Breath still ragged, her eyes raised up and the red irises of Alduin the World-Eater in human form were staring back at her. Too frustrated and guileless to be feigned. The Dovah she knew was not one for subterfuge, and with an aching sigh at last she pulled her blade away. She hadn’t noticed how tightly she was pressed to him until she felt him release a heavy breath.
The unfamiliar closeness made her stumble back, frowning hard at the man, even if she knew that logically he’d had no part in it. But now her problem was what to do with him. She was not ready to trust that this… incarnation of Alduin had no ulterior motives. There was no way she could trust him at this point, but she also couldn’t just leave him to languish here. If he truly didn’t remember, if he wasn’t planning anything, she couldn’t just kill him in cold blood.
“I am going to let you out of the cuffs now. If you do anything, make any moves to threaten my person I will not hesitate to put you down. You were no match for me as a dragon, and you certainly won’t be as a man.”
The pale man canted his head at her, looking confused but solemn before he nodded, leaning back to give her a bit more space to work. “I mean you no harm, woman. You saved me, I will honor that bond.”
The Dovahkiin frowned at him, but steeled herself anyway. “Good,” she grumbled briefly before she began to work her lockpicks on the cuffs. She’d not found the key on the chief’s person, it was probably in his effects but she didn’t feel like fishing around any longer.
A metallic click echoed in the room as the cuffs fell away from Alduin’s limbs, and the Dovahkinn quickly stepped back from dragon as she stumbled to his feet. Her hand was already on the hilt of her blade, ready for any hint of treachery. It was actually rather anticlimactic when he only brought his arms down and began to rub the feeling back into his wrists. He also pulled the sliced remains of the blindfold and gag off of his face.
She actually felt the need to step back further as the human dragon stepped forward from the cage. Bound up, though she had a good view of him, he didn’t look nearly as large, or unsettling as he did when he was not totally at her mercy. That unfashionably long mane was a dead straight black curtain that fell into his face, shadowing his features just enough to make them more stark for the contrast. The pale red of his mouth was twisted downward in discomfort, and he looked thoroughly displeased and frustrated with the whole state of affairs.
Well, she didn’t like it any better. Human Alduin was a damn sight bigger up close. She didn’t think of herself as a particularly delicate woman, but she was no amazon, and Alduin was as tall as a dremora and built like most elite of them. He loomed when he stood near her easily. It was not comforting.
Still, she’d not allow her suspicions or discomfort make her forget all principle. It was clear Alduin had been tortured at the hands of those bandits, and many of his cuts were still oozing blood, and the bruises on his body looked dark and ugly on such pale skin.
“Hold still,” she said impatiently, spreading her hands as they began to glow with golden light. For his part the dragon started a bit, his crimson gaze widening before he looked like wanted to take a step back. He didn’t seem to understand what she meant to do, but she gave him credit, he didn’t run. That stubbornness was one-hundred percent Alduin, and she almost laughed in pure relief for at least something about the situation being familiar. Though she didn’t.
Instead the Dovahkiin pursed her lips and pushed her magic out to heal his wounds. Unlike destruction magic, which was both exhilarating and mildly painful, restoration was warm, gentle, and damn near intimate. It made her stiffen, feeling the warm glow in her hands as the peaceful patterns of her magicka stroked along his wounds. She felt his body, his aches, his weariness and frustration and the magic sought to soothe them. She kept her face carefully blank as the Dovah gasped, his red eyes looked wild, accusing for a moment before darting abruptly away as he seemed caught between relief and anxiety.
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F!B/Human!Alduin, "There Are No Endings" (8/?)
Date: 2012-09-14 12:40 am (UTC)The unfamiliar closeness made her stumble back, frowning hard at the man, even if she knew that logically he’d had no part in it. But now her problem was what to do with him. She was not ready to trust that this… incarnation of Alduin had no ulterior motives. There was no way she could trust him at this point, but she also couldn’t just leave him to languish here. If he truly didn’t remember, if he wasn’t planning anything, she couldn’t just kill him in cold blood.
“I am going to let you out of the cuffs now. If you do anything, make any moves to threaten my person I will not hesitate to put you down. You were no match for me as a dragon, and you certainly won’t be as a man.”
The pale man canted his head at her, looking confused but solemn before he nodded, leaning back to give her a bit more space to work. “I mean you no harm, woman. You saved me, I will honor that bond.”
The Dovahkiin frowned at him, but steeled herself anyway. “Good,” she grumbled briefly before she began to work her lockpicks on the cuffs. She’d not found the key on the chief’s person, it was probably in his effects but she didn’t feel like fishing around any longer.
A metallic click echoed in the room as the cuffs fell away from Alduin’s limbs, and the Dovahkinn quickly stepped back from dragon as she stumbled to his feet. Her hand was already on the hilt of her blade, ready for any hint of treachery. It was actually rather anticlimactic when he only brought his arms down and began to rub the feeling back into his wrists. He also pulled the sliced remains of the blindfold and gag off of his face.
She actually felt the need to step back further as the human dragon stepped forward from the cage. Bound up, though she had a good view of him, he didn’t look nearly as large, or unsettling as he did when he was not totally at her mercy. That unfashionably long mane was a dead straight black curtain that fell into his face, shadowing his features just enough to make them more stark for the contrast. The pale red of his mouth was twisted downward in discomfort, and he looked thoroughly displeased and frustrated with the whole state of affairs.
Well, she didn’t like it any better. Human Alduin was a damn sight bigger up close. She didn’t think of herself as a particularly delicate woman, but she was no amazon, and Alduin was as tall as a dremora and built like most elite of them. He loomed when he stood near her easily. It was not comforting.
Still, she’d not allow her suspicions or discomfort make her forget all principle. It was clear Alduin had been tortured at the hands of those bandits, and many of his cuts were still oozing blood, and the bruises on his body looked dark and ugly on such pale skin.
“Hold still,” she said impatiently, spreading her hands as they began to glow with golden light. For his part the dragon started a bit, his crimson gaze widening before he looked like wanted to take a step back. He didn’t seem to understand what she meant to do, but she gave him credit, he didn’t run. That stubbornness was one-hundred percent Alduin, and she almost laughed in pure relief for at least something about the situation being familiar. Though she didn’t.
Instead the Dovahkiin pursed her lips and pushed her magic out to heal his wounds. Unlike destruction magic, which was both exhilarating and mildly painful, restoration was warm, gentle, and damn near intimate. It made her stiffen, feeling the warm glow in her hands as the peaceful patterns of her magicka stroked along his wounds. She felt his body, his aches, his weariness and frustration and the magic sought to soothe them. She kept her face carefully blank as the Dovah gasped, his red eyes looked wild, accusing for a moment before darting abruptly away as he seemed caught between relief and anxiety.