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ANNOUNCEMENTS: UPDATED 12/16/2017

Happy Holidays, fellow Kinkmemers! I have returned and have no reasonable excuse for my absence except LIFE. I will be working on updating the archives. If anyone sees anything amiss, please let me know.

I am also hoping to find another Mod and an Archivist.

The more dedicated people we have in this Meme the less chance of it dying. I admit that being the sole keeper of the Meme is not great for the fandom. If something were to happen to me, for good, this place would go the way of the Fallout Kink Meme. Let's not let that happen! If anyone would be interested in Modding/Archiving, please drop me a line. Thanks! <3

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From: (Anonymous)

“I was merely suggesting that it might be nice to put ourselves up in some privacy together, without the looming presence of your house guest or your housecarl, for that matter. And without the presence of Mercer’s memory…” his eyes drifted to their corners, as if he could see Riftweald manor from here. “It was a lark anyway, a fantasy. I feel about as good as you do about living so closely under Maven’s thumb – as if her new title doesn’t put us too close for comfort, as is.”

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.

From: (Anonymous)

I only just found this fic, and enjoying it immensely. You write so well and I'm intrigued to see where the story will go to, looking forward to your next installments!

From: (Anonymous)

I will keep patientlt checking back on this fic! Can't wait to hear what Ulfric thinks about Audric breaking into the Embassy, and to hear them discuss THAT dossier...