When he had first come there had been immediate resistance to him and her sudden relationship but as time went on and he sowed more seeds of discontent and sabotage, their hold on her had weakened. Before she would fidget and question the accusations of the Dominion’s atrocities; now she wouldn’t hear anything of it making him grin. He led her down past the market, ignoring the children running through it as he did and he turned her towards her little shabby home, ignoring her as she talked about some noble deed or whatever mindless task she did for the idiot Companions.
“Lorcalin!” she said his name and he looked down. “Are you listening?”
“No,” he said plainly making her frown. “I’m too busy thinking about how lovely and beautiful you are,” he lied and she flushed a deep red. “Come, my little bird. I haven’t seen you in a while and I rather wish to catch up. To your home now.”
She nodded, reaching into her pocket to pull out the key and he stared at it, trying to copy the details of it into his mind. He still hadn’t been able to pickpocket it off her as she carried a mess of keys with her at all times and she let go of him to strode up to door, unlocking it to let him inside. He held the door open, ushering her in first and she giggled, doing as he wanted.
Her key was in her pocket before he could snatch it and he cursed her, letting her move into her home. “Hello? Lydia? Are you here?”
An ugly, plain Nord came from alchemist room. “Eloine! My, I haven’t…” her voice trailed off when she saw him and she stiffened, sneering. “You lost?”
“No,” he said before the little dragonborn could. “But you look like you are. My, you’ve gotten more bestial since the last time I’ve seen you.”
“Fuck you, elf!” she spat, moving past her Thane to come up to him. He grabbed one of the swords by the door, holding it at the Nord before she came near him and she stopped, grabbing her own from her back. “I’ll kill you where you stand!”
“Try it, you ungodly bitch,” he said right back. “I’ll see your head on fire before you take a swing.”
“L-Lorcalin! Lydia! Stop!” Eloine cried making Lydia pull back, looking at her from over her shoulder. Lorcalin took the opportunity to take a few precise steps forward and her slammed the end of the blade against the Nord’s head making her yell out and take a swing. He caught it with the blade in his hand and Eloine yelled out. “Lorcalin!”
“You piece of shit!” Lydia snarled and he smirked.
“Such a foul tongue! I think it would be better cut off!”
“STOP!” Eloine shouted and the small house shook, her eyes wild as she stared at them. He stared at her, pursing his lips as he did but he respectfully moved away from Lydia, going to the stairs where Eloine stood near. She glared at him, her hands shaking and he touched her shoulder. She jerked to his touch.
“Sorry, my dear,” he said in a soft voice and her eyes moved to him, slowly looking him over before she turned back to normal. Lydia stirred from her spot.
“Eloine,” Lydia breathed out, lowering her sword. “Eloine, I’m-! No, my Thane, see?! See what he does? How he influences you?” She had relaxed a bit, frowning at her Housecarl’s words leaving her room to continue. “He is poisoning you, Eloine! How do you not see?”
“Eloine,” Lorcalin breathed next to her ear and she jerked, turning to him letting him kiss her cheek. She tensed, flushing and he took her hand. “I apologize for causing trouble. I just haven’t seen you for a while and would very much like to be alone with you.”
“Alone?” she asked and Lydia shook from her place.
Professional Griefers [2/?]
“Lorcalin!” she said his name and he looked down. “Are you listening?”
“No,” he said plainly making her frown. “I’m too busy thinking about how lovely and beautiful you are,” he lied and she flushed a deep red. “Come, my little bird. I haven’t seen you in a while and I rather wish to catch up. To your home now.”
She nodded, reaching into her pocket to pull out the key and he stared at it, trying to copy the details of it into his mind. He still hadn’t been able to pickpocket it off her as she carried a mess of keys with her at all times and she let go of him to strode up to door, unlocking it to let him inside. He held the door open, ushering her in first and she giggled, doing as he wanted.
Her key was in her pocket before he could snatch it and he cursed her, letting her move into her home. “Hello? Lydia? Are you here?”
An ugly, plain Nord came from alchemist room. “Eloine! My, I haven’t…” her voice trailed off when she saw him and she stiffened, sneering. “You lost?”
“No,” he said before the little dragonborn could. “But you look like you are. My, you’ve gotten more bestial since the last time I’ve seen you.”
“Fuck you, elf!” she spat, moving past her Thane to come up to him. He grabbed one of the swords by the door, holding it at the Nord before she came near him and she stopped, grabbing her own from her back. “I’ll kill you where you stand!”
“Try it, you ungodly bitch,” he said right back. “I’ll see your head on fire before you take a swing.”
“L-Lorcalin! Lydia! Stop!” Eloine cried making Lydia pull back, looking at her from over her shoulder. Lorcalin took the opportunity to take a few precise steps forward and her slammed the end of the blade against the Nord’s head making her yell out and take a swing. He caught it with the blade in his hand and Eloine yelled out. “Lorcalin!”
“You piece of shit!” Lydia snarled and he smirked.
“Such a foul tongue! I think it would be better cut off!”
“STOP!” Eloine shouted and the small house shook, her eyes wild as she stared at them. He stared at her, pursing his lips as he did but he respectfully moved away from Lydia, going to the stairs where Eloine stood near. She glared at him, her hands shaking and he touched her shoulder. She jerked to his touch.
“Sorry, my dear,” he said in a soft voice and her eyes moved to him, slowly looking him over before she turned back to normal. Lydia stirred from her spot.
“Eloine,” Lydia breathed out, lowering her sword. “Eloine, I’m-! No, my Thane, see?! See what he does? How he influences you?” She had relaxed a bit, frowning at her Housecarl’s words leaving her room to continue. “He is poisoning you, Eloine! How do you not see?”
“Eloine,” Lorcalin breathed next to her ear and she jerked, turning to him letting him kiss her cheek. She tensed, flushing and he took her hand. “I apologize for causing trouble. I just haven’t seen you for a while and would very much like to be alone with you.”
“Alone?” she asked and Lydia shook from her place.