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Re: 'Redemption: It's a Love Story' M!DB/Erandur 4/??

[(Anonymous)]

“How do you know that?” Erandur asked.

“You don’t think I wasn’t once young and naive enough to give it a try? I lost my two best friends and they lost each other too. I couldn’t have made things worse if I tried. I can’t fix those sort of mistakes but I refuse to repeat them- Erandur, how is this helping me?”

“I don’t know- we seem to have wandered off-course. I’m not a priest of Dibella. Most sects don’t even have priests, not male ones anyway. And I really don’t have any business talking about this sort of thing.” He regarded Dyce solemnly, “I trust you, and I trust you know what you’re doing.”

“So, Nocturnal, what about her?”

“Ultimately, all you have to do is dedicate yourself to the goddess. But it’s not enough just to say the words; you have to mean it with all your heart and soul, and your actions must reflect what you’ve committed yourself to.”

“I was...asked by a daedic prince to convert another’s follower once. I got the impression he was going to torture it out of him.”

“More likely he would have made you do it,” Erandur pointed out.

“Once I got out of that house I didn’t look back. So what do I do? Pray?”

“Well, for a start you might want to stop stealing things.”

“What? I’ll be as poor as a temple mouse.”

“Learn to save money.”

“Stealing is saving money.”

Erandur frowned, “I thought you had a mansion - that man you, uh,”

“Sucked off.”

“Yes. He takes care of it for you doesn’t he?”

“It’s a very little mansion.” Dyce explained. “And it’s in Windhelm. Every time I’m there for more than a day or two Ulfric keeps sending me invitations to the palace. And he words them so snottily; he’s not High King yet.”

“Do you respond?” Erandur asked curiously.

“No, I get Calder to write excuses. I don’t like being obliged and he’s more inventive than I am. More importantly, I’d be letting the guild down if I stopped stealing.”

“Do they need to know? Think of it as a challenge - keep the money flowing but earn it honestly.”

Dyce folded his arms, “You’re a cunning old bastard, aren’t you? Okay, say I somehow manage to stay afloat. What else do I need to do?”

“I think you should learn to pray. It’s not enough to vaguely embody the ideals of your goddess - accurately or not - you need a closer relationship. Unfortunately, I don’t have a shrine.”

“Ah! I have a statue of her. Would that work? I uh...stole it.”

Erandur sighed, “Well, it’s better than nothing.”

They set the statue near the shrine of Mara, and Dyce dedicated some gold and various alchemy ingredients that he had in his bag to her. Then Erandur told him to kneel, and pray.

Erandur had endless patience, and he needed it because Dyce was bored within five minutes. He’d never liked this sort of thing; he could always sense something more interesting was going on elsewhere; it was like being six again. Erandur watched him, and when he saw his mind wandering sometimes he’d encourage him to take a break and rest his knees, and other times he’d reprimand him.

“Did your priests of Mara do this to you?” Dyce asked.

“Many, many times,” Erandur said.

They spent all day at it, and didn’t get very far. When Erandur bowed his head for his evening prayers, Dyce watched more closely, studying the old Dunmer’s face, the way his lips moved, the light in his eyes when he opened them again.

“It’s like you’re having a proper conversation with someone you love and who loves you.”

“I am.”

“How do you know that? It’s not as if she actually answers you.”

Erandur smiled sadly, “You can feel it. That’s what you’re missing, Dyce. Faith that you are loved.”

Dyce shook his head, “No, I know I’m loved, believe me.”

“You know what it’s like to cut yourself off.”

“I don’t do that. I just keep it to myself.”

“Then learn to share.” Their voices were getting louder as the theological discussion became closer to an argument. “Dyce,” Erandur tried again, “you need to trust her to love you. Anyway, I’m running out of food so let’s eat at the inn tonight and try again tomorrow.”

Dyce nodded, and they adjourned.