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Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (19/?) (+ more tags)

[(Anonymous)]

tags: kink:dom_sub, kink:anal, kink:size, kink:dirty_talk, kink:rough_sex

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The next few days were an utter disaster.

No catastrophes happened: No random dragon attack and no rumors about bandits terrorizing the farms on the outskirts of town disturbed the peace; no couriers came with urgent letters demanding Serano’s presence elsewhere and not a single guard remembered that the altmer was still wanted for theft and appeared on their doorstep to arrest him. This was probably the longest he had ever gone without killing anything since coming to Skyrim.

Serano kept his promise not to leave Whiterun and helped Romlyn around the house. He did everything that was asked of him, without any complaints, even though it was obvious that he didn’t have much experience in tending to potential customers. The two of them didn’t have a single fight.

Most of the time it was just them, enchanting cheap iron daggers for Romlyn to sell, or wasting their time with ardent but ultimately fruitless attempts of teaching Romlyn some magic. It was everything Romlyn had been hoping for.


Except that Serano hated every second of his enforced stay.


The altmer considered most of the menial tasks Romlyn presented him with to be beneath him; after just one day he looked offended whenever Romlyn asked for his help with something. At first he was merely bored out of his mind, but soon he became restless and his mood worsened rapidly.

Whenever Romlyn tried to talk to him his responses were monosyllabic and scathing; but that didn’t happen often after Serano started immersing himself in his alchemy experiments for the bigger part of the day and demanding absolute silence when he worked.

He didn’t touch Romlyn at night, despite what he had said immediately after their fight.

Romlyn couldn’t quite figure out what was wrong.
Serano was supposed to enjoy this small break from the endless fighting; so why didn’t he?

The only thing that helped him tolerate Serano’s sour mood was the knowledge that Serano treated him better than the other citizens. The altmer avoided them as much as he could, which was no small feat considering that Romlyn had to keep the shop going, which relied on people coming into their house to inspect his wares. Most times his husband just glared at potential customers from the corner of the room but on the rare occasions he actually interacted with them his sales strategy basically consisted of intimidating them into leaving their cottage as fast as possible. Their customers sensed his disdain and kept their distance, never approaching him of their own.

It was needless to say that Romlyn didn’t make much profit during that week.

Serano didn’t say anything, but it was obvious that he missed the fighting. It hadn’t been his choice to become a mercenary but now that he had adapted out of sheer necessity he was good at what he did; there was no such necessity to adapt to the life of a merchant.

After all the altmer knew he would be able to leave after a few days; then he wouldn’t be forced to interact with customers ever again. Living in this city and selling cheap weaponry was merely a temporary inconvenience to him.

Or maybe he had just forgotten what it was like to make a living of normal, honest work that didn’t involve death and destruction. Romlyn had no way of knowing.

He tried his best to make Serano enjoy his stay, but there were limits to what he could do. To find out how he could make life more agreeable to him Romlyn frequently asked him how he used to spend his days on Alinor before he had come to Skyrim.

But whenever he broached that particular topic the altmer clammed up completely. He had hoped he might be able to give him some semblance of his old life back, but that was impossible if he didn’t know just what Serano’s old life had been like. Neither could he give him a new one in this country if Serano made no effort to fit in.

He had been so certain that the altmer would open up to him if they just spent some time together.