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From: (Anonymous)
“And then I travelled for a while with this merchant who- are you still listening?” Dyce broke off and stared at Erandur. The fire was down to coals, although Dyce had fed it a couple of times, and he couldn’t quite see Erandur’s expression.

Erandur snored softly.

Dyce pinched the bridge of his nose. “You fell asleep. That’s what I get for keeping an old man up past his bedtime, I suppose.” Dragging him to his bedroll would probably wake him up, so Dyce got to his feet and draped the priest in furs to keep him warm and when to the entrance to retrieve his pack and his own bedroll.

He wasn’t sure if this would actually work, but Erandur’s determination to help had certainly cheered him up a bit. For a while he’d just not wanted to think about the whole thing; it didn’t seem too urgent at first, but a number of near-death experiences had forced him to confront the fact that his eternal servitude might start sooner rather than later.

Dyce did not mind obeying orders, especially when given by a beautiful woman, but there were limits; usually a couple of days at most. Spending eternity in silence, just sneaking around, it simply wasn’t him. He wanted out. And Erandur was the only man he knew with experience in this sort of thing.

And it had been too long since he’d visited the priest. Although prone to melancholy, his utter sincerity and gratitude when Dyce had dragged him down into some draugr-infested hole had endeared him to the thief. Too much, if he was honest, but Erandur struck him as too lonely and too fragile - he’d just hurt him in the end.

He stretched out in front of the fire, and despite the fact that this place had once been a palace of nightmares, he slept better than he had in a while.

He woke to the sound of mumbling and the smell of grilling salmon. For a few moments he had no idea where he was and then he realised what he could hear was Erandur saying prayers in front of the shrine in the next room. Silently he got to his feet and went to watch.

“Do you mean it?” he asked, when Erandur had finished.

“Every time.” He got to his feet and brushed dust off his knees.

Awkward.

“I’m sorry for boring you last night.”

“I wasn’t bored,” Erandur muttered.

“You fell asleep.”

“Let’s have some breakfast and then we can discuss it, hm?” Erandur refused to be drawn any further, and he made Dyce sit and eat. When they had finished they sat in front of the fire again, and Erandur apologised for not having more chairs.

“What now?” Dyce asked.

“Is that armour from Nocturnal?”

“Yeah. Do you think I should take it off?”

Erandur shrugged, “You’ve already seen the strings that are attached; it’s probably purely symbolic, but it couldn’t hurt.”

Dyce winked, “You just want to see me naked. All right.”

Apparently, Erandur didn’t want to see him naked, or even partially clothed, because he pointedly looked away as Dyce changed back into his old guild armour.

Erandur took a deep breath and began, “What you were talking about last night, do you really think that’s Dibella’s will?”

“Well, not exactly. It’s my will, but it’s fully in accordance with her teachings. She’s a goddess of love, after all, and I know Mara is too, but Dibella’s version is so much more fun.”

“You were talking about sex, not love. Are you trying to tell me you loved all of those people?”

“Well no, not all of them. That would be ridiculous. I’ve fucked with complete bastards.”

“Some of them then?”

“Yeah, ‘course. What kind of monster do you think I am?”

“I never said you were a monster.” Erandur sighed, clearly trying to wrap his head around it. “Give me an example then, who do you love?”

Dyce rested his elbows on his knees. “Erik,” he said. “Vex. Rune, Farkas, Calder-”

“Enough! Do you really love all those people?”

“See!” Dyce pointed at Erandur accusingly, “I knew you were going to say that. I can’t prove it to you but you can take my word for it.”

“Did you tell any of them?”

“Of course not. They’d have the same reaction as you.” Dyce sighed, “I don’t want to hurt anyone, let alone people I care about. If you tell someone something like that, they get expectations. Expectations I can’t live up to,” he muttered.
From: (Anonymous)
Dyce was brought up in a Temple of Dibella! Ha!

Why am I unsurprised!

Lovely work so far, Dyce!anon.

~Martin!anon, with the squee.
From: (Anonymous)
He actually mentioned it to Erik briefly in Thaw, but he claimed he ran away when he was ten.
From: (Anonymous)
rockhardnipples!anon here - Love this so far! :D
From: (Anonymous)
Finally some more Erandur stories! Thank you for writing this, loving it so far.
From: (Anonymous)
DYCE DYCE DYCE YES!!!!

I imagine he gets that reaction a lot...

So far I am loving this so so much. It's so awesome that you used the Thieves Guild questline for this, and Erandur!! Awesome! I am sensing some real depth to this one - not that the other Dyce stories aren't awesome and fun, but they're fairly lighthearted. This one seems a bit more serious.

That he was brought up in a Temple of Dibella does not surprise me. XD

Anyway, brilliant story, I shall be stalking it eagerly.
From: (Anonymous)
Oh, Dyce!Anon. I've been a bad fan-girl. I need to make it up to you. Comments for everybody!

So, I'm loving this. It's great the way you can dip down to deeper meanings and then bob back up for lightness. Very nice. And I disagree with anyone saying that Dyce hasn't had emotional depth in his previous stories. The Yrsarald story was excellent in bringing home the fact that Skyrim is a nation at war with all the pain that goes along with it. And the Mercer story was simply horrifing in illustrating what a monster Mercer was.

But, back to Erandur. Who, I have to admit I was suprised that Dyce didn't hit that. Erandur is pretty hot, considering how many requests he gets on the Ole Kink Meme. And it especially telling that Dyce withheld his charm and affections. It's almost like he views Erandur as a father figure. And for someone raised in an all-female temple, that's got to be meaningful.

I loved Dyce explaining his Dibellain world-view. He does have his own code of honor and he certainly keeps to it. I noticed that Farkas was on the list of people he loves, and so I'm hoping there's a chapter with him brewing.

And finally, I love that Dyce is trying to get himself out of the Daedra contract. One of the things I dislike about the Thieve's questline is the unelegantly forced Nocturnal conversion. Because, really, I could have taken Mercer without Nocturnal's 'gifts' thank you very much! Especially when you don't seem to have any of these 'gifts' except for the sexy armour when you fight Mercer! (Sorry, this bugs me)

So, Go Dyce!! Yay for him and Yay for Erandur and yay for seeing where this story goes.
From: (Anonymous)
Thank you for this lovely comment. Dyce was very, very tempted by Erandur, but Erandur's just so grateful and happy to come along when the Dragonborn invites him, he felt hitting on him would be taking advantage of his basically innocent affection.

And yeah, I wasn't entirely happy about the Nocturnal thing either (although the armour is sexy.) Luckily, fanfiction is the cure.

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