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"Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 10a/??
Date: 2014-01-16 11:11 am (UTC)“Subtlety might be becoming on you, if only you could fit into it,” Ulfric smiled.
“Not as becoming as you in all this finery,” he gibed. “Is all this for the Breton?”
“That Breton is the reason I’m standing before you at all,” he replied. “The reason you’re not still rotting in a cell.”
The sun had fallen, its bloody light bursting past the tips of bare branches. As the world descended into evening, the curtains were opened, allowing the last decaying light of day to flood the palace rooms. When Audric appeared at last, his housecarl at his side, he seemed a shadow of himself. Throughout dinner, he kept quiet, answering questions with stock answers, making little in the way of conversation. He lacked his usual charm, his enthusiasm; he neither quipped nor laughed nor hardly drew more than slight breath. Rather, he was somber, subdued.
Ulfric did not make him sit through dessert.
“You must be tired.”
Audric shrugged, nodded.
“Is there anything you need, apart from a warm bed?”
At last, his lips pulled into a wispy smile. “A hot bath and some fine wine might do it.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
As Audric was shown to the apartments reserved for him, Ulfric looked on, concerned. To anyone else, he might have seemed puzzled or simply occupied, but he was plain as day to his old friend.
“You’re worried about him,” Galmar observed gruffly.
“He was not himself, this evening.”
“It’s a long ride from Riften. Though I’m sure he’s a delight.”
Ulfric snorted. “He can be quite disarming, when he feels up to it.”
“Disarming, eh?” Galmar ribbed him in the side. “I don’t suppose you mean that in the classical sense.”
Miffed, Ulfric’s jaw tightened. “The ‘classical sense?’ Galmar, I think your time with the Imperials has done things for you.” A pause ensued wherein Ulfric wondered if he'd gone too far.
But Galmar did not disappoint. “No more than your time with the Breton has done for you.”
All the rooms were dark, shrouded nests between slats of stone and wood. Audric sank in the great iron tub, hugging his knees to his chest. He dared tread the edge of sleep, even as the waterline tickled his chin. He retreated within himself, shrinking away from the world, not thinking about all that needed doing. He unfurled and breathed deeply. At last, he immersed himself, coming up for air only once his chest burned. Endeavoring to bathe after nine hours of being rocked and jostled, bumped and lacerated by his own worldly possessions, he gave himself a thorough scrub and soaked his hair not once, but twice. It was not his own soap, however, not his tonics, and he felt out of place.
It was only when the water turned cool and his skin began to rise that he finally got out, swathing himself in a warm, soft robe. And he realized, as he crept carefully into his room, that he was exhausted. He cocooned himself in bed and took to dreaming, safe and warm. His waking life fell, diminished, into the far corners of his mind, and where consciousness dropped off, imagination took up. He dreamed of strong shoulders, a pair of steadfast arms to hold him near; warm breath as it eddied between bodies, a low voice in his ear, like a summer storm.
Audric often dreamed of his lovers, past, present, and potential. He was born to it, after all, that most exquisite sign, more graceful than all others. He dreamed of wet kisses, and sweet touches; he dreamed of push-pull warfare waged in secret, and of covenants forged with skin in the meek light of morning.
Of all mundane pleasures, sex was Audric’s almost-favorite.
"Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 10b/??
Date: 2014-01-16 11:14 am (UTC)The picture embellished itself, becoming clearer, and Audric’s toes curled and his lip grew sore beneath his teeth and he whined, quickening his hand. He imagined being thrown onto his back, being taken with his legs in the air, under broad muscle and a capable mouth. He longed to be tasted, devoured even. His belly coiled and his head grew light and then his orgasm took him by surprise.
He was already half folded into sleep when he finally tasted a familiar name on his tongue.
In the morning, he didn’t take breakfast. Rather, he slept in, turning over and over in bed, grumbling about the sunlight, about the ache in his neck, about anything he could. But when he could no longer fall in and out of sleep, he lay on his back, squinting blearily up at the high stone ceiling. He tried to remember his dreams, but they evaded him, disappearing into nothingness.
The air was frigid and still; the fire had whittled down in the night, and now nothing but dead ash lay in the grate. Shivering, he crawled out of bed and hurried to find his clothes – tucked neatly into a drawer when he hadn’t been looking, no doubt. He combed his hair and washed his face, but skimped on his usual routine, too restless to be bothered. Instead, he donned his coat and gloves, winding his favorite gray scarf round his neck.
In the narrow hall, Iona caught him by the shoulder. “Where are you going?”
“Nowhere,” he answered curtly.
“To see?”
“No one.” He kept walking.
“What for?”
“None of your business!” he called cheerily over his shoulder, leaving the chambers behind. Ulfric was not present in the main hall, and Audric was grateful. He could make a secret of his errand, though he’d rather just skip to the part where his sanctimonious host put forth his ire.
Windhelm smelled cold, from the glacial air to the lumbering ice floes to the city’s very walls. Pulling his scarf up over his nose, Audric strode down through the tiers of the Valunstrad. The avenue was brimming, people milling in clumps to keep warm and to gossip; children ran, shrieking and laughing after one another. He strolled leisurely, weaving in and out of the crowd, awash in the smells of firewood and hot food and tobacco smoke.
Then, he turned onto a cramped side street, into the Gray Quarter.
It had come a tremendous way under Brunwulf’s management. The water was cleaner, the air less oppressing, and general habitability was on the incline. The noise was raucous as ever, perhaps more so. Here, the smells turned piquant like spice, and the sounds of food cooking out of doors, of rapid conversations in Dunmeris, overpowered the bland character of Windhelm proper.
“Good afternoon, Ambarys.” Audric sat at the bar.
