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Nothing Gold Can Stay (Part 8/?)
Date: 2014-10-05 04:51 pm (UTC)Erik longed to join the battle, to get his revenge on the soldiers in the storm of swords. He ached for close combat once more. But Atla had strictly forbidden it, giving him her bow and telling him to shoot whatever approached him and nothing more. Blood boiled in his veins, but his still healing ribs prevented him from defying Atla's orders. Meeko had been commanded to stay beside him, and the mutt performed his duty to the letter. Meeko growled continuously, his hackles raised as he stood loyally beside Erik. He only strayed once, to tear the throat out of a guard who had gotten too close before Erik could knock an arrow in the ebony bow.
Just as it seemed the battle would go on forever, the winds shifted. The gates of the embassy were blown open by the force of a voice Erik could recognize anywhere. Everyone on the field stumbled at the aftershocks of Brynden's thu'um, Nothing's Men and Thalmor alike. Brynden himself ran through the gates with his twin daggers drawn and a broad grin plastered on his face. "For Life!" He hollered, slicing open the throat of the nearest guard and spinning around to confront the next.
His war cry was echoed by the Nothing's Men, their spirits restored by their co-leader's victory. Spells and arrows were flying left and right, until it was down to nineteen Nothing's Men, and one younger Thalmor soldier who quickly surrendered himself when he saw all hope was lost.
Atla quickly ordered the remaining Nothing's Men to build a mass pyre for the Thalmor Soldiers after looting their bodies. She then turned towards her new captive.
"So you're the wise one!" Jeered Atla, slinging her sword back into it's sheath on her back and sashaying forward. "Some reputation you live up to, lad. I thought the Thalmor never surrendered to anyone. I have a deal for you, elf."
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While Atla laid out the terms of the soldier's message bearing and the Men handled the pyre, Brynden raced off to find Erik. He pulled the shorter man into a tight hug the moment he found him. Erik dropped Atla's bow at the suddenness of it, wrapping his arms around Brynden's neck and resting his head onto the taller man's shoulders. The dragonborn's left hand raised to tangle itself in copper hair while his right pressed against the small of Erik's back.
Once they'd finally separated themselves, Brynden readjusted Erik's cloak and brushed the stray hair from his face. "Are you alright?" He asked quietly, holding Erik's face in his hands and stroking his thumb over his cheek.
Erik nodded, his exhaustion finally catching up to him. "I'm fine."
"You're worn out. How much sleep have you gotten since they've taken you? We need to get you a proper meal and a bath once we get back to Rorikstead." Brynden fretted like a mother hen, making Erik smile despite the hint of tears in his eyes.
But what Brynden said next caught him off guard. "Do you want to help light it up?"
captcha: now and forever. it seem's brighter times are in store
Re: Nothing Gold Can Stay (Part 8/?)
Date: 2014-10-09 02:41 pm (UTC)Nothing Gold Can Stay (Part 9/9)
Date: 2014-10-10 02:04 am (UTC)"Fire!" He released the fire arrow, watching it soar through the night sky and into one of the open windows.
Nineteen arrows followed it, each hitting a different area. After only a few more shots, the entire Embassy was ablaze. The oil slicks that had been set up caught immediately, burning anything not made of stone. And as Erik stepped back to watch the flames build higher and higher, the laugh that broke out from him shocked even himself. To see the flickering reds and oranges and yellows contrasting against the inky black of the night sky, to see the place that had been his own personal plane of Oblivion for the past two weeks fall... Nothing felt more like victory than that.
"Come on, you. It's high time you got some rest. You can ride with me so you don't fall off the horse. along the way." Brynden smiled fondly, placing a hand at Erik's back.
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When Erik next awoke, the sun was shining down on his face and Meeko was curled up at his feet. It took him a moment of petting the relaxed dog to figure out he was in his own room, at home, safe. Glancing around the sunlit bedroom, he spotted Brynden curled up in the armchair beside his bed, fast asleep and bathed in golden light like a ginger cat. He had changed into roughspun cotton pants and had a light blanket wrapped around his bare shoulders. A smile graced his features, making him seem much younger than his thirty-four years.
Erik found his eyes fluttering shut once more, and he succumbed to the warmth of sleep.
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It was two weeks later that the call of the road beckoned to Brynden once more in the form of letter from Neverwhere Hall. At breakfast, Erik and Mralki were greeted by an already armored up Brynden who gave Mralki a firm handshake and Erik a tight hug. With a quiet explanation of his intentions to return home and a thanks for allowing him to stay and oversee Erik's recuperation, he turned to part. Erik almost felt his heart break in half as he watch him reach to open the door.
Once more Brynden would walk away, would ride off into the sun without him. The thought of it made him anxious. Without thinking, Erik charged after him and called out "Wait!"
And then Brynden turned around, a broad grin on his face. "Yes, Goldie?"
"Can I come with you again?" Erik asked, voice shaky.
"There will always a place for you by my side, Goldie. Your silver mare and armor await us at the whereabouts of Never." Brynden replied.
And if Erik practically jumped into Brynden's arms and almost knocked him over when he ran to embrace him, well, only Meeko and Mralki where there to witness it.
As the duo headed out of Frostfruit Inn, both found that everything felt right in the world once more.
Re: Nothing Gold Can Stay (Part 9/9)
Date: 2014-10-10 03:27 pm (UTC)Re: Nothing Gold Can Stay (Part 9/9)
Date: 2014-10-13 10:39 pm (UTC)A!A
Date: 2014-10-15 08:26 am (UTC)Re: A!A
Date: 2014-10-17 06:28 am (UTC)