“And then I travelled for a while with this merchant who- are you still listening?” Dyce broke off and stared at Erandur. The fire was down to coals, although Dyce had fed it a couple of times, and he couldn’t quite see Erandur’s expression.
Erandur snored softly.
Dyce pinched the bridge of his nose. “You fell asleep. That’s what I get for keeping an old man up past his bedtime, I suppose.” Dragging him to his bedroll would probably wake him up, so Dyce got to his feet and draped the priest in furs to keep him warm and when to the entrance to retrieve his pack and his own bedroll.
He wasn’t sure if this would actually work, but Erandur’s determination to help had certainly cheered him up a bit. For a while he’d just not wanted to think about the whole thing; it didn’t seem too urgent at first, but a number of near-death experiences had forced him to confront the fact that his eternal servitude might start sooner rather than later.
Dyce did not mind obeying orders, especially when given by a beautiful woman, but there were limits; usually a couple of days at most. Spending eternity in silence, just sneaking around, it simply wasn’t him. He wanted out. And Erandur was the only man he knew with experience in this sort of thing.
And it had been too long since he’d visited the priest. Although prone to melancholy, his utter sincerity and gratitude when Dyce had dragged him down into some draugr-infested hole had endeared him to the thief. Too much, if he was honest, but Erandur struck him as too lonely and too fragile - he’d just hurt him in the end.
He stretched out in front of the fire, and despite the fact that this place had once been a palace of nightmares, he slept better than he had in a while.
He woke to the sound of mumbling and the smell of grilling salmon. For a few moments he had no idea where he was and then he realised what he could hear was Erandur saying prayers in front of the shrine in the next room. Silently he got to his feet and went to watch.
“Do you mean it?” he asked, when Erandur had finished.
“Every time.” He got to his feet and brushed dust off his knees.
Awkward.
“I’m sorry for boring you last night.”
“I wasn’t bored,” Erandur muttered.
“You fell asleep.”
“Let’s have some breakfast and then we can discuss it, hm?” Erandur refused to be drawn any further, and he made Dyce sit and eat. When they had finished they sat in front of the fire again, and Erandur apologised for not having more chairs.
“What now?” Dyce asked.
“Is that armour from Nocturnal?”
“Yeah. Do you think I should take it off?”
Erandur shrugged, “You’ve already seen the strings that are attached; it’s probably purely symbolic, but it couldn’t hurt.”
Dyce winked, “You just want to see me naked. All right.”
Apparently, Erandur didn’t want to see him naked, or even partially clothed, because he pointedly looked away as Dyce changed back into his old guild armour.
Erandur took a deep breath and began, “What you were talking about last night, do you really think that’s Dibella’s will?”
“Well, not exactly. It’s my will, but it’s fully in accordance with her teachings. She’s a goddess of love, after all, and I know Mara is too, but Dibella’s version is so much more fun.”
“You were talking about sex, not love. Are you trying to tell me you loved all of those people?”
“Well no, not all of them. That would be ridiculous. I’ve fucked with complete bastards.”
“Some of them then?”
“Yeah, ‘course. What kind of monster do you think I am?”
“I never said you were a monster.” Erandur sighed, clearly trying to wrap his head around it. “Give me an example then, who do you love?”
Dyce rested his elbows on his knees. “Erik,” he said. “Vex. Rune, Farkas, Calder-”
“Enough! Do you really love all those people?”
“See!” Dyce pointed at Erandur accusingly, “I knew you were going to say that. I can’t prove it to you but you can take my word for it.”
“Did you tell any of them?”
“Of course not. They’d have the same reaction as you.” Dyce sighed, “I don’t want to hurt anyone, let alone people I care about. If you tell someone something like that, they get expectations. Expectations I can’t live up to,” he muttered.
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Re: 'Redemption: It's a Love Story' M!DB/Erandur 3/??
Date: 2012-11-06 01:59 am (UTC)Erandur snored softly.
Dyce pinched the bridge of his nose. “You fell asleep. That’s what I get for keeping an old man up past his bedtime, I suppose.” Dragging him to his bedroll would probably wake him up, so Dyce got to his feet and draped the priest in furs to keep him warm and when to the entrance to retrieve his pack and his own bedroll.
He wasn’t sure if this would actually work, but Erandur’s determination to help had certainly cheered him up a bit. For a while he’d just not wanted to think about the whole thing; it didn’t seem too urgent at first, but a number of near-death experiences had forced him to confront the fact that his eternal servitude might start sooner rather than later.
Dyce did not mind obeying orders, especially when given by a beautiful woman, but there were limits; usually a couple of days at most. Spending eternity in silence, just sneaking around, it simply wasn’t him. He wanted out. And Erandur was the only man he knew with experience in this sort of thing.
And it had been too long since he’d visited the priest. Although prone to melancholy, his utter sincerity and gratitude when Dyce had dragged him down into some draugr-infested hole had endeared him to the thief. Too much, if he was honest, but Erandur struck him as too lonely and too fragile - he’d just hurt him in the end.
He stretched out in front of the fire, and despite the fact that this place had once been a palace of nightmares, he slept better than he had in a while.
He woke to the sound of mumbling and the smell of grilling salmon. For a few moments he had no idea where he was and then he realised what he could hear was Erandur saying prayers in front of the shrine in the next room. Silently he got to his feet and went to watch.
“Do you mean it?” he asked, when Erandur had finished.
“Every time.” He got to his feet and brushed dust off his knees.
Awkward.
“I’m sorry for boring you last night.”
“I wasn’t bored,” Erandur muttered.
“You fell asleep.”
“Let’s have some breakfast and then we can discuss it, hm?” Erandur refused to be drawn any further, and he made Dyce sit and eat. When they had finished they sat in front of the fire again, and Erandur apologised for not having more chairs.
“What now?” Dyce asked.
“Is that armour from Nocturnal?”
“Yeah. Do you think I should take it off?”
Erandur shrugged, “You’ve already seen the strings that are attached; it’s probably purely symbolic, but it couldn’t hurt.”
Dyce winked, “You just want to see me naked. All right.”
Apparently, Erandur didn’t want to see him naked, or even partially clothed, because he pointedly looked away as Dyce changed back into his old guild armour.
Erandur took a deep breath and began, “What you were talking about last night, do you really think that’s Dibella’s will?”
“Well, not exactly. It’s my will, but it’s fully in accordance with her teachings. She’s a goddess of love, after all, and I know Mara is too, but Dibella’s version is so much more fun.”
“You were talking about sex, not love. Are you trying to tell me you loved all of those people?”
“Well no, not all of them. That would be ridiculous. I’ve fucked with complete bastards.”
“Some of them then?”
“Yeah, ‘course. What kind of monster do you think I am?”
“I never said you were a monster.” Erandur sighed, clearly trying to wrap his head around it. “Give me an example then, who do you love?”
Dyce rested his elbows on his knees. “Erik,” he said. “Vex. Rune, Farkas, Calder-”
“Enough! Do you really love all those people?”
“See!” Dyce pointed at Erandur accusingly, “I knew you were going to say that. I can’t prove it to you but you can take my word for it.”
“Did you tell any of them?”
“Of course not. They’d have the same reaction as you.” Dyce sighed, “I don’t want to hurt anyone, let alone people I care about. If you tell someone something like that, they get expectations. Expectations I can’t live up to,” he muttered.