way, never even thought about it rationally. Hadn’t even thought it through. It had been nothing more than a vague idea, but he couldn’t accept that his fantasy was crushed this easily. Besides, Serano’s arguments didn’t answer the question Romlyn had asked weeks ago.
“But don’t you want to have children?”
“Not in this situation. Maybe if I still lived in my family’s mansion on Alinor and had married a woman… ”
Romlyn was certain he couldn’t have been more hurt if Serano had hit him with the fire spell after all.
Now that explained a lot. It was not like Serano didn’t want to have children; he just didn’t want to have any children with Romlyn.
He felt so stupid. He kept imagining all those ridiculous scenarios with a son or a daughter, long evenings wasted with pointless chatter in front of the fireplace, teaching their child the ways of the world, growing old together... He knew it sounded sappy, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted all those boring, normal things people had come to expect when they thought about marriage. That was what he had meant when he had talked about becoming a real family.
His husband was obviously not interested in any of that.
The altmer kept going. “Besides, the only way for us to get children is to adopt, and in Skyrim we will only get human ones. If I come back home with a human child, my family will disown me. I would never be able to go back home again, or at least not until our children are dead.”
“Oh.” Now that was a reason Romlyn hadn’t seen coming.
Everyone knew that most altmer tended to have slightly extreme views about the purity of their blood line. It was simply unheard of that an altmer decided to share his life with anyone that wasn’t an altmer of the opposite gender, so they could have nice, pure-blooded altmer children to strengthen the Dominion. There were exceptions, of course, but those relationships rarely worked out. Romlyn had always figured this antiquated racism wouldn’t be an issue between them. After all, he wasn’t just something Serano had on the side, they were married. Why worry about the race of one’s children when he had already decided to spite his kin by choosing an inappropriate spouse? As it stood, his marriage with a male dunmer would cause most altmer to look at Serano in disdain…
“Oh”, he repeated.
Romlyn had never even considered that their relationship might cause problems for his husband.
Serano was Romlyn’s only family. That fact tended to make him forget that this was not how it was the other way around. He remembered that Serano had told him once he had initially come to Skyrim to search for his brother; but there were probably more family members waiting for him back home. Eventually Romlyn would have to face them and hopefully convince them that he was the perfect match for Serano and a worthy addition to the family. If they wouldn’t accept non-altmer children then they couldn’t have any; it was as simple as that. If his hunch was correct then he would already have a hard time making Serano’s family accept him. There was no need to complicate matters even further.
Romlyn realized that he didn’t even know where exactly Serano came from. It was obvious that Skyrim was not his home country, but up to now he’d had no proof that Serano used to live on the Summerset Isles.
Serano never talked about such things.
Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (13/?)
Date: 2013-04-13 06:00 pm (UTC)He had read enough to know that it was a place he didn’t need to see for himself. But if Serano decided to go there he would follow without question.
He wondered what it would be like to live in a foreign country full of people who would probably hate him on principle. But then he remembered he had already learned that when he had come to Skyrim.
But this time it would be different. He would be fine. He would be no penniless fugitive and he wouldn’t be alone. Serano would be by his side.
Still, he was curious.
“What does your family think about… us?” He tried to gesture between them both, and whatever it was that was there.
“They don’t know about the marriage, and I intend to keep it that way.”
Romlyn flinched as if Serano had hit him. They had been married for half a year, but still the altmer wanted to keep their relationship a secret; the only reason Romlyn could come up with for such a behavior was that Serano was ashamed of him. He wasn’t sure what was so objectionable about him, but elitist racists could probably come up with a lot of reasons.
It hurt.
But what did all of that mean? Serano wanted to go back to Alinor and live with his family again, but he didn’t want them to know that he and Romlyn were married? How would he go about keeping that hidden?
No. Don’t finish that thought. Stop right there.
He would have to leave Romlyn behind.
For a second he forgot how to breathe.
His knees started to hurt because of the uncomfortable position. He kept shifting his weight even though it didn’t help in the slightest.
Serano didn’t seem to be in any hurry to move off of him.
The altmer’s next words caught him off guard. “Do you want to have children?”
It was a cruel question, immediately after the altmer’s dismissive comments and after he had listed all the reasons why they couldn’t have children. Mustn’t have any. But he had to admit that the thought of raising a child together with that man was making him feel… something.
He couldn’t even imagine what it would be like. They both didn’t know the first thing about how to treat children. Most likely it would end badly, with a traumatized child, a depressed Romlyn and a stressed Serano who went on a killing spree to vent his frustration from having to play hide-and-seek. Or they could all be dead tomorrow, what with all the dragons burning their way through the province.
Or Serano could one day wake up and decide that this makeshift family was not worth the effort.
“Yes, I do. Badly.”
It wasn’t logical. Maybe it didn’t need to be. The man he loved had asked him if he wanted to have children, and so there had been only one answer.
“Serano?”
“Yes?”
“Why did you marry me?”
Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (14/?)
Date: 2013-04-13 06:04 pm (UTC)Ever since the altmer had walked up to him with the Amulet of Mara around his neck he had wondered about that. The not-quite-proposal had been sudden to the point that it had felt entirely random. He could still picture the altmer’s smug face, the patronizing smile before Serano had raised his voice so the rest of the tavern could hear him loud and clear: “Interested in me, are you?”
