Madanach had almost sobbed as he whispered yes, yes, Liriel save me, I'll do anything you want, and Liriel had moaned helplessly, reaching for his cock as she started to get him off.
It ended with the two of them tangled in each other's arms, Madanach shaking as he cleaned them both up and not from the Skooma comedown this time.
“Brenhina,” he whispered, pulling her to him, arranging it so he was lying down with her half on top of him. “Queen of mine. I love you.”
“Love you too,” Liriel whispered, shaking herself as she held him. “No more sneaking off with Daedra, hmm?”
Madanach shook his head. Why would he need to with Liriel here to look after him? He just wanted to feel warm and protected and loved... and his Dragonborn did it for him every time.
“You're going into the treatment programme,” Liriel continued. “And that support group Borkul goes to. And I'll be talking to the programme director myself, make sure you're getting the support you need. And I have this friend. Well, you've met him. He was the priest at our wedding. Erandur. Priest of Mara now but he used to be a cultist of Vaermina. If anyone knows how to get free of a Daedric Prince's clutches, it's him.” She patted Madanach's cheek gently. “He lives in Dawnstar, but he's not got many ties there. I think he'd come to the Reach if I told him we needed him.”
“Are you converting me to Mara worship now?” Madanach joked but deep inside, he could feel the fear easing, hope returning, Liriel his love and saviour back to heal him.
“Not exactly, but she's a goddess of love and family who teaches temperance and sobriety, because the opposite destroys marriages and harms children. I think you could stand to have a little of that influence in your life.”
“Yes Liriel,” Madanach murmured, snuggling closer to her. Hadn't he seen it for himself? Skooma shut down his marriage bond and made him vulnerable to Sanguine's influence, and his wife had nearly died. Never again. If this whole thing cost him his throne, he'd live with it. If it had cost his wife or children... he knew he'd have been finished. As it was, he still had hope. He still had his Dragonborn.
Said Dragonborn kissed his forehead and shifted so she was resting her head on his chest, still wincing a little.
“Sore?” Madanach asked, worried. It hadn't just been a need for someone to take care of him for once that had made him give in to her. He'd been aware that she'd been more fragile than usual.
“A bit,” Liriel admitted. “Been so tired lately, even before all this. I'm just... exhausted.”
Cold shiver down Madanach's spine as he realised Styrr was probably right about Liriel. To tell her or not to?
Dim anas aur. Not today. She was tired and bereaved and just found out her husband was damaged goods, more than she'd previously known. She did not need this on top of it all.
“Then you should sleep,” he murmured, carefully tucking her up in bed and brushing her hair back off her face. Liriel snuggled into the bedding, smiling a little although there was something in that smile that was only skin-deep, and he could feel the sadness radiating off her.
“Madanach?”
“Yes, creenama?”
“Daddy's still gone, isn't he?” Tiny, small voice that he was really not used to hearing from her.
“I'm afraid so, cariad,” he whispered. “But I'm not going anywhere.” Sometimes he forgot how young she was by Altmer standards – their equivalent of mid-twenties or so, adult but still not ready to lose a parent yet.
“I never got to say goodbye,” Liriel whispered tearfully. “The last words we said were an argument, and now he's gone!”
He and your mother threw you in a trunk and abducted you, do not waste your tears. But Madanach also knew that it was never quite that simple. So he held on to his wife until she slept once more, holding her as she wept for her shattered blood family, quietly promising he'd do his best to replace the one she'd lost.
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Re: Thicker Than Blood 11.5
Date: 2014-03-03 11:01 pm (UTC)It ended with the two of them tangled in each other's arms, Madanach shaking as he cleaned them both up and not from the Skooma comedown this time.
“Brenhina,” he whispered, pulling her to him, arranging it so he was lying down with her half on top of him. “Queen of mine. I love you.”
“Love you too,” Liriel whispered, shaking herself as she held him. “No more sneaking off with Daedra, hmm?”
Madanach shook his head. Why would he need to with Liriel here to look after him? He just wanted to feel warm and protected and loved... and his Dragonborn did it for him every time.
“You're going into the treatment programme,” Liriel continued. “And that support group Borkul goes to. And I'll be talking to the programme director myself, make sure you're getting the support you need. And I have this friend. Well, you've met him. He was the priest at our wedding. Erandur. Priest of Mara now but he used to be a cultist of Vaermina. If anyone knows how to get free of a Daedric Prince's clutches, it's him.” She patted Madanach's cheek gently. “He lives in Dawnstar, but he's not got many ties there. I think he'd come to the Reach if I told him we needed him.”
“Are you converting me to Mara worship now?” Madanach joked but deep inside, he could feel the fear easing, hope returning, Liriel his love and saviour back to heal him.
“Not exactly, but she's a goddess of love and family who teaches temperance and sobriety, because the opposite destroys marriages and harms children. I think you could stand to have a little of that influence in your life.”
“Yes Liriel,” Madanach murmured, snuggling closer to her. Hadn't he seen it for himself? Skooma shut down his marriage bond and made him vulnerable to Sanguine's influence, and his wife had nearly died. Never again. If this whole thing cost him his throne, he'd live with it. If it had cost his wife or children... he knew he'd have been finished. As it was, he still had hope. He still had his Dragonborn.
Said Dragonborn kissed his forehead and shifted so she was resting her head on his chest, still wincing a little.
“Sore?” Madanach asked, worried. It hadn't just been a need for someone to take care of him for once that had made him give in to her. He'd been aware that she'd been more fragile than usual.
“A bit,” Liriel admitted. “Been so tired lately, even before all this. I'm just... exhausted.”
Cold shiver down Madanach's spine as he realised Styrr was probably right about Liriel. To tell her or not to?
Dim anas aur. Not today. She was tired and bereaved and just found out her husband was damaged goods, more than she'd previously known. She did not need this on top of it all.
“Then you should sleep,” he murmured, carefully tucking her up in bed and brushing her hair back off her face. Liriel snuggled into the bedding, smiling a little although there was something in that smile that was only skin-deep, and he could feel the sadness radiating off her.
“Madanach?”
“Yes, creenama?”
“Daddy's still gone, isn't he?” Tiny, small voice that he was really not used to hearing from her.
“I'm afraid so, cariad,” he whispered. “But I'm not going anywhere.” Sometimes he forgot how young she was by Altmer standards – their equivalent of mid-twenties or so, adult but still not ready to lose a parent yet.
“I never got to say goodbye,” Liriel whispered tearfully. “The last words we said were an argument, and now he's gone!”
He and your mother threw you in a trunk and abducted you, do not waste your tears. But Madanach also knew that it was never quite that simple. So he held on to his wife until she slept once more, holding her as she wept for her shattered blood family, quietly promising he'd do his best to replace the one she'd lost.