“I pursued her all over Skyrim, a race to the finish, trying to uncover one of the Dwemer’s greatest, and most elusive, secrets.”
“Did you succeed?” He asked carefully.
“Yes.” She said simply.
“What happened?” He asked her as carefully as he could.
The Dragonborn wore a bitter smile as she looked dully into the fire. “The story was over before it ever began. I simply arrived in time for an encore written in blood.”
Well, that didn’t explain much, but the tone was ominous enough for him to hazard a guess…
“You loved her?”
“I might have.”
Something in his heart constricted, even though he couldn’t have explained why.
“I’m sorry.”
A feeble laugh escaped her, “Don’t be. You had nothing to do with it.”
“Well, I’m still sorry.” He insisted softly.
She stared at him again. There was a question there, he saw it in her eyes… But she didn’t ask, and he said nothing more.
Eventually, the Dragonborn stood up. “Well, I think it’s time for bed.”
He immediately agreed. “Sounds good to me.”
“You don’t have a room at the inn?”
The mage froze. “Oh. Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”
She laughed it off. “If you don’t mind sharing tonight, you can stay. But don’t get any ideas.”
He rolled his eyes at that, “Right, because we had the most erotically stimulating conversation just now…”
The Dragonborn punched him in jest, and made her way up the stairs. She must have been more tired than she thought, because she stumbled and he had to catch her.
“Well,” He laughed, “that was exciting.”
“My Thane, you’ve returned…”
Marcurio looked up to see a Nord warrior at the top of the stairs. The fall had apparently woken the woman. Her eyes took in the sight of her fallen Thane and she went livid.
“Some Call it Foolishness” F!DB/Marcurio 16/?
“I pursued her all over Skyrim, a race to the finish, trying to uncover one of the Dwemer’s greatest, and most elusive, secrets.”
“Did you succeed?” He asked carefully.
“Yes.” She said simply.
“What happened?” He asked her as carefully as he could.
The Dragonborn wore a bitter smile as she looked dully into the fire. “The story was over before it ever began. I simply arrived in time for an encore written in blood.”
Well, that didn’t explain much, but the tone was ominous enough for him to hazard a guess…
“You loved her?”
“I might have.”
Something in his heart constricted, even though he couldn’t have explained why.
“I’m sorry.”
A feeble laugh escaped her, “Don’t be. You had nothing to do with it.”
“Well, I’m still sorry.” He insisted softly.
She stared at him again. There was a question there, he saw it in her eyes… But she didn’t ask, and he said nothing more.
Eventually, the Dragonborn stood up. “Well, I think it’s time for bed.”
He immediately agreed. “Sounds good to me.”
“You don’t have a room at the inn?”
The mage froze. “Oh. Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”
She laughed it off. “If you don’t mind sharing tonight, you can stay. But don’t get any ideas.”
He rolled his eyes at that, “Right, because we had the most erotically stimulating conversation just now…”
The Dragonborn punched him in jest, and made her way up the stairs. She must have been more tired than she thought, because she stumbled and he had to catch her.
“Well,” He laughed, “that was exciting.”
“My Thane, you’ve returned…”
Marcurio looked up to see a Nord warrior at the top of the stairs. The fall had apparently woken the woman. Her eyes took in the sight of her fallen Thane and she went livid.
“Damn you!” The Nord charged.
“Lydia, wait…!”
Marcurio’s world went black.