He hadn’t asked him then because it hadn’t been important. The only thing that mattered at that time was that the altmer was interested in him as well.
Of course he wasn’t expecting a story about love at first sight – it hadn’t been like that for him, either – but he just wanted something. He needed to know what his husband wanted from him, why he was here. How Serano wanted their life to continue. What he thought he had been getting himself into when they had exchanged vows in the temple.
He was prepared for a lie. He expected it, actually. Maybe an obvious lie would even hurt less than the truth. He felt a strange sort of apprehension; he wanted to know the answer even though he feared it at the same time.
“Because I needed to find a reason to keep on fighting.”
He didn’t know what to make of that answer. It was neither the kind lie nor the harsh truth he had been steeling himself for; but he wasn’t sure just what it was.
Serano’s fingers tried to pry Romlyn’s right fist open. Since he couldn’t fight his lover’s strength he simply allowed it – and the dry clunk of metal scraping against metal when Serano intertwined their fingers caught his attention. His lover was wearing a crude golden ring on his finger that hit against Romlyn’s wedding ring. It took him a few moments to realize that Serano was wearing his own Bond of Matrimony. He had never seen it on the altmer’s finger before and he stared at their joined hands in wonder.
“And did you find it?”, he dared to ask.
The rings had been bland and without any markings when Maramal had handed them over; Serano had complained about it as soon as the ceremony was over, claiming that Riften’s thane deserved more expensive ones. Of course Maramal had refused to let Balimund make new ones, and so Serano had spent the rest of the first day of their marriage at the smithy, trying to engrave each other’s names into the rings without damaging the enchantment. It had taken hours and it hadn’t worked out that well; but Romlyn could easily decipher the crooked, uneven letters on Serano’s ring.
Why had that been so important? Why had he wasted so much time on a ring he didn’t even wear?
“What do you think?”
A reason to keep on fighting; suddenly Romlyn remembered. One night, a few days after Serano had come to Riften for the very first time and they were nothing more than casual acquaintances they had sat in the tavern together. The altmer had bought enough of Romlyn’s mead to end up more than slightly intoxicated. At first he had just bragged about his heroic deeds as a mercenary; but suddenly the mer’s mood had turned dour and Romlyn had managed to learn more about this mysterious stranger than others from this one conversation that had consisted mostly of short, slurred half-sentences. Serano had admitted that it hadn’t been his choice to come to Skyrim, and the only reason he stayed was because he couldn’t go back home. Becoming a mercenary and a thief had been the only way to survive. But now he was supposed to fight dragons and protect the obnoxious humans of this province from all sorts of deadly threats even though their fate didn’t concern him in the slightest. His life was nothing like he had wanted it to be.
Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (15/?)
Date: 2013-04-13 06:06 pm (UTC)But the altmer was not looking for anything that grand. A reason to survive was all he needed, something to make him put some effort into fighting for his life, no matter how small or ludicrous it was.
“I just want something that’s mine”, he had drawled, gaze fixed firmly on his tankard. “Nothing special, just… something to come back to, you know?”
It was not a good reason to marry, but Romlyn had heard worse. It was probably the best reason there was for marrying a complete stranger. Romlyn still didn’t know why the altmer had settled on him of all people, but it was more than he had hoped for.
Except that Romlyn obviously wasn’t a good enough reason when Serano still tried to throw his life away.
But even if he was: What would Serano do when the option presented itself to return to his old life, to go back to Alinor? When the need to keep on fighting disappeared? What would become of them then?
Serano probably noticed that something was off when Romlyn remained silent. The altmer cleared his throat awkwardly. “Look, I know I don’t say this nearly as often as I should but…” A short pause, as if the mer needed to make up his mind before continuing. “The time we spend together means a lot to me. I know I’m not an easy person to be with most of the time, and you have no idea how grateful I am that you put up with me. You are… I really care about you.”
Romlyn swallowed hard.
He hadn’t seen that one coming.
Their hands were slightly sweaty, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.
“I hate almost everything about Skyrim and my life here in general”, Serano admitted after a while. “But… I’m glad I’m not alone in this. You make all this… bearable.”
The words were nice. They reminded him why he loved the altmer.
But Serano had made a habit of telling people what they liked to hear. He knew how to manipulate everyone into doing what he wanted. The altmer had already lied to him earlier, so how could Romlyn be sure that he was not simply trying to make him feel better? Considering how rarely Serano talked about his feelings it was a grand gesture already, but Romlyn needed more. He had spent the last few months building his life around this man’s existence and he wanted Serano to do the same.
Nothing special, just… something to come back to, you know?
Nothing special.
Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (16/?)
Date: 2013-04-13 06:10 pm (UTC)He yanked his hand out of Serano’s grip and twisted his body around. He was still trapped beneath his lover’s body but he managed to turn over onto his back so he could look into Serano’s face. “If you mean that then don’t leave. Stay with me.”
