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Re: Ondolemar/F!DB - "Pantheon" 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

That vision, along with her words, immediately changed the mood in the empty hall. Maren tensed, watching him staring at her neck. She did it on purpose, of course, it was just another way to taunt him but the reaction she got was quite unexpected.

He stayed unnaturally still, like one of the machineries that embellished the museum of the Keep. The only signs that betrayed the resemblance with those dwemer artifacts were his finely tailored robes and his gaze. It became intent, focused on her, searching for something that she couldn’t place. It was the first time he was actually looking at her and he seemed genuinely shocked. Never before he had showed this kind of emotion so openly. Her jabs, no matter how much acridity she used, were nothing more than an annoying fly that he could chase away with a wave of his hand.
Few awkward moments of silence passed and Maren decided she had had enough of the silent treatment.

“Don’t you know that it’s rude to stare?”

Her voice seemed to drag Ondolemar back to his senses but the look he gave her made Maren promptly regret her words. He was always fractious but this furious expression was a novelty.

Maren never saw his hand rise and close around her neck like a bear trap.

He held her at arm’s length for a second, just the time to see the bafflement on her face, before dragging her like a sack of potatoes along the corridor and out of sight. He shoved her behind the corner and pinned her there, a trophy hanging from the wall. Maren didn’t have time to realize what was happening. His other hand went dangerously near her eyes, the air filled with electricity, raising the hair on her neck, and the pulsing blue light and sparks of a shock spell came into her field of view.

“How dare you..” he hissed “how dare you trifle with me, pursuing this abomination?”

Like she had done a few moments before, his words had the power to provoke a reaction.

“And who are you to force your will on my people?”

“I am a member of the Dominion” he was shuddering with rage and indignation.

“This means that you are nothing”

“I suggest you to forswear your fake God if you want to get out of here on your legs”

“I have another suggestion. Why don’t you go to Oblivion and praise your own damned Gods?”

The hold on her neck tightened and her vision blurred.

“Unwise words. No, I think I will remain here and just kill you, heretic.”
She instinctively gave a look of confusion and fear. He wanted to murder her?
“Whatever gave you the impression that you could hide forever behind your connections is a complete delusion. This city has a thirst for blood, I can provide it a taste of yours and get rid of what remains of your corpse. So many people long for your death, Nord.. Forsworn, mercenaries, Imperials.. ”

“Thalmor scum!” Maren tried to struggle but it was a futile attempt. She wasn’t frail nor weak but he was taller and, as she had discovered in the worst possible way, he didn’t need the bulky frame of a seasoned warrior to have a steely grip.
Ondolemar didn’t even react at her insult and panic took possession of rational thoughts. If he wasn’t going to stop, he would strangle her to death.
She squirmed even more, kicking and trying to push him away. Her hands were frantic and her efforts, combined with the lack of air, were gradually losing strength. He didn’t let go of his vicious grip but he was clearly struggling to keep her still and quiet. If he really had intention to kill her he wanted to be certain that the crime remained hidden from the prying eyes of the Court.
Her body was too close to his to be considered appropriate and the wheezes that were escaping her mouth only served to stoke up his rage even more.
She had humiliated him, rubbing in his face her disrespect, her provocations, her faith in the false God, her mere being.

The anger in his eyes told Maren that he would return the favor.