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"Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 6d/??
Date: 2013-08-28 05:09 pm (UTC)Still, he had so many questions, and no way to get answers.
At Riften’s south gate, he dismounted and shooed the horse on its way. It was a good, sturdy animal, but Audric had no business keeping it. He imagined it wouldn’t be long before Shadr found it, anyway.
The streets were empty, but for a few guards. He was tired and bitter, and wanted to make time stop, for just a while. He turned before the meadery and slipped out onto the docks. Naturally, it wasn’t long before disruption found him.
“So, how long has it been, this time?”
Audric flopped onto his back to look up at the shadowy figure of Brynjolf. “I don’t know.”
“Me neither.” He got to his knees and shifted until he could sit comfortably beside his guildmaster. “But I managed to get into trouble while you were away,” Brynjolf declared with a grin, as if bragging.
“Lady-trouble, I presume?” Audric asked. Usually, he was eager to be regaled with Brynjolf’s many and varied escapades – and also to exchange some of his own. But it was the end of a hard journey, punctuated with harder truths, and Audric felt as though his bones had grown dense with all the responsibilities he’d worked so hard to shirk.
“Of a sort.”
“Mm. And I suppose you’re just bursting to detail the particulars. I’m curious: was her enthusiasm while you fucked directly proportional to how hard she slapped you upon discovering that you’re an unrepentant cad?”
Silence descended over them. “Is that a hint of jealousy I detect, or is it just the road getting the better of you?” Beneath his nonchalance, there was a waver, an ounce of disquiet.
“Neither.”
“Well good. For the record, I was referring to Maven; a slap would’ve been welcome, instead of the chewing I got for covering your hide.” Brynjolf’s lips against his hair shocked him. “Please, finish up this ancillary business of yours. Etienne told me about your little tour of the Thalmor Embassy.”
Audric’s blood went cold.
“And now the Ratway is crawling with agents – looking for you, I suspect. And Maven tells me the Embassador was fuming, that her office had been sacked, and with no less than at least ten casualties strewn about the premises.”
Audric searched for something to say, but the well was dry. He didn’t know what he ought to apologize for, didn’t know how to explain himself.
“Bellamy, what have you done?”
He hadn’t told Brynjolf about his...birthright, for lack of a better word. He’d eschewed his identity as Dragonborn from the beginning, accepting it only once it became inevitable, and upon meeting this lovely, captivating man, he’d gone to great lengths to keep it to himself. Not that it was usually terribly difficult, in a country that expected the title for one of its own. But the dragons – Alduin, ultimately – were becoming more numerous, more insistent, attacking closer and closer to city walls. And though he was as qualified a secret keeper as he was a thief, some secrets were simply too big.
"Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 6e/??
Date: 2013-08-28 05:14 pm (UTC)Brynjolf frowned. “I hope the gold was worth your pound of flesh.”
“They were Thalmor.”
“It’s that sort of thinking that sired the war.”
“And that is a gross oversimplification.”
For a moment, it looked almost as if Brynjolf might hit him in the face, or just walk away entirely. But his jaw eased and the tension melted out of his shoulders and his eyes fell fondly to Audric’s own. “Just once, can’t you put some faith in my wisdom?” he was joking, of course.
“You’re old, Bryn, not wise,” Audric smacked his arm. “Besides, I don’t put faith in much.”
“Mm.”
The two of them sat side by side, leaning into one another, Audric’s head on Brynjolf’s shoulder as they gazed out at the darkened windows of Goldenglow. The property looked stark and abandoned without its old patrol.
“I don’t want you doing these outside jobs,” Brynjolf murmured. “Look where that got Etienne.”
“Every time you try to tell me what to do, I want you to remember that I wanted to turn down the position of Guildmaster”
“I’m not asking as your right hand, lad, I’m asking as your friend.”
Audric sighed. “I can’t heed that request. The work I’m doing is important – though, I often wish it wasn’t my burden.”
Pulling back, Brynjolf gazed at Audric a while, his expression inscrutable. “You called it your burden. I don’t know Audric Bellamy to suffer anyone’s burdens, including his own. What is this wearisome errand you’re carrying out?”
