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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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Re: 'Redemption: It's a Love Story' M!DB/Erandur 2/??
(Anonymous) 2012-11-06 01:57 am (UTC)(link)“Of course, if there’s anything I can do, you need only ask.” Erandur stopped stirring the soup and looked at Dyce. “What’s wrong?” he asked softly, because clearly something was.
Dyce sighed and bowed his head, “I am indentured.” He raised his head to meet Erandur’s eyes, “to a Daedric Prince.”
Erandur’s heart sank. He must have looked so disappointed because Dyce flinched and looked away again. Erandur reached out and covered one of his gloved hands with his own.
“I will do everything I can to help you. I promise.” He was going to stay more when his soup boiled over and he retreated to rescue it. He meant every word of his promise; he would not let Dyce become what he had been. He still didn’t understand how it could have happened.
Despite suddenly lacking an appetite, he ate his dinner in silence while Dyce stared at the fire. This wasn’t quite the reunion he’d hoped for.
“Which one?” Erandur asked, when he set his plate aside.
“Nocturnal.”
“Well, it could be worse.”
Dyce looked him in the eye, “I know.”
“How did it happen?”
Dyce shrugged helplessly, “I don’t know! I mean, my friends, they’re more like family really - we were betrayed, and it wasn’t even about revenge, we were just trying to clean up the mess. I don’t mind placating daedra. I’ve done it before. I would have got her stupid key back without her help.” He scowled.
“All right, relax,” Erandur said. “You can fix this. You haven’t done anything in her service like the things I did. We’ll work it out.”
Dyce smiled gratefully, “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet. Mara saved me, after all I’d done, so I’m sure her compassion will extend to you.”
“Well, about that, I know Mara means a lot to you, but I might have more luck with Dibella. I was a foundling at her temple and I lived there for most of my childhood.”
“You lived at the Temple of Dibella? Did you see the rituals there?”
Dyce cracked a smile for the first time, “Hey, there’s life in the old priest yet. No, I was a child. I was really bored by all the praying and leaving offerings and such. I was always running away to beg for sweets and hunt mudcrabs. I still remember some of it though. ‘Open your heart to the noble secrets of art and love. Treasure the gifts of friendship. Seek joy and inspiration in the mysteries of love.’”
Erandur was silenced for a few moments by this sudden scripture; there was more to Dyce than just an easygoing adventurer.
“I mean, I don’t pray or anything but I like to think I’ve lived a reasonably good life by her standards. I don’t really think about it much.”
“Is ‘living a reasonably good life’ enough, do you think?”
“I hope so. I’ve done more than most people.”
“Could you be more specific?”
Dyce raised his eyebrows. “You want all the details?”
Erandur wondered why he seemed so uncertain about it. “I want to help you. Maybe this will help.”
“Well, get comfortable; this is gonna take a while.”
Whatever Erandur had been expecting, what Dyce started telling him wasn’t it. He was trying to be polite about it, not getting too lurid in his details, but Erandur found himself shifting uncomfortably in his robes as Dyce methodically retailed various carnal adventures with a staggering variety of partners and locations.
At first Erandur was mildly horrified, then impressed and somewhat intrigued. Dyce was undeniably handsome, and he found the images conjured by his explanation somewhat distracting. And finally, it all started to wash over him; Dyce had a nice voice.