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"Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 5b/??
Date: 2013-07-03 05:06 pm (UTC)“Why, so you can screw it up?” Audric accused. “I didn’t fall off the cart yesterday; I know that you know what I’m doing, and I know that you don’t like it.”
It was true, that he disapproved of Audric’s profession. But to be cast under suspicion of forging – and by a genuine thief, no less – was more than he could stand. “I doubt you were aware, but I’ve spent most of life overlooking the smaller misdeeds of others – I think I can survive another instance.” He spoke with a smile, with the ease of the unconcerned.
Audric huffed and pushed the book across the table. “If you scratch those numbers, I’ll make sure to mention your name in Solitude.” That seemed disproportionate, but then, it was often difficult to follow the line of his humor, to know where it diverged from sincere threat. “And by the way,” he called, not bothering to take cover while stripping for bed. “My pedigree is considerably bourgeois.”
“Your pedigree,” Ulfric chuckled, fixing an error in Audric’s work.
Encroaching on him from the side, brown leather pants undone, Audric still managed to look intimidating, even bare-chested and short as he was. “The name ‘Bellamy’ carries a decent weight in High Rock.”
Unflinching, though not altogether unbothered by the display, Ulfric stared back at him. “And tell me, Master Bellamy, exactly how much of that weight did you pull?”
Grumbling under his breath, Audric turned on his heel and stomped into bed. Ulfric enjoyed his amusement in benevolent silence.
"Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 5c/??
Date: 2013-07-03 05:07 pm (UTC)This day, as most of them had, passed at a snail’s pace. Unable to wander even the derelict streets of Riften, he felt trapped, more so than when he’d spent his days confined to the hills of Kynesgrove, the cellar of the Braidwood.
I’ve spent a great deal of time in cellars, it seems, he thought snidely. It irked him that he, a man well into his life, was spending his days cooped up while that young, arrogant Breton was traipsing around the country as if it were his backyard. Of course, he knew logically that Audric was on business, and from the look of the armor he’d pulled the night before, it was likely some dangerous business. Still, a twist of envy had yanked itself into a snarl in Ulfric’s stomach.
There was a plan. A loose plan. In fact, having been instructed in the stringent art of strategy, Ulfric could only vaguely refer to it as a plan without feeling a certain sense of shame. But he was cornered and this was his last resort. He wondered, idly, how many citizens of Skyrim had met Audric Bellamy, had discovered he was Dragonborn and despaired. The boy was hardly fit for tales of heroism, all around.
Flashes of Audric scaling that dragon on the hill, lodging his blade clean through its skull came to mind and Ulfric felt sorry for dismissing him. He was brave. He was clever and capable. But he lacked honor, and this conflicted violently with Ulfric’s own sense of heroism. There was some deep, skin-curling remorse in championing a man who lacked honor so severely. Not that Ulfric had never found trouble, as a boy. But that was different; that was a case of childhood mischief, inevitable and excusably healthy. But for it to follow a man into adulthood was pitiable.
That having been said, rooting around through someone else’s bedside table to find one’s own stolen property hardly counted as mischief. He scoured in earnest, without any eyes to catch him or anyone to answer to, but found no glimmer of silver, no glitter of sapphire. Bitterly, he shoved the drawer closed.
A frame fell to the floor with a loud crunch.
Picking it up, Ulfric removed the fractured bits, careful of the jagged splinters. The cloth was loose now, and he didn’t know what to do with it. It was a messy scrawl, a sketch – though not a bad one. Two boys, one of whom he recognized as Audric, if perhaps a little rounder in the face. Their faces were stylized, almost caricatures in their proportion. The boys appeared arm in arm, grinning widely. Scratched in the bottom right-hand corner were the words ‘wanted men’ and an illegible signature. He set the damaged frame over the drawing, would explain it away as the accident it was. Better an accident than a theft, after all.
Ulfric had grown too restless. The sky outside was somber and gray, the trees thick. He imagined he could get away with a stroll along the shore of the lake, provided with the cover of the clouds and a modest cloak. Modest, of course, could describe most of his possessions, lately.
The air was humid with an impending summer storm. Still, there was a sweet breeze off the lake and the smell of the grass and the fresh water was a salve for the soul. Growing up in Windhelm, and later behind the stone walls of High Hrothgar, Ulfric had spent his childhood packed in from all sides with snow. For him, there was something classically romantic about green grass and rivers free of ice floes.
He moved quietly, wary of his surroundings. A fox or two skittered past, and a family of deer looked on from a rocky outcropping. He could hear the shouts of men on fishing boats, unable to pick out specific words, left only with a jumble of calls and answers. He wondered in which ways – if any at all – the lives of these Riften folk had been altered by the war.
"Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 5d/??
Date: 2013-07-03 05:08 pm (UTC)“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize just how much shit I’d stepped in,” he chuckled.
