Skyrim Page 3 - "Either you're naked, or I'm drunk. Maybe both."

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Poor Judgment, (3/?)

[(Anonymous)]

They chat a while, Case recounting the story of her daring infiltration of the shipping warehouse and all the valuables she picked off the shelves. "I know gold when I feel it," she explains at one point, "but it was a little awkward, crouching there in the shadows, listening for the next guard to walk by, touching around this statue trying to determine what the hell it even is, and don't ask me why I thought it was important. Then I'm blushing and ducking out of sight when the guard does come, and all I can think is, 'it took me two minutes of groping Dibella's bare breasts to recognize her?!'" He laughs raucously at that, and at the tale of her near-miss with a goat that gods only know why was running around on the loose, trying to barrel her over off a narrow walkway. Eventually, she purportedly opted to just shove the damn thing into the water the next time she heard hooves rush by, and let it swim.

"So why the name?" he asks after a while. A little tipsy after a few flagons of ale, she just 'hmm?'s at the question. "Well, there's plenty of odd nicknames around here, but why Case? As in 'casing the joint', or...?"

Case just snorts and shakes her head, crinkling her tiny nose. "No, I just thought it was less flowery than 'Caecilia'. The horrors of Imperial mothers." She sips her drink, still chuckling as she adds, "You'll never guess what that means."

"Beauty?" he asks, thinking himself sly, and she just laughs. "Well I know it ain't 'fuckable,'" he offers, deciding to take the low road.

"Wouldn't know, haven't seen a mirror in a while," she shoots back, "It means 'blind.' Bad luck, naming your kid that, or so I guess. Mother just thought it was pretty."

"Blimey," he mutters, rubbing a hand over his stubble and smiling half because he knows she won't see it and half because, well, she's smiling, so obviously it's okay. "And I thought my mum had poor judgment.

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_{Gotta go to work. Bleh. More later. :D Promise.}

OP here!

[(Anonymous)]

Gosh, what a wonderful thing to come home to. Your writing is great, and I'm loving all of it so far. My firstborn is yours <3

A!A

[(Anonymous)]

Jeez, all these firstborn kids I'm getting, and I don't even know what to do with them. Do I open my own Honorhall Orphanage or go all Jonathan Swift's "Modest Proposal" on them?

Glad you like it, OP. I'll post more this afternoon. <3

Re: Poor Judgment, (3/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Oh this is really nicely paced. Well written. I never really considered Devlin before, but you write him really well.