I’m purging the world of an ancient and terrible race, he thought sullenly. I’m fulfilling a destiny I don’t entirely acknowledge.
“You won’t tell me,” Brynjolf smiled grimly. “Fine, keep your secrets, and I’ll keep mine.”
It was hard to imagine that Brynjolf had many secrets.
At long last, he pulled Audric against him, kissed him on the temple and whispered in his ear, “Master Bellamy, might I call upon you this evening in your home, or are you still entertaining your fugitive guest?”
Audric whined, wrapping his arms around Brynjolf’s waist. “Please, take me here on the landing, no one need be the wiser.”
“As if you could quiet yourself for even a second,” Brynjolf teased him. “You know,” his voice reeked of the same oiled charisma as if he were peddling Essence of Spriggan’s Breath or some such fanciful ware. “Goldenglow is up for sale. Maven needs a new overseer.”
Audric scoffed. “Divines save that sod’s poor soul.” Working for Maven, even indirectly as he sometimes did, nauseated him, at best. It was his quiet and eventual goal to cut the guild’s ties with her entirely; if he’d wanted any part in political intrigue, he would’ve stayed in High Rock.
“Oh, I don’t know. Think about it: that whole, big house to ourselves, running the guild from a comfortable distance…”
“Ourselves?”
“You could keep Honeyside, let your friend stay at his leisure, and we wouldn’t have to spare coin just to catch up after your long excursions – not that we don’t take it right back, but that’s hardly the point –”
“Wait, wait, slow down. Are you suggesting I buy Goldenglow?”
“Not at all,” Brynjolf beamed cheerfully. “I’m suggesting that we buy it, together. Go in on it in halves, as that would only be fair.”
Audric felt as if his stomach had dissolved and he dearly wished that the rest of his body might follow suit. “And then what? A happy announcement? You don’t seem the type and you know I’m not. What kind of stunt are you trying to pull here, exactly?”
Brynjolf’s big, sonorous laugh rang over the lake, scaring a thrush into flight. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
Crossing his arms, indignant now, Audric rolled his eyes.
"Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 6f/??
Date: 2013-08-28 05:16 pm (UTC)Ever since he had agreed to aid Ulfric in recovering his political stature, Audric would occasionally entertain the idea of having Maven deposed, preferably in a public and humiliating fashion.
“Well, I need to get to bed; I’m really and truly tired.”
Brynjolf stood and offered his hand, pulled Audric to his feet. His eyes traveled slowly, predacious, along Audric’s body. “That armor looks better on you than it does me.”
“I don’t know about that.” The memory of the first time they’d donned the Nightingale armor together was still crisp in his mind. “Nocturnal’s uniform does you more favors than you deserve.”
The two of them walked together, back into the city and at a leisurely pace along the canals until they found themselves in the low light of the lantern by Audric’s door.
“Goodnight, Bellamy. Get some rest. I’ll pawn your numbers off on Karliah, this time.”
“Thank you.”
“And when next you decide to go gallivanting off to places you don’t belong, tell me.”
“Why, so you can try to stop me?” Audric chortled.
Gently, Brynjolf placed his hand on Audric’s neck, the pads of his fingers weighing against his skin. “So I can worry about you properly.”
Audric stood, in mild confusion, and watched until Brynjolf faded into the shadows before he finally turned and unlocked his front door.
Ulfric was sitting in the kitchen, writing in a journal. As Audric’s eyes found the points of him, his thoughts became a snarled tangle of like and dislike, of admiration and loathing, of pity and antipathy. Unknowing, Ulfric looked up from his work and even afforded him a slight, tentative smile. “Good evening.”
Audric nodded and passed into his bedroom. He slipped out of his armor out of eyesight. “I was expecting a lecture,” he admitted at length.
“Whatever for?”
“I was much longer than I said I’d be.”
Ulfric considered this in silence, thoughtful, discerning. “I was...troubled, by the protracted absence, but I saw you come up the south road.”
As Audric crawled into bed, he wondered what else Ulfric had seen; moreover, he wondered why it bothered him so.
Re: "Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 6f/??
Date: 2013-08-31 11:35 am (UTC)Re: "Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 6f/??
Date: 2013-10-06 07:55 am (UTC)