“I’m worried about you,” he commented and he watched her blush, her hands tightening on his bed. He flushed himself. “N-Not… like that. I worry about all people of the Empire, especially those giving their lives to it. You mean more right now because-”
“I’m the dragonborn?” she interrupted in a bitter voice.
“Because you’re in odd armor chasing bandits and got hurt in doing so,” he cut in himself, offended she would even think such a thing. Her red eyes moved to see his and he gave her a sincere look. “Honestly, Sadaoni. What were you thinking? What if I didn’t come and you got worse?”
She was silent for a moment, her eyes still searching his before she got up off the bed and stood before him, her frame so small and petite compared to his. He heard the sounds of the Quartermaster stop hammering and he looked out towards his men who were all staring in anticipation. He felt his cheek twitch and he was about to yell at them when her soft fingers cupped his cheek and made him turn back.
She kissed him and he felt his heart stop. The sounds of his men gasping didn’t help either.
She pulled away, giving him a kind look before moving to leave, pulling out her hood as she did. “You’re a good Altmer, Fasendil. Not like some who I have met. I will see you when my orders are given to take the Rift. Please, take care of yourself until then.”
He continued to stare at the wall of his tent, his ears burning and his voice lost but he snapped back to reality and got up, ready to chase after her. She swiftly crossed the camp, ignoring the men and was already disappearing into the darkness of the forest beyond the clearing before he could even reach the edge of the barricade. He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably as he did, confused on what had just transpired.
She didn’t even answer his questions properly, just gave him more to ask if they ever met up again. He turned to see his soldiers staring at him, some giving him a goofy grin and others solemn, nodding once in approval. His thoughts of her disappeared in his mind. “What are you all doing!? Get to work! I expect all of you to be in perfect battle form for tomorrow as you’re all performing a mock battle!”
They all stiffened, some groaning but they scattered like ants, going back to work and he found himself going to the Quartermaster who was hammering the same piece of steel he was earlier, his lips pressed together tight.
“Saul,” the Quartermaster looked up but did not speak. “Have you ever seen armor like that?”
He stopped hammering and contemplated it, quiet as he did before he shook his head. “Never before, Legate. But I’m only well versed in Imperial armor and some lower forms of smithing such as leather and hide.”
Fasendil sighed.
“But… there are rumors,” the Quartermaster said as he took the piece of steel and turned it over, his fingers running over the imperfections that littered the rough blade. “Of armor black as night. It is not made from ebony nor daedric but of material light as a feather and dark as a winter sky. Enchanted by Nocturnal and given to her protectors.”
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What You Get [4/4]
Date: 2014-01-07 03:51 pm (UTC)“I’m the dragonborn?” she interrupted in a bitter voice.
“Because you’re in odd armor chasing bandits and got hurt in doing so,” he cut in himself, offended she would even think such a thing. Her red eyes moved to see his and he gave her a sincere look. “Honestly, Sadaoni. What were you thinking? What if I didn’t come and you got worse?”
She was silent for a moment, her eyes still searching his before she got up off the bed and stood before him, her frame so small and petite compared to his. He heard the sounds of the Quartermaster stop hammering and he looked out towards his men who were all staring in anticipation. He felt his cheek twitch and he was about to yell at them when her soft fingers cupped his cheek and made him turn back.
She kissed him and he felt his heart stop. The sounds of his men gasping didn’t help either.
She pulled away, giving him a kind look before moving to leave, pulling out her hood as she did. “You’re a good Altmer, Fasendil. Not like some who I have met. I will see you when my orders are given to take the Rift. Please, take care of yourself until then.”
He continued to stare at the wall of his tent, his ears burning and his voice lost but he snapped back to reality and got up, ready to chase after her. She swiftly crossed the camp, ignoring the men and was already disappearing into the darkness of the forest beyond the clearing before he could even reach the edge of the barricade. He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably as he did, confused on what had just transpired.
She didn’t even answer his questions properly, just gave him more to ask if they ever met up again. He turned to see his soldiers staring at him, some giving him a goofy grin and others solemn, nodding once in approval. His thoughts of her disappeared in his mind. “What are you all doing!? Get to work! I expect all of you to be in perfect battle form for tomorrow as you’re all performing a mock battle!”
They all stiffened, some groaning but they scattered like ants, going back to work and he found himself going to the Quartermaster who was hammering the same piece of steel he was earlier, his lips pressed together tight.
“Saul,” the Quartermaster looked up but did not speak. “Have you ever seen armor like that?”
He stopped hammering and contemplated it, quiet as he did before he shook his head. “Never before, Legate. But I’m only well versed in Imperial armor and some lower forms of smithing such as leather and hide.”
Fasendil sighed.
“But… there are rumors,” the Quartermaster said as he took the piece of steel and turned it over, his fingers running over the imperfections that littered the rough blade. “Of armor black as night. It is not made from ebony nor daedric but of material light as a feather and dark as a winter sky. Enchanted by Nocturnal and given to her protectors.”
He stepped forward, interested. “Protectors?”
“The Nightingales.”
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