Title: Promises Summary: The Dragonborn returns from the depths of Azura's Star with a new burden. Once more, her life returns to Nelacar's hands. Tags: race:breton, char:f!pc, char:nelacar, kink:hurt/comfort, relationship:het
Siobhan's knees were weak from the instant she returned to her body. Trembling, the Breton gripped the nearby wall, squeezing her eyes shut in the hopes that it would stop her head from spinning. On the other side of the room, Nelacar watched her sway for a second before hurrying forward, taking a hold of her shoulders and guiding her to the bed.
“Easy, easy. Don't strain yourself,” he soothed, kneeling in front of her and pressing his palm to her forehead. She was warm, that much was certain, and her face had become deathly pale. Siobhan forced her eyes to open again, nonetheless, and forced a weak smile at the Altmer below her.
“You're telling me,” she rasped, quickly turning away to cough and slumping her shoulders. “How long is this supposed to last?”
“I...” The mage trailed off, not sure what to tell her. Truth be told, he had expected her to come back a little dizzy at most, yet here she was... “I'm not sure. Are you going to be sick?”
“Maybe,” the girl admitted, closing her eyes again. “Can I sleep for a bit?” She moved to stand now, hoping to get to the room on the other side of the wall, but Nelacar's hand on her arm was suddenly too heavy for her to fight.
“Sleep here,” he half-commanded, half-offered. “Lay down, now. There we go...” As Siobhan curled up under the blanket, quickly dozing off, the elf frowned, turning to where the Black Star lay on the table, repaired and empty. He had never considered the side effects, after all this time...
“Idiot!” he reprimanded himself, slouching forward on the counter and eying the Breton out of the corner of his eye. Even in sleep, her brow was furrowed, and he couldn't help but fret a bit, wondering if she was already having nightmares. With a sigh, Nelacar pulled his chair up beside the bed, taking a seat with a book in his hand and watching her worriedly. For once, he had no idea what he had started with the poor girl, and if he could admit it, it scared him. He lay a palm to her cheek again, tracing along the scar next to her eye before focusing on the temperature. Already, she had started to heat up further, her face flushed with illness, and her entire face seemed to be contorted in some unknown pain. He shook his head once more, leaving the room for some mead and hopefully a meal. It would be a long night for the both of them.
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Nelacar/F!DB: "Promises" 1/?
Date: 2012-10-15 02:21 am (UTC)Summary: The Dragonborn returns from the depths of Azura's Star with a new burden. Once more, her life returns to Nelacar's hands.
Tags: race:breton, char:f!pc, char:nelacar, kink:hurt/comfort, relationship:het
Siobhan's knees were weak from the instant she returned to her body. Trembling, the Breton gripped the nearby wall, squeezing her eyes shut in the hopes that it would stop her head from spinning. On the other side of the room, Nelacar watched her sway for a second before hurrying forward, taking a hold of her shoulders and guiding her to the bed.
“Easy, easy. Don't strain yourself,” he soothed, kneeling in front of her and pressing his palm to her forehead. She was warm, that much was certain, and her face had become deathly pale. Siobhan forced her eyes to open again, nonetheless, and forced a weak smile at the Altmer below her.
“You're telling me,” she rasped, quickly turning away to cough and slumping her shoulders. “How long is this supposed to last?”
“I...” The mage trailed off, not sure what to tell her. Truth be told, he had expected her to come back a little dizzy at most, yet here she was... “I'm not sure. Are you going to be sick?”
“Maybe,” the girl admitted, closing her eyes again. “Can I sleep for a bit?” She moved to stand now, hoping to get to the room on the other side of the wall, but Nelacar's hand on her arm was suddenly too heavy for her to fight.
“Sleep here,” he half-commanded, half-offered. “Lay down, now. There we go...” As Siobhan curled up under the blanket, quickly dozing off, the elf frowned, turning to where the Black Star lay on the table, repaired and empty. He had never considered the side effects, after all this time...
“Idiot!” he reprimanded himself, slouching forward on the counter and eying the Breton out of the corner of his eye. Even in sleep, her brow was furrowed, and he couldn't help but fret a bit, wondering if she was already having nightmares. With a sigh, Nelacar pulled his chair up beside the bed, taking a seat with a book in his hand and watching her worriedly. For once, he had no idea what he had started with the poor girl, and if he could admit it, it scared him. He lay a palm to her cheek again, tracing along the scar next to her eye before focusing on the temperature. Already, she had started to heat up further, her face flushed with illness, and her entire face seemed to be contorted in some unknown pain. He shook his head once more, leaving the room for some mead and hopefully a meal. It would be a long night for the both of them.