“You’re right of course.” Dyce stepped away, and Enthir released a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “I’m not here for revenge, I’m here for my money, since ultimately that is what you’ve cost me. I’ve even worked it out for you, although I’m sure you’ll want to go over my figures.” He fished a slip of paper, covered in pencil scrawlings, from inside his jacket and handed it to Enthir. The paper was warm. And the number at the bottom of it was ridiculous.
“Hell no! I’m not paying that.”
“Shall I take this to Brynjolf?”
Enthir snorted, “Go on. I’d love to see that; tell the whole guild you got swindled.”
“So you admit it!”
“I admit nothing.”
They seemed to be at an impasse.
Dyce stalked around his room for a while, while Enthir folded his arms and leant against the table.
“You know the way I hear it,” he said. “It’s not just coin you deal in. You have no idea how drunk I had to get Nelacar before he told me how he got his hands on Azura’s Star, and even then I didn’t get details.”
Dyce let out a bark of laughter, “He actually told you? What, are you offering sell yourself to me to clear the debt? Sorry, Nelacar was one of those rare and delicate flowers; both an Altmer and lacking a stick up his arse. You qualify as neither.”
“Are you saying I should tie up Ancano and present him to you arse-first?”
“You know I’m almost tempted to say yes just to watch you try,” Dyce smirked. “But I only stick my dick where it’s welcome.”
Enthir had nothing clever to say to that and it wasn’t a mental image he appreciated. “I just want to go back to bed; I have a lot of window repair work to do in the morning.”
“Then pay me my money.”
“No. I don’t owe you anything. Get the hell out.” Enthir doubted he had the strength to physically throw Dyce back out the window he’d arrived from but he was definitely tempted.
Dyce ignored him, drifting around the room with a deeply unimpressed expression. “All right, fine. Good night.”
“Wait, what? Really?” Something wasn’t right here.
Dyce was already crossing the room to the window while Enthir’s gaze swept the shelves he’d been standing in front of.
“Hey! You pinched my gems!”
Dyce was grinning like a maniac and Enthir realised if he’d wanted him to notice. And now he was making a break for it. Enthir didn’t think; he acted. He leaped at the Breton, and gratifyingly, he got him, even as Dyce tried to leap out of the way. The Bosmer wasn’t as soft as most mages, and he tackled Dyce to the ground, and they both hit the rug with a thump.
Dyce was wriggling like an eel, trying to get away, and Enthir tried to remember all the dirty tricks he’d picked up in his youth, looking for a nerve to pinch while keeping his weight on Dyce’s feet so he couldn’t kick him off.
“You don’t steal from the Guild!” Enthir grunted, trying to drag himself up Dyce’s body, hooking his hands over his belt.
“Ha! Who told you?” Dyce said, trying to prise his fingers away. Dyce tried to roll him, and Enthir resisted and they grunted and scuffled, and Dyce yanked at Enthir’s mohawk and Enthir found his face pressed against Dyce’s crotch briefly before he hauled himself up further and tried to find where Dyce had hidden the gems, while keeping the man pinned.
Enthir was at a disadvantage; he’d been a scrappy fighter once, but Dyce clearly still was, and he was wearing his armour, as much as Enthir would have liked to sink his teeth into that skin, it was out of reach, whereas his robe was coming off as he pushed himself out of it.
“Dammit, dammit, dammit!” Enthir tried to get his belt off; if nothing else he was unlikely to leave without it, and they rolled, this time away from the broken glass and up against the bookshelf. Enthir tried to use his momentum to hurl Dyce into it, and ended up with the Breton on top of him and his side pressed against the shelves.
A couple of books tumbled down and landed on Dyce, which served him right.
“This is childish!” Enthir said.
“You started it.” Dyce was trying to pin him between his legs and Enthir objected violently, trying to buck him off. Dyce gasped.
Re: M!DB/Enthir "You Bastard" 2/3
“Hell no! I’m not paying that.”
“Shall I take this to Brynjolf?”
Enthir snorted, “Go on. I’d love to see that; tell the whole guild you got swindled.”
“So you admit it!”
“I admit nothing.”
They seemed to be at an impasse.
Dyce stalked around his room for a while, while Enthir folded his arms and leant against the table.
“You know the way I hear it,” he said. “It’s not just coin you deal in. You have no idea how drunk I had to get Nelacar before he told me how he got his hands on Azura’s Star, and even then I didn’t get details.”
Dyce let out a bark of laughter, “He actually told you? What, are you offering sell yourself to me to clear the debt? Sorry, Nelacar was one of those rare and delicate flowers; both an Altmer and lacking a stick up his arse. You qualify as neither.”
“Are you saying I should tie up Ancano and present him to you arse-first?”
“You know I’m almost tempted to say yes just to watch you try,” Dyce smirked. “But I only stick my dick where it’s welcome.”
Enthir had nothing clever to say to that and it wasn’t a mental image he appreciated. “I just want to go back to bed; I have a lot of window repair work to do in the morning.”
“Then pay me my money.”
“No. I don’t owe you anything. Get the hell out.” Enthir doubted he had the strength to physically throw Dyce back out the window he’d arrived from but he was definitely tempted.
Dyce ignored him, drifting around the room with a deeply unimpressed expression. “All right, fine. Good night.”
“Wait, what? Really?” Something wasn’t right here.
Dyce was already crossing the room to the window while Enthir’s gaze swept the shelves he’d been standing in front of.
“Hey! You pinched my gems!”
Dyce was grinning like a maniac and Enthir realised if he’d wanted him to notice. And now he was making a break for it. Enthir didn’t think; he acted. He leaped at the Breton, and gratifyingly, he got him, even as Dyce tried to leap out of the way. The Bosmer wasn’t as soft as most mages, and he tackled Dyce to the ground, and they both hit the rug with a thump.
Dyce was wriggling like an eel, trying to get away, and Enthir tried to remember all the dirty tricks he’d picked up in his youth, looking for a nerve to pinch while keeping his weight on Dyce’s feet so he couldn’t kick him off.
“You don’t steal from the Guild!” Enthir grunted, trying to drag himself up Dyce’s body, hooking his hands over his belt.
“Ha! Who told you?” Dyce said, trying to prise his fingers away. Dyce tried to roll him, and Enthir resisted and they grunted and scuffled, and Dyce yanked at Enthir’s mohawk and Enthir found his face pressed against Dyce’s crotch briefly before he hauled himself up further and tried to find where Dyce had hidden the gems, while keeping the man pinned.
Enthir was at a disadvantage; he’d been a scrappy fighter once, but Dyce clearly still was, and he was wearing his armour, as much as Enthir would have liked to sink his teeth into that skin, it was out of reach, whereas his robe was coming off as he pushed himself out of it.
“Dammit, dammit, dammit!” Enthir tried to get his belt off; if nothing else he was unlikely to leave without it, and they rolled, this time away from the broken glass and up against the bookshelf. Enthir tried to use his momentum to hurl Dyce into it, and ended up with the Breton on top of him and his side pressed against the shelves.
A couple of books tumbled down and landed on Dyce, which served him right.
“This is childish!” Enthir said.
“You started it.” Dyce was trying to pin him between his legs and Enthir objected violently, trying to buck him off. Dyce gasped.