"In this place, I am a God and your life is mine and only mine. Do you understand?"
-A!Anon
Stormfire
Skye shifted in her perch and dusted off the tight gray dress. The bodice was slightly uncomfortable as was to be expected and the bottom half hung loosely in flickering shades of muted gray. She ran a hand through her blonde hair and fliched her eyes around the room. Honestly she expected the Thalmor to try harder to take back Skyrim, and everything had been far too quiet lately and here she was at a party.
As she glanced over to the other side of the room she felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise and her heartbeat accelerated. Someone was watching her, she glanced about the room and couldn't see any possible candidates. “You know Dragonborn, you should have looked behind first.” someone purred from behind her and she went stiff, the way they said Dragonborn... The deep voice was familiar, but she didn't think she associated with anyone stupid enough to sneak up her. Turning to spit out a sharp retort she blinked, they were gone. The feeling however, persisted.
Throughout the night she noticed small brushes and touches and each time as she turned toward them the culprit was gone. She finally decided that it would be best if she stood by someone she trusted, hopefully they could catch who she did not. Turning she glanced around the room searching for him.
She frowned as she couldn't locate Jarl Ulfric but she went for the next best thing, she moved to stand by Galmar. The grouchy Nord was not the nicest of people but Skye had enough respect for him that she considered him more than an acquaintance. Of course he was incredibly drunk and was in no real position to help her. However, even drunk, especially drunk he was an imposing man and would hopefully act as deterrent. She smirked as it worked, this time she heard the unlucky prospector approaching behind and she spun around with a mischievous glare. She nearly jumped a foot when she came face to face with her Jarl, Ulfric. “Skye.” he greeted warmly a flicker of amusement crossing his features.
“M-my Jarl.” she stuttered cursing herself for presuming that any man approaching her would be the culprit.
“I hope the evening is treating you well.” he rumbled and Skye privately imagined listening to him speak all day.
“Yes it is, besides my normal friends of course.” she said with a small smile. He laughed as she referred to her clumsiness, or more precisely the bruises she often gathered from bumping into things. “I hope you have not run into any walls lately?” he asked with a grin, and she felt her cheeks go red at the reference to her last visit. It hadn't helped that she had been looking right at him when it happened. She rolled her eyes at him and turned to watch the guests mill around and generally get drunk.
The feeling returned not long after but every time she glanced up she found only Ulfric looking at her. But the feeling itself had intensified and she felt trickles of fear directed toward the watcher and what they might be capable of. As the night came to a close she frowned, if Ulfric seemed to be the only one watching her then… She swallowed recalling the husky voice that had murmured in her ear, yes it could be him. She smirked, and figured she had won her victory, how wrong she was.
Moving over to confront him she suddenly lost her courage and ended up veering to the side corridor off the war room at the last moment. “Something wrong Dragonborn.” he growled in her ear and she jumped electrifying jolts shooting down her spine. She turned and the look he was giving her reminded her of a starving wolf staring at a juicy rabbit. “N-no my j-jarl, should there be anything wrong?” she asked quickly. At this point the look was setting her insides afire and she had to admit that the feeling was not unwelcome.
He smirked as if he had just backed her into a corner and Skye realized that in many ways he had. He moved suddenly, pressing her against the wall and she gasped feeling the heat from his chest through the tight bodice. “As far as I know, everything is where it needs to be. I look forward to seeing you again.” he grinned and then his voice dropped into the purr she had heard earlier “Skye.”
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timeasmymeasure
Stormfire
Date: 2013-11-27 09:05 am (UTC)-A!Anon
Stormfire
Skye shifted in her perch and dusted off the tight gray dress. The bodice was slightly uncomfortable as was to be expected and the bottom half hung loosely in flickering shades of muted gray. She ran a hand through her blonde hair and fliched her eyes around the room. Honestly she expected the Thalmor to try harder to take back Skyrim, and everything had been far too quiet lately and here she was at a party.
As she glanced over to the other side of the room she felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise and her heartbeat accelerated. Someone was watching her, she glanced about the room and couldn't see any possible candidates. “You know Dragonborn, you should have looked behind first.” someone purred from behind her and she went stiff, the way they said Dragonborn... The deep voice was familiar, but she didn't think she associated with anyone stupid enough to sneak up her. Turning to spit out a sharp retort she blinked, they were gone. The feeling however, persisted.
Throughout the night she noticed small brushes and touches and each time as she turned toward them the culprit was gone. She finally decided that it would be best if she stood by someone she trusted, hopefully they could catch who she did not. Turning she glanced around the room searching for him.
She frowned as she couldn't locate Jarl Ulfric but she went for the next best thing, she moved to stand by Galmar. The grouchy Nord was not the nicest of people but Skye had enough respect for him that she considered him more than an acquaintance. Of course he was incredibly drunk and was in no real position to help her. However, even drunk, especially drunk he was an imposing man and would hopefully act as deterrent. She smirked as it worked, this time she heard the unlucky prospector approaching behind and she spun around with a mischievous glare. She nearly jumped a foot when she came face to face with her Jarl, Ulfric. “Skye.” he greeted warmly a flicker of amusement crossing his features.
“M-my Jarl.” she stuttered cursing herself for presuming that any man approaching her would be the culprit.
“I hope the evening is treating you well.” he rumbled and Skye privately imagined listening to him speak all day.
“Yes it is, besides my normal friends of course.” she said with a small smile. He laughed as she referred to her clumsiness, or more precisely the bruises she often gathered from bumping into things. “I hope you have not run into any walls lately?” he asked with a grin, and she felt her cheeks go red at the reference to her last visit. It hadn't helped that she had been looking right at him when it happened. She rolled her eyes at him and turned to watch the guests mill around and generally get drunk.
The feeling returned not long after but every time she glanced up she found only Ulfric looking at her. But the feeling itself had intensified and she felt trickles of fear directed toward the watcher and what they might be capable of. As the night came to a close she frowned, if Ulfric seemed to be the only one watching her then… She swallowed recalling the husky voice that had murmured in her ear, yes it could be him. She smirked, and figured she had won her victory, how wrong she was.
Moving over to confront him she suddenly lost her courage and ended up veering to the side corridor off the war room at the last moment. “Something wrong Dragonborn.” he growled in her ear and she jumped electrifying jolts shooting down her spine. She turned and the look he was giving her reminded her of a starving wolf staring at a juicy rabbit. “N-no my j-jarl, should there be anything wrong?” she asked quickly. At this point the look was setting her insides afire and she had to admit that the feeling was not unwelcome.
He smirked as if he had just backed her into a corner and Skye realized that in many ways he had. He moved suddenly, pressing her against the wall and she gasped feeling the heat from his chest through the tight bodice. “As far as I know, everything is where it needs to be. I look forward to seeing you again.” he grinned and then his voice dropped into the purr she had heard earlier “Skye.”