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ANNOUNCEMENTS: UPDATED 12/16/2017

Happy Holidays, fellow Kinkmemers! I have returned and have no reasonable excuse for my absence except LIFE. I will be working on updating the archives. If anyone sees anything amiss, please let me know.

I am also hoping to find another Mod and an Archivist.

The more dedicated people we have in this Meme the less chance of it dying. I admit that being the sole keeper of the Meme is not great for the fandom. If something were to happen to me, for good, this place would go the way of the Fallout Kink Meme. Let's not let that happen! If anyone would be interested in Modding/Archiving, please drop me a line. Thanks! <3

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He didn’t know what to do. For more than one week he had no idea what to do; but right now his helplessness crushed his resurfacing hope completely. He tried gathering his own magic in his hands pressing down on Serano’s hand: Not to form a spell, but simply a concentration of magicka to let Serano know what he needed to do. After a few seconds a soft yellow glow enveloped their hands, and Romlyn felt the beginning of a wide range healing spell, cast at them both without a clear target.

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.