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Skyrim Page 3 - "Either you're naked, or I'm drunk. Maybe both."
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Beyond the Ice and the Fire (Spectral Assassin/F!Dunmer) - 19/?
(Anonymous) 2016-04-12 08:20 am (UTC)(link)“Tell me, beautiful Sister, why are we here?” he asked softly, raising the blade to her skin once more, though not yet cutting in.
“Because - “ Her breath caught, and her eyes darted leftward to catch the knife in view, then his hand, then up to his face. “Because we want to be.”
It must have been an answer that both pleased and surprised him, for he leaned in at that to catch her lips in a brief, searing kiss. His hand on the knife was uncannily steady, and it yet refrained from breaking skin.
“...And why do we want to be here – here, tonight, now?” The knife hovered, a butterfly kiss of a threat.
That was harder.
“I.... you... I asked you. To teach me how to feel again.”
A pause.
“And have I?”
Her answer was hesitant, but not false. “... Yes.” But not quite true, either, and he knew it.
“No.” The knife bit in again, and she let out a soft moan, but stayed still, this time. “I have reminded you, briefly. But there is only one person who can give you permission to do that.”
And that is not me, but you. The words unsaid echoed beneath what she heard, and she bowed her head.
His words shifted direction. “Why does this help you as it does?” he asked quietly, dragging the blade again, ever so slowly, through her skin, in a cut that connected gracefully to the first.
Riva gasped. “I can't.... can't....”
“Can't?”
“Think.”
She sensed rather than saw his smile. “You are always thinking. But I think this lets you slow down, if only a very little bit.”
…
I know pain, dear Sister. I know what it does to men and mer. I know how to use it to open doors, and open minds.
And that is exactly what I am doing, here. Only the motivation is different, and... even that...
You are so beautiful when you put yourself in my hands.
And because that is voluntary, because you want to be here, I can give you so much more. More than I take, I hope. I believe.
…
“It does,” she whispered.
“And what is it, now, that you need to not think, but feel?” he asked, voice inexorable. The knife rose, whispering over a still-burning breast to the skin just below it. She shivered, and felt it bite into her flesh with the trembling motion, ever so slightly.
“Falkreath.” The word was bitten out. Short. Ugly.
“Yes,” Lucien agreed simply, and silence reigned for a few moments more, except for the quiet gasps she made as he dipped the blade into another shallow cut, scribing a sigil of lost origin beneath her breast. “You were happy, there.”
“Yes,” she gasped, relief entering her voice despite the tension born of pain as he continued to slowly, artistically mangle her skin. “Yes, I was.”
“But a place is only a place,” he answered, blade flashing, the point of pain still moving as inexorably as his voice.
“Yes....”
“Yes. Why all this, then?” The question was almost, almost gentle.
“Gabriella!” she replied immediately, unthinkingly. “And Veezara. And Arnbjorn. And Festus.” Riva swallowed hard, then released a soft cry as his knife dipped deeper again, tracing along her ribcage. “And Astrid. I should hate her.”
Lucien's reply was almost, almost neutral. “But you don't.”
“I can't,” she gasped. “I tried, Lucien. But Sithis, I cared for her, too.”
“Why?” The word was soft. The blade lifted.
Riva's breaths came heaving, now, with the effort of staying still as he cut her. Two tears forced their way out of the corners of her eyes, and in front of anyone, anyone else, she would be ashamed of that. But with Lucien... there was only honesty. As much of it as she had to give.
“She gave me my Family,” she whispered after a moment. “Could you hate the one who brought you into the fold, no matter what they did?”
Those words had not meant to cut him, in turn, but it was clear that they did. He almost, almost flinched, and a deeper darkness took his eyes, as he nodded slightly. “That.... I understand.”
The knife slipped back into its sheath, and another two silent waves of tears coursed down her cheeks.
Re: Beyond the Ice and the Fire (Spectral Assassin/F!Dunmer) - 19/?
(Anonymous) 2016-04-12 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)Oh my god I've missed this fic!
Re: Beyond the Ice and the Fire (Spectral Assassin/F!Dunmer) - 19/?
(Anonymous) 2016-04-30 07:35 am (UTC)(link)