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“Some Call it Foolishness” F!DB/Marcurio 15/?
Date: 2014-08-19 12:09 am (UTC)The Dragonborn crossed her arms. “You didn’t answer my question. But since I don’t expect a real answer, by all means, ask away.”
“Now who’s pouting!”
“Just ask your question.” She groused.
“Why did you leave?”
Her eyes bore into his, but he did not respond. “I think you know better than to expect a real answer to that, just as I know not to expect one from you.”
He didn’t flinch. “Do you miss it?”
There was a long silence, and he held his breath waiting for any sort of response.
The Dragonborn heaved a heavy sigh and looked into the hearth. Her eyes were unreadable. “Some days, yes.”
Marcurio put down his mug and heaved a sigh of his own. “I suppose neither of us have an easy road home.”
Her eyes found his. “Is it? Still home, I mean?”
He didn’t have an answer for her, and she didn’t expect one. So he played with his mug, turning it this way and that. Inspecting, without real interest, the marks of use all over its polished surface. It was why her next question caught him unawares.
“Why do you hate caves so much? You used to like exploring them at one point.”
He smirked, “I might be more interested if you weren’t always finding ones intent on killing us.”
She looked at him curiously, “You don’t find the relics of the Dwemer fascinating?”
“I would find the Dwemers' mechanical guardians fascinating if they didn't try to kill everything on sight." He said dryly.
“Fair enough.” She chuckled.
“What about you?” He asked. “Why do you like exploring them so much?”
Marcurio did not expect the amount of emotion that came over her before she subdued it.
“Sorry, I…” He fumbled for an apology, “I didn’t think it was such a personal question...”
The woman waved him off, and he sat there, motionless. The Dragonborn never lost control, not like this. She got angry, frustrated, and sometimes even laughed more than necessary, but this…
“Her name was Katria.”
“Some Call it Foolishness” F!DB/Marcurio 16/?
Date: 2014-08-19 12:11 am (UTC)“I pursued her all over Skyrim, a race to the finish, trying to uncover one of the Dwemer’s greatest, and most elusive, secrets.”
“Did you succeed?” He asked carefully.
“Yes.” She said simply.
“What happened?” He asked her as carefully as he could.
The Dragonborn wore a bitter smile as she looked dully into the fire. “The story was over before it ever began. I simply arrived in time for an encore written in blood.”
Well, that didn’t explain much, but the tone was ominous enough for him to hazard a guess…
“You loved her?”
“I might have.”
Something in his heart constricted, even though he couldn’t have explained why.
“I’m sorry.”
A feeble laugh escaped her, “Don’t be. You had nothing to do with it.”
“Well, I’m still sorry.” He insisted softly.
She stared at him again. There was a question there, he saw it in her eyes… But she didn’t ask, and he said nothing more.
Eventually, the Dragonborn stood up. “Well, I think it’s time for bed.”
He immediately agreed. “Sounds good to me.”
“You don’t have a room at the inn?”
The mage froze. “Oh. Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”
She laughed it off. “If you don’t mind sharing tonight, you can stay. But don’t get any ideas.”
He rolled his eyes at that, “Right, because we had the most erotically stimulating conversation just now…”
The Dragonborn punched him in jest, and made her way up the stairs. She must have been more tired than she thought, because she stumbled and he had to catch her.
“Well,” He laughed, “that was exciting.”
“My Thane, you’ve returned…”
Marcurio looked up to see a Nord warrior at the top of the stairs. The fall had apparently woken the woman. Her eyes took in the sight of her fallen Thane and she went livid.
“Damn you!” The Nord charged.
“Lydia, wait…!”
Marcurio’s world went black.
A!A Re: “Some Call it Foolishness” F!DB/Marcurio 16/?
Date: 2014-08-19 03:41 pm (UTC)