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Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (15/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Serano had mentioned that he wasn’t sure why he even kept trying. This province wasn’t his home and it would never be, and his old home was completely out of his reach. He kept fighting himself through his days without any ambitions or enthusiasm, without care whether he lived or died. He kept fighting because he had to, because it was some sort of obligation, but his actions were always without meaning. He lacked an ulterior motive, a goal or ambition besides the money to keep himself going. And with that he also lacked the iron will to live that allowed other mercenaries to overcome their boundaries again and again to last longer than a few months in this profession. A purpose.

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.