Ulfric rolled off of her and grabbed the pillow from the head of the bed. Gently, he lifted Boltraz's head and pushed the pillow beneath her. Closing his eyes, Ulfric searched for Boltraz's hand, finally finding it and lacing his fingers with hers.
For Ulfric, daylight came too quickly. He groaned and furrowed his eyebrows, feeling as though he drank too much mead the previous night, but as Boltraz hissed somewhere beyond his vision, it all came back to him along with a raging erection. He sat up and squinted against the sunlight, looking for Boltraz. She was sitting in front of the vanity, her braid matted with stray strands flying every which way. She hissed again and Ulfric stood, approaching her. He was ready for another go, but as her reflection came into view, worry replaced his lust. One of her eyes was swollen and black, a bottom tusk was chipped and she was prodding her broken and bleeding nose with a fingertip. "What happened?" He asked, worried, but trying not to sound so. He knew how she felt about healing magik, but surely she'd make an exception for a broken nose.
"It was a dragon priest." She answered. "He was guarding the word wall and I didn't see him until it was too late." She touched her nose, a hiss escaping her mouth again.
Ulfric stood by awkwardly, wanting to help, but not knowing how to approach her. "I thought they mostly used magik." Looking around, he did in fact, see a lot of burnt clothes and charred armor.
"They do. And this one did. Most of the damage came from afterward. I slipped and tumbled halfway down the mountain."
Another hiss and Ulfric's stomach dropped. "By Talos... Did I hurt you last night?"
Boltraz laughed and stood. "No! Not at all. I was watching out for you." She smiled and Ulfric noticed more than a tusk had been chipped. He grimaced. "It was a healthy distraction. Really! I would have waited until morning to find you if I was worried about it." She took Ulfric's hand and lifted it to her mouth kissing the knuckles one-by-one.
They stood like that for a moment, Boltraz's bloodied lips kissing his knuckles, Ulfric's green eyes staring into her golden orbs. "Boltraz." He said finally. "I have something to show you."
She dropped his hand and looked down at her bare feet. "I know." She said quietly. "And I don't want it."
Ulfric stood dumbstruck. It wasn't often that he was at a loss of words but... "Wh- What?"
Boltraz closed her eyes and turned away from him, crossing her arms. "I won't marry you."
Ulfric took a step forward, feeling like a child whose mother was disappointed in him. How was Boltraz able to make him feel things he hadn't felt in the better part of two decades? "Is this because I..." He didn't want to say it. He couldn't. "So, you haven't forgiven me?"
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Epilouge [4/5]
Date: 2014-04-04 10:42 pm (UTC)For Ulfric, daylight came too quickly. He groaned and furrowed his eyebrows, feeling as though he drank too much mead the previous night, but as Boltraz hissed somewhere beyond his vision, it all came back to him along with a raging erection. He sat up and squinted against the sunlight, looking for Boltraz. She was sitting in front of the vanity, her braid matted with stray strands flying every which way. She hissed again and Ulfric stood, approaching her. He was ready for another go, but as her reflection came into view, worry replaced his lust. One of her eyes was swollen and black, a bottom tusk was chipped and she was prodding her broken and bleeding nose with a fingertip. "What happened?" He asked, worried, but trying not to sound so. He knew how she felt about healing magik, but surely she'd make an exception for a broken nose.
"It was a dragon priest." She answered. "He was guarding the word wall and I didn't see him until it was too late." She touched her nose, a hiss escaping her mouth again.
Ulfric stood by awkwardly, wanting to help, but not knowing how to approach her. "I thought they mostly used magik." Looking around, he did in fact, see a lot of burnt clothes and charred armor.
"They do. And this one did. Most of the damage came from afterward. I slipped and tumbled halfway down the mountain."
Another hiss and Ulfric's stomach dropped. "By Talos... Did I hurt you last night?"
Boltraz laughed and stood. "No! Not at all. I was watching out for you." She smiled and Ulfric noticed more than a tusk had been chipped. He grimaced. "It was a healthy distraction. Really! I would have waited until morning to find you if I was worried about it." She took Ulfric's hand and lifted it to her mouth kissing the knuckles one-by-one.
They stood like that for a moment, Boltraz's bloodied lips kissing his knuckles, Ulfric's green eyes staring into her golden orbs. "Boltraz." He said finally. "I have something to show you."
She dropped his hand and looked down at her bare feet. "I know." She said quietly. "And I don't want it."
Ulfric stood dumbstruck. It wasn't often that he was at a loss of words but... "Wh- What?"
Boltraz closed her eyes and turned away from him, crossing her arms. "I won't marry you."
Ulfric took a step forward, feeling like a child whose mother was disappointed in him. How was Boltraz able to make him feel things he hadn't felt in the better part of two decades? "Is this because I..." He didn't want to say it. He couldn't. "So, you haven't forgiven me?"