For a second he thought Serano would skin him alive. The gentle expression he had worn to match his words collapsed in an instant. Romlyn saw how his brow furrowed in anger, saw the lines on his forehead deepening, his whole face twisting into a frown that radiated pure disdain. He felt the almost familiar, animalistic instinct to bare his throat and submit to the mer. Somehow he managed not to flinch.
“Serano, please. Take it easy for a few more days. I just want to be sure that this isn’t the last time I see you.”
No.
That was not what he had meant to say.
When he had asked Serano to stay with him he hadn’t meant it like that.
Even though he was still staring defiantly at his lover, he had already backed down, settled for the lesser demand.
Serano didn’t answer. He didn’t even move or react in the slightest. He just kept his gaze firmly fixed on Romlyn, probably trying to intimidate him just by his stare.
“Serano.”
Just give me something. Anything.
For a few seconds they just stared at each other like that. Their breathing and the voices of the people outside were the only sounds. He hoped he had managed to show his husband that he was serious. He would fight for this man if he had to.
“…Alright. If you want me to stay, I’ll stay.” The altmer’s face stayed hard and unrelenting as he spoke, but his voice was uncharacteristically soft. He had caved in.
“…What? You mean it?” Romlyn just stared at him dumbfounded. He had not expected that. At all.
This situation had no precedent, and he was not sure how he was supposed to react. He didn’t know what exactly it was that had made the altmer back down. It was almost too good to be true. He wanted to ask why, but feared that this small miracle would end.
Serano had listened to reason. Serano had listened to him.
The altmer narrowed his eyes. “Just for a few days, of course. The world probably won’t end if I take some time off. But if you don’t want me here I-”
Before he could finish the sentence Romlyn closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to his collarbone. He didn’t dare to outright kiss him – the altmer didn’t enjoy physical contact he hadn’t initiated – but when his brain finally registered that Serano was serious intense relief flooded his system. He needed to touch him, confirm that this was real, hold on to this man and never let him go. The soft chuckle Serano made told him it had been the right decision. Romlyn’s chin was pushed up and long, callused fingers carefully cupped his face. Their gazes locked for a few seconds.
Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (17/?)
Date: 2013-04-13 06:17 pm (UTC)An irritated grunt was all the warning he got before his thighs were roughly shoved apart and a knee rubbed insistently at his crotch. He couldn’t suppress a needy moan at the unexpected stimulation and spread his legs even further.
Just for a few days.
It was enough for now. It had to be enough. It was not much, but it was a start. The altmer had agreed to stay in Whiterun for a few more days, and maybe, just maybe, they could work with that. They had never actually lived together before, so maybe if they experienced what that was like…
Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (18/?)
Date: 2013-04-13 06:19 pm (UTC)“I will fuck you right here, on the floor”, Serano declared all of a sudden.
“Yessss. Yes, please”, was all Romlyn could manage. He tried to wrap his legs around his lover’s waist but Serano forced them back down immediately. Deft hands yanked and pulled at his tunic, trying to get him out of his clothes. Romlyn turned his head a little to offer his ear to Serano again and it didn’t take long until sharp teeth nipped at the sensitive flesh. Serano’s panting breath drowned out all other sound. He could barely even hear the gossiping women outside or the usual bustle of the market place at morning anymore; even Adrianne’s hammering next door had turned into a soft background noise. The other shops must have opened some time during their argument… He hadn’t noticed it was that time of day already.
Realization struck him like a wayward lightning spell.
“No! Wait, wait, not here, not now”, he gasped. “I have to open the shop soon. A customer could come in any moment. We’ll scare them off if we have sex right here.”
Serano bit his ear again, harder this time, just on the wrong side of painful. Still, the altmer pulled back obediently, his expression somewhere between disappointment and annoyance.
“Fine. But you will make this up to me tonight.”
“Of course I will.” He just had to smile softly at those words. Tonight. Serano would still be here when the day was over. They would spend their day together, like a normal couple.
He had always wondered what that would be like.
His husband’s face softened somewhat, but he still looked irritated. “I just hope you’re not expecting me to rest in bed all day. I agree that it might not be the wisest idea to face the Stormcloak army in my condition, but I’m not a crippled old man, either. There has to be something I can do around the house.”
“I understand. In fact, I could use some help. There are a few errands you could run for me; you won’t even need to leave town for that.”
“Alright. What do you need?”
Romlyn smiled wryly. He really hadn’t expected it would end this well when he had raised his hand against Serano. There was more than one time when he had been almost certain that he would not get out of this alive.
It just showed that he had misjudged the altmer.
But that was not his fault; Serano was just so hard to figure out most of the time.
There were still so many things he needed to ask, so much they had to talk about. Romlyn always feared that he might push Serano too far, that he would destroy everything they had. But maybe he could show his husband that having a family to take care of him had its advantages.
Maybe he could make Serano understand.
They could make this work. He just knew it.
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A!Anon: Sorry for the long delay. This part was just really important and I wanted it to be just perfect. You won't believe how many times I had to delete and rewrite it.
Next week I'll be on vacation and won't be able to write anything during that time. It will probably take some time for me to update.
Look forward to Serano trying to play house and that smut I have been promising for a while now.
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