“No, no. Don’t apologize. You didn’t have to save me, so...thanks.” The two of them froze, indistinguishable from the cliffside behind them as a trio of guards went tromping through the snow. The torchlight touched the toes of their boots, but revealed little in the vastness of night. When the footsteps had receded, Etienne whispered, “We should get moving, friend.”
“Friend?” Audric asked, pleased.
“I’ve seen you before, in the Flagon.” Reaching out and brushing his fingers along Audric’s armor, he added, “Please tell me this is new regulation.”
“Sorry, but this was a gift.”
“But of course,” he sighed. “Mercer would never shill out the coin for anything so nice.”
Audric winced, deciding to leave Brynjolf with the job of filling him in.
They paused for a drink at a river, quiet as shadows. Audric lowered his hood and splashed his face, not caring how the water mingled with sweat and dripped into his eyes. He blinked away the sting, savored the relief of the fresh air after the stale torture chamber.
Etienne was staring at him.
“Am I wounded?” he asked, began feeling his face.
“No, sorry. Only, you never gave me your name.”
“Audric.” He offered his hand, as if after an evening of jailbreaking and espionage they were fit for civil niceties.
Etienne shook his hand just the same, still examining his face. “You wouldn’t happen to be Audric Bellamy, would you?”
Taken aback, Audric’s arm fell limply to his side, nearly dragging Etienne into him. He stepped back, his muscles coiled, ready to run. “Do we know one another?”
“Indirectly,” he smiled. “I didn’t mean to alarm you. But I’m a friend of a friend; I was on a job for him, in fact, when I was captured.”
“Oh.” A stupid answer, but the information had overwhelmed him.
“Come on, we’d better keep moving.”
The two men traveled side by side, flitting under the cover of darkness, keeping off the road. At Rorikstead, they parted, Audric turning into the inn. It was late, and Mralki wasn’t at the bar, so Audric simply dumped himself into an empty bed, would pay his fee in the morning. He could not sleep, though. He was still reeling with adrenaline from his escape, and his mind was abuzz with questions.
Questions, now, about Ulfric.
Three profiles were tucked into his pack. ‘Indifferent’ and ‘mildly curious’ might describe how he felt about two of them, but the third one. The one marked ‘Ulfric Stormcloak’ had his interest firmly grasped. He’d never been averse to snooping, but for some reason, rifling through the file left a bitter taste in his mouth, so instead, he fell into a dreamless sleep.
"Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 5e/??
Date: 2013-07-03 05:10 pm (UTC)The air was muggy and the sky was overcast, bloated with clouds. Bugs congregated in thick swarms and Audric’s tongue felt heavy and dry in his mouth. He met few travelers on the road, but he wished now that he’d followed Etienne the night before, so that the time might have passed unnoticed.
His thoughts turned to Ulfric. Not Ulfric Stormcloak, not the deposed Jarl of Windhelm, but Ulfric who had done his dishes in a fit of agitation. For the first time, he thought of Ulfric not as a fixture, but as a man. He remembered Ulfric showing his age in his words, rather than on his face. It was difficult not to remember the refined way in which he carried himself in spite of his plain, unassuming garb. It wasn’t about power or station for him, as so many were quick to presume; eminence, for what it was worth, was in Ulfric’s blood, unreliant on external trivialities like clothes or court or the like.
A king is a king is a king, Audric sighed to himself.
I want OP and everyone else reading to know that I'm immensely pleased that you're enjoying this. I have a lot of fun writing the characters, and it's nice to know I might be getting them right. And last but far from least, thanks so much for being patient with me as I slowly chip away at this story.
Re: "Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 5e/??
Date: 2013-07-05 12:42 am (UTC)Re: "Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 5e/??
Date: 2013-07-05 10:57 pm (UTC)Re: "Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 5e/??
Date: 2013-07-12 06:38 pm (UTC)I also like stories which go outside of what is possible in the game, and particularly fix-it stories. There's no reason for Ulfric to be killed except that it's what the (bloodthirsty?) storywriters at Bethesda decided. So while I'm thanking you for your writing, I should also thank the OP for this prompt.
It did take Ulfric's comment of "Six hours?" and Audric's flush before I was certain that he'd been doing more with Brynjolf than simply drinking and catching up. As a great lover of slash I would like to see something a bit more overt. If you're not comfortable with writing explicit scenes, then perhaps you could include some cuddling or kissing? Though it doesn't even need to be sexual as such - just a longing glance or teasing pose, or thoughts in one of the characters' heads.
I shall be waiting impatiently for an update!
author!anon here
Date: 2013-07-13 02:36 am (UTC)I'm also quite pleased to have found this prompt. Fun fact: I initially sided with the Empire but after I finished the whole civil war story I felt irrationally bad about it.
I actually adore writing explicit scenes but the prompt focused on m!db with Ulfric so I figured I'd curb the details on Audric's other affairs. If OP doesn't actually mind, then I'd be happy to write those out as well (we certainly haven't seen the last of Brynjolf, to say the least...).
Again, thank you! I've got an update in the works, so hopefully it will be up sooner rather than later.