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Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (4/?)

[(Anonymous)]

For four days Romlyn tried to avoid thinking about anything at all. If he stopped focusing on providing what little comfort he could for his shattered husband, horrible thoughts invaded his mind. He didn’t want to think about what he was going to do if Serano didn’t wake up. He didn’t want to think about what he was going to do if Serano stopped breathing. He didn’t want to think about why he loved this man so much that he had forgotten how to live without him. His life during the last few months had not been measured by days, but rather by stretches of time when Serano was with him and ones when he wasn’t.

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-“