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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
Re: OP is screaming - A!Anon
Date: 2013-03-11 06:50 pm (UTC)I'll try to update this soon.
If it continues the way I have planned the next update might include smut.
Re: OP is screaming - A!Anon
Date: 2013-03-12 03:33 pm (UTC)Re: Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (7/?)
Date: 2013-03-09 11:37 pm (UTC)Anyway, I love this A!A!!!<3
Re: Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (7/?) - A!Anon
Date: 2013-03-11 06:58 pm (UTC)Yes I agree, Serano is not exactly the ideal husband.
He tries, though. Sometimes.
Re: Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (7/?)
Date: 2013-03-10 06:05 pm (UTC)Re: Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (7/?) - A!Anon
Date: 2013-03-11 07:15 pm (UTC)I enjoy writing about relationships where both partners really love each other but it still doesn't work out for them.
Skyrim is simply the perfect setting for such a story.
And an "uneven" relationship is pretty much a given between the almighty dragon slaying hero and that guy he chatted up in the tavern.