Turning a sharp eye on this familiar interloper, he said, “You’ve got some nerve, showing up here. You know, the talk around town is that you put Ulfric back on the throne.”
“Is that so? How gracious and incredible of me.” Amused, he pulled out his coin purse. “Now then, a drink, if you please.”
Pulling a polished mug off the wall, Ambarys said, “Far-fetched it might be, but you’re the outlandish sort.” He set down the mug, steaming with something dense and pungent.
“What’s this?” Audric asked, peering at his own reflection, rendered uniformly brown.
“Some strong coffee; it’s a bit early in the day for Mazte.”
"Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 10c/??
Date: 2014-01-16 11:18 am (UTC)“Don’t put it past me,” Ambarys teased. “Now, what are you doing down here in the dregs of the city, anyway? I’d heard you’d moved yourself into the palace, quite neighborly with his High and Mighty –”
“Now, now, before I allow you to interrogate me,” another sip, accompanied by a shock of heat, “I’d like to know how it is that in a night, I’ve become the center of gossip.”
Cocking an eyebrow, Ambarys said, “I thought you knew you were the center at which all things revolve.” This earned him an eyeroll and little else. “This storm’s been brewing since Free-Winter received summons to a council in the Rift. Maybe a few weeks before that, there was an inquisition regarding your whereabouts; did some snooping in the Emissary’s diary, did we?”
“How do you know about that?” Audric demanded.
“I didn’t until just now, but there’s been rumor and hearsay ever since those Thalmor vermin came through asking questions, making threats.” He watched Audric’s face grow pale and added, “Never thinking of the bigger cause, are you.”
“Ambarys, I...I never thought…”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Was anybody...I mean, did they –”
“Did they take prisoners? No. They did put the fear of the et’Ada in us, though.”
“Yes, well…” Eager to change the subject, he said, “My role in Ulfric’s return may have been instrumental, but it will comfort you to know that Tullius himself sentenced me here to act as officiated tattle-tale.”
“Serves you right.”
“Perhaps.” He drank again, and now the coffee simmered pleasantly.
Words came to a gentle stop, and Ambarys tended to his other patrons. Audric noticed he’d expanded his staff; a pretty Bosmer boy flitted between tables, and a few other Dunmer made rounds from kitchen to counter with finished orders. At some point, Ambarys nudged a plate full of hot food in front of Audric.
“What’s this?”
“Eat. You’re getting thin.”
Audric smiled, thankful, and tucked in. “Could I,” he said, cutting his chicken into neat bites, “I would make you my personal chef.”
“Remember me when you finally manage to get a grasp on your finances, then.”
Once the rush had died down, and only after most people had trickled out of the tavern, Audric brought Ambarys back around for discussion. “Given my profession,” he began, but was interrupted.
“I try not to think about it.”
Clearing his throat, he went on. “I’m sure you understand that it would be...inconvenient, keeping my collateral in the palace.”
“If Stormcloak or one of his lackeys should happen upon your contraband, you mean?” Ambarys chuckled, taking Audric’s empty plate. “Inconvenient for you, yes; wildly entertaining for us. But I can’t put you in touch with anyone; you’re better connected than I.”
“Ah that’s what I came down here to discuss, today.” In a corner, some Dunmer were sharing a pipe of Ampoule leaves and the foul smoke was muddling him. “I wouldn’t trust just anyone with the task, after all. I need someone reliable, someone I can call a friend, someone nearby.”
Ambarys frowned and curled his spindly fingers into a fist. “Oh no, not this, not again –”
“But my dear friend, my confidant!”
“Isn’t it enough that I guard your wretched horde whenever you decide to go for a jaunt up north? As if I don’t risk my neck as is.”
Putting on his best face, Audric tried to entice him. “I’ll pay you handsomely for your effort.” This was met with a leer, and he clarified, “You know I don’t trade favors for favors, only coin.”
“Coin for favors or favors for coin?” Ambarys countered, cruelly.
“All of the above,” was the guileless answer. “But do this for me, please?”
Annoyed and defeated, Ambarys heaved a sigh. “Very well. There’s an empty chest in the attic; you can rent it, for twenty-five Septims a week.”
“Deal!” Audric offered his hand, which Ambarys declined. Undaunted, he counted out some coin and proffered it. “Here, for the first month.”
"Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 10d/??
Date: 2014-01-16 11:22 am (UTC)“Because you love me,” he tried.
“I like you; you’re a decent enough man.”
“Oh Ambarys,” Audric stood, stretching, cat-like, “you know exactly how indecent I can be.” His scarf shifted and the light was streaming in at just the right angle so as to catch on a pendant he was wearing. It glimmered, silver and noble in the light, its sapphires like bits of fallen sky.
“And I suppose this will be the first of many deposits?” Ambarys said dryly, lifting it with a finger.
As if stung, he shrank back, surprising the elf. “No,” he murmured, concealing it again. “This stays with me.” It was a funny, almost poetic thing, that this – the one possession he least wanted Ulfric to discover – would remain with him, in the palace, at times right under Ulfric's nose.
As in most instances, however, Ambarys was kind enough – or perhaps indifferent enough – not to pry.
Hello again! I do hope everyone enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it; Ambarys and Audric are such a pleasure to write together.
As always, I look forward to hearing from you!
Re: "Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 10d/??
Date: 2014-01-20 05:01 am (UTC)I find Audric such an interesting character. Definitely not the typical depiction of a DB! Really looking forward to the next update!!! You have a great writing style!
Re: "Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 10d/??
Date: 2014-01-20 11:46 pm (UTC)Re: "Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 10d/??
Date: 2014-01-27 12:16 pm (UTC)Re: "Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 10d/??
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