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skyrimkinkmeme) wrote2012-02-17 04:29 pm
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Skyrim Page 3 - "Either you're naked, or I'm drunk. Maybe both."
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Show No Weakness - Part 18/?
(Anonymous) 2012-10-16 07:37 am (UTC)(link)---
Argis scanned for danger and avoided his Thane’s glance. He wasn’t sure where but he knew he had done something wrong. He thought back to the night and attempted to recall each and every detail.
He didn’t like the tension between them at the moment.
Perhaps it’s something I’m lacking…
He thought back to the night and mulled it over before the realisation hit him like an arrow. Am I lacking sexual experience?
Argis racked his brain and the more he thought about it the more sense it all became. Argis wouldn’t even mind being used as a whore if it meant he could banish the awkward tension between them.
How to gain sexual experience… Argis knew there were a few books in the Temple of Dibella and that the priestesses would probably know. He could probably pay someone to-
He couldn’t even finish the thought. The mere suggestion that he would have sex with someone else for some reason made him sick to the stomach.
Argis shook his head firmly to rid himself of all those thoughts. What was he thinking? He wanted respect from this man, not to be used as some plaything.
But if it makes him smile…
Argis sighed aloud; it felt like forever since he had seen Amund smile. He was at a loss; he had no idea what to do.
---
It had been almost a month and the routine was practically clockwork. In the mornings Amund would leave after a silent breakfast only to return later to take Argis on some quest. Some days they would make overnight journeys and each would carry their own packs, no matter how many times Argis insisted he take his thane’s.
They hardly talked only making conversation that was essential to keep them both alive. Yet, they both, individually, thought this was better than not being together at all. Argis tried on multiple occasions during the day to make conversation but Amund constantly shut him out.
In the more recent days Amund hadn’t been arriving home until the early hours of the morning, which had Argis worried.
Argis was sitting at the dinning room waiting for Amund to come home. It had become a common occurrence for the past six days. He would cook a meal and then Amund would not return until long after Argis had gone to bed. Then Argis would wake in the morning to find the meal merely picked at but almost untouched.
What Argis really wanted to do was talk with Amund. He wanted to apologise for not being as good, sexually, as he was expecting. He wanted to tell him that he couldn’t bring himself to get someone to teach him. He wanted to tell him just how lonely he had been feeling and wished they could go back to insults over silence.
But none of that was an option. True Nord men didn’t just proclaim feelings like that. If Argis did that respect would be near impossible to gain, he knew it.
Argis wondered where Amund was and what he was doing. As his mind wondered he felt an anger rise within him and he flipped the plate with his half finished meal and got up.
He didn’t want to be in this house any longer. He picked up his sword and a crate of mead and left the house. He didn’t technically have a day off, nor did he technically own the mead but he was beyond caring. He marched straight to the Guard Barracks to meet with his old friends; friends who he shared guard duty with before Amund walked into his life and ruined it.
Re: Show No Weakness - Part 18/?
(Anonymous) 2012-10-16 11:17 am (UTC)(link)Thanks for keeping us faithfully updated A!A. I hope you're enjoying all the pain you're putting us through.