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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.