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Re: 'Redemption: It's a Love Story' M!DB/Erandur 5/??
Date: 2012-11-07 11:55 am (UTC)The priest smiled, “I know. I understand. You’ll be fine; you’re a bit stubborn, but you are not in as deep as I was. If there’s hope for me, there’s more than enough hope for you.”
The next day dawned crisp and clear, and the instruction continued. “You need to love Dibella for her, not because you’re scared of Nocturnal.”
“I’m not scared.”
“Worried then. Think about her; you talk about all the people you love, is she one of them?”
“Well-”
“Don’t tell me,” Erandur steered him back to the statue. “Tell her. I’m going down to Dawnstar to get some supplies and help where I can, so you can be alone with her for a while.”
When Erandur returned Dyce was sitting on his bedroll near the fire, whittling at a scrap of wood.
“How did it go?” he asked cautiously.
Dyce shrugged, “I don’t know. But I was thinking about it - well, I was talking to her, and well, she’s the goddess of art and love not kneeling and praying.” He held up the block of wood, a rough female outline chipped from the timber. “I thought I should try and make something. It’s not very good.”
“I think that’s a good idea, however. You are making an offering.” He smiled, “See, progress.”
“How was Dawnstar?” Dyce asked, returning to work.
“Much as it always is.”
“You know this place is really lonely without you in it. The wind keeps howling through the passages, and I keep thinking about all the people who died here. How do you stand it?”
“I do what I have to. I’m not lonely; I have Mara.”
“You deserve better than this,” Dyce said, scowling at his carving.
“No,” Erandur started putting away the supplies he’d acquired. “One thing I am sure of, it’s what I deserve.”
“This isn’t right,” Dyce tossed the carving aside and got to his feet. “Erandur, you are a good man.” He stepped over and held his upper arms and peered into his deep red eyes. “You’ve done so much to help people; I’m sure Mara wouldn’t want you to keep punishing yourself like this.”
“It’s not a punishment, it’s a penance.” Erandur smiled at him. “You are good hearted, but you should return to work.”
Deflated, Dyce returned to his spot by the fire. “Dear Dibella,” he said loudly, “Please let Erandur have some more fun in his life; perhaps a holiday, or a pet rabbit.”
Erandur just smiled and shook his head.
“Do I have to say the right words?” Dyce asked later. “I can barely remember some of the prayers.”
“I find the rhythms and ritual of prayer comforting,” Erandur said. “But my way is no better than any other; if you’d rather use your own words, by all means.”
Dyce nodded and went back to carving. Erandur didn’t bother him for the rest of the day, even as he amassed a little pile of crudely carved figures. The priest cooked a seafood stew and silently put a bowl down next to Dyce, who only then seemed to remember he was hungry. Eventually Erandur went to bed, still hearing the crisp sound of steel on wood.
At night the oppressive nature of Nightcaller Temple was even more pronounced, and Dyce eventually put his carving away. It was too dark to see well anyway, and he didn’t want to use up Erandur’s stock of firewood any more than he already had.
He got to his feet and padded over to Erandur’s living area. There was just enough light left for him to see Dunmer, his dark, greying hair spread out across the pillow. He’d been so startled the first time Erandur had flung his hood back. He was so striking Dyce had just stared at him for a few moments.
Now he watched him again, the lined face slightly slack with sleep, he looked peaceful. Dyce had not forgotten how highly Erandur had prized a sleep free of nightmares; that at least, was something. Not enough. Dyce looked around the tiny area and shivered. He still didn’t like this place.
He put Nightingale armour back on - it seemed appropriate - and went out into the snow to escape the atmosphere. He looked up at the night sky.
“I’m sorry,” he said, puffing steam with each word. “I said it because I had to; I didn’t really mean it.” He took a deep breath and smiled. He stayed out watching the aurora until the sun rose.
Re: 'Redemption: It's a Love Story' M!DB/Erandur 5/??
Date: 2012-11-07 12:33 pm (UTC)I'm loving this story. Dyce just gets more amazing with every fic you post.
Re: 'Redemption: It's a Love Story' M!DB/Erandur 5/??
Date: 2012-11-07 12:56 pm (UTC)I felt a lot of empathy for Dyce when he spoke about how he lost his best friends (and lovers) as a young man, due to his non-exclusive nature. And I also felt bad for the friends, because I understand how strong the urge to pair-bond is at that age. That had to have been an awful time for everyone involved, and it's especially sad when you know that Dyce, at least, came only from a place of love and friendship, not greed or cruelty. A person does develop the kind of wisdom (and yeah, that's the word) Dyce has without paying for it, and the price is usually pretty high.
And in the same chapter as all this ouch, I was laughing out loud at Dyce stealing the statue of Dibella. I've got one of those too, it's stuck in my inventory and I can't get rid of it.
Poor Erandur trying to teach Dyce to pray. I don't htink he realizes how difficult a task he's given himself. Dyce is the very definition of "Short-Attenion Span Theatre." This is Dyce who got distracted when Vex had him naked and tied up, so really, hours of praying doesn't have much of chance, now does it.
And I agree that Erandur needs to get out of that nasty temple. I get the penance thing, but it's done. Move on and serve Mara in a place of beauty, like she deserves.
Finally, who was Dyce speaking too at the end? Dibella? Erandur? Or maybe Nocturnal?
Loving this!!! Thank you for sharing the wonder that is Dyce!
Re: 'Redemption: It's a Love Story' M!DB/Erandur 5/??
Date: 2012-11-08 10:51 am (UTC)Re: 'Redemption: It's a Love Story' M!DB/Erandur 5/??
Date: 2012-11-08 11:32 am (UTC)Re: 'Redemption: It's a Love Story' M!DB/Erandur 5/??
Date: 2012-11-08 11:08 pm (UTC)*wants, so badly*
Especially if it involves references to what Sanguine may or may not have done with a certain Martin Septim... ;) [I have a story in those lines myself but it's nowhere near done].
Not that I'm obsessed, or anything :D
M!anon
Re: 'Redemption: It's a Love Story' M!DB/Erandur 5/??
Date: 2012-11-10 09:54 pm (UTC)Re: 'Redemption: It's a Love Story' M!DB/Erandur 5/??
Date: 2012-11-08 02:08 pm (UTC)I can see this way too easily. :D
Re: 'Redemption: It's a Love Story' M!DB/Erandur 5/??
Date: 2013-01-21 07:45 am (UTC)Even if it doesn't get written, I'm filing that one away...
Re: 'Redemption: It's a Love Story' M!DB/Erandur 5/??
Date: 2013-01-23 02:30 pm (UTC)I'm fond of the mental image myself. I think Sanguine's hot, I don't care what anyone else says.