He doesn't love me any more. Liriel didn't know how or why or what had changed, because before her father's ill-fated visit to the Keep, he'd seemed to love her as much as ever. He'd been worried, concerned, pleased to see her and then it had all changed and Liriel didn't even know how or why. All she knew was that a once loving husband seemed to have changed overnight into a seething morass of guilt and hate and despair, and while she knew he was prone to depressive moods, he'd always still wanted her. No matter how moody and depressed he'd got, he'd always clung to her and whispered for her not to go.
Now he'd sent her away and Liriel understood none of it. All she knew was she missed him.
Fingers tightened around the Razor's hilt and she slowly lifted it out, trying to get a purchase on the handle, but the angle was all wrong...
It slipped from her grasp, clattering to the bottom of the trunk. Liriel just managed to get a fist to it, silencing the noise, but it was clearly loud enough to be heard.
“Mamma, what was that?” Ancalime asked curiously.
“Nothing, darling, just something falling over in the trunk,” Sabrinda said soothingly. “Here, one of you two, sit on that one and stabilise it.”
Motherfetching Daedra balls. Liriel grimaced as the trunk creaked as one of her mother's guards sat on the lid. No bursting out of this in a blaze of glory in Dragon Bridge then. But there was always Solitude Docks. They had to get off it at some point.
Liriel was reaching for the dagger when she felt it. The bond flared back into life, Madanach's presence back in her head, and not passive either. Seeking her out, looking for her, desperation and worry, and only a little of the guilt and loathing she'd felt off him earlier. Clearer... cleaner.
Liriel called back to him, not quite able to believe it but willing to hope regardless. Yes, I'm here, I'm in trouble, I need help, Madanach, you're an utter bastard but if you can help me... Well, that remained to be seen, but she'd take any offer of help she could get.
The response was immediate, a whole torrent of emotion that sent Liriel reeling, eyes fluttering closed as she gasped softly. She'd not felt a rush of affection like this in a long time, not since she'd got back from Irkngthand, having nearly drowned and been terrified she was going to die, reaching back to Madanach along the bond and telling him she was sorry, she loved him, she'd never forget him. But she survived and restored the Guild to something approximating its former glory with Karliah, Brynjolf and Sapphire as the new Nightingale Trinity (Liriel had been very firm she was having no part of any afterlife Madanach couldn't follow her to, and did not need Nocturnal's help to kill someone) and she and Cicero had, after making sure Sapphire definitely had returned the Skeleton Key and not run off with it herself, returned home. Where their terrified spouses had immediately pounced, hauled them off to their bedrooms for the full story and in Liriel's case, pinning her to the bed and reclaiming her, all fire and passion and hissing “you're mine!” and only afterwards clinging on to her and whispering he thought he'd lost her.
This felt a lot like that, with added notes of guilt and pleading and underneath it all, grim determination.
I will find you, ceilhinama. And then...
Liriel shivered a little in anticipation. Her husband was coming for her, the Hawk of Karthspire stretching his wings and preparing to fly. Not quite an angry dragon... but not far off either. Maybe her mother had survived the hordes of Oblivion... but she'd yet to face an angry Reach-King battlemage in his full fury.
Liriel still didn't entirely understand what was going on with her clearly quite deranged husband, but he clearly didn't hate her. She wasn't sure whether to entirely forgive him or not... but if he came good on this one, she'd definitely be willing to talk. Reaching for the Razor, she began to carve away at the bindings on her wrists, Daedric blade slicing easily through the ropes.
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Re: Thicker Than Blood 9.3
Date: 2014-02-26 10:50 pm (UTC)Now he'd sent her away and Liriel understood none of it. All she knew was she missed him.
Fingers tightened around the Razor's hilt and she slowly lifted it out, trying to get a purchase on the handle, but the angle was all wrong...
It slipped from her grasp, clattering to the bottom of the trunk. Liriel just managed to get a fist to it, silencing the noise, but it was clearly loud enough to be heard.
“Mamma, what was that?” Ancalime asked curiously.
“Nothing, darling, just something falling over in the trunk,” Sabrinda said soothingly. “Here, one of you two, sit on that one and stabilise it.”
Motherfetching Daedra balls. Liriel grimaced as the trunk creaked as one of her mother's guards sat on the lid. No bursting out of this in a blaze of glory in Dragon Bridge then. But there was always Solitude Docks. They had to get off it at some point.
Liriel was reaching for the dagger when she felt it. The bond flared back into life, Madanach's presence back in her head, and not passive either. Seeking her out, looking for her, desperation and worry, and only a little of the guilt and loathing she'd felt off him earlier. Clearer... cleaner.
Liriel called back to him, not quite able to believe it but willing to hope regardless. Yes, I'm here, I'm in trouble, I need help, Madanach, you're an utter bastard but if you can help me... Well, that remained to be seen, but she'd take any offer of help she could get.
The response was immediate, a whole torrent of emotion that sent Liriel reeling, eyes fluttering closed as she gasped softly. She'd not felt a rush of affection like this in a long time, not since she'd got back from Irkngthand, having nearly drowned and been terrified she was going to die, reaching back to Madanach along the bond and telling him she was sorry, she loved him, she'd never forget him. But she survived and restored the Guild to something approximating its former glory with Karliah, Brynjolf and Sapphire as the new Nightingale Trinity (Liriel had been very firm she was having no part of any afterlife Madanach couldn't follow her to, and did not need Nocturnal's help to kill someone) and she and Cicero had, after making sure Sapphire definitely had returned the Skeleton Key and not run off with it herself, returned home. Where their terrified spouses had immediately pounced, hauled them off to their bedrooms for the full story and in Liriel's case, pinning her to the bed and reclaiming her, all fire and passion and hissing “you're mine!” and only afterwards clinging on to her and whispering he thought he'd lost her.
This felt a lot like that, with added notes of guilt and pleading and underneath it all, grim determination.
I will find you, ceilhinama. And then...
Liriel shivered a little in anticipation. Her husband was coming for her, the Hawk of Karthspire stretching his wings and preparing to fly. Not quite an angry dragon... but not far off either. Maybe her mother had survived the hordes of Oblivion... but she'd yet to face an angry Reach-King battlemage in his full fury.
Liriel still didn't entirely understand what was going on with her clearly quite deranged husband, but he clearly didn't hate her. She wasn't sure whether to entirely forgive him or not... but if he came good on this one, she'd definitely be willing to talk. Reaching for the Razor, she began to carve away at the bindings on her wrists, Daedric blade slicing easily through the ropes.