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Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (47/?)

[(Anonymous)]

It was a different kind of fear.

Runa could turn on him if he hurt her in any way, could attack him, could kill him if it came down to that: She didn't need him, didn't expect anything from him. She had managed to get by on her own without him until now, and could continue you to do so even if she had to go back to orphanage. There were people waiting for her, who cared for her even though some of the other children at the orphanage had bullied her. The girl had a place to go back to.

Romlyn, on the other hand, had nothing. He depended on the altmer because there was no one else to turn to. No one was waiting for him anywhere; Serano had made sure of that. Instead of courting the dunmer the way other people did, instead of making him fall in love with him he had destroyed everything he had, until he'd had no other choice but to rely on Serano.

He didn't even have to try that hard.

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Somehow he just couldn't leave Romlyn lying there on the floor like the last time they had fucked; as soon as he was able to - when the wolf's consciousness receded, his magic returned and the nausea caused by the abrupt transformation had passed - he started healing his wounds. Of course there were limits to what he could do: Dealing with the bite wounds was easy enough, but those weren't Romlyn's worse injuries. The dislocated shoulder was beyond his ability. He could set the bone and ease the pain with his magic; weeks would pass until it would be fully healed, though.

And he just couldn't bring himself to touch that other wound, even though it would be a lot harder to heal without feeling the extent of the damage for himself. It was hypocritical, he hated himself for feeling that way, but the very thought of touching that nasty mess of blood and dog seed was sickening. It was filthy. Right now Romlyn's body disgusted him.

The dunmer let himself be manhandled, didn't complain even as he scooted him up and carried him up the stairs like one would a woman or a child. Carefully he laid him onto their bed and wound some furs around the broken body.

Serano wasn't one for cuddling, but he remembered how clingy Romlyn had been last time. So he lay down next to him and wrapped his arms around his lover. Or rather, he tried to. There was no position to be found that would be comfortable for them both and didn't require Serano to get too close to his lover. He just hoped the other man didn't notice his disgust.

He could do all that now. The headache was gone, the urge to break and destroy was gone; after all Romlyn had been punished, even though his methods had been questionable.

For some reason he was... elated. The wolf was satisfied and had stopped bothering him for the first time in months, and the splitting headaches caused by the dragons' influence were gone without a trace; he felt like himself again, for the first time since forever, and all it took was-

"You're not mad anymore, right?", his spouse whispered. His voice was hoarse, as if he had been screaming for a long time.