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skyrimkinkmeme) wrote2013-07-04 01:41 pm
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Skyrim Page 5 - "NAKED! Naked naked naked "
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What You Get [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2014-01-07 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)She hid her eyes when he said it and the men stood in place for a moment before dispersing, one grabbing a few potions while the others went back to pretending to work. Fasendil sighed and stepped into his tent, placing her gently on his bed. The whispers of his men drifted to his ears.
“What soldier? Who is that?”
“She isn’t wearing our uniforms. How does the boss know she’s one of us?”
“Somethin’ ain’t right.”
“Quiet! He’s looking this way!”
Fasendil glared at his men until one came forward with a large red bottle. He took it from him and dismissed the soldier before sitting on the side of the bed and handing it to Sadaoni. She took it with a delicate grip and struggled to get the top off before he reached over and did it.
“T-Thank you,” she softly said as she began to drink and he watched her, his eyes going to the wound. Her breathing stopped being so harsh once she had swallowed a small portion of it and when she had consumed past the halfway point, her body relaxed and she no longer seemed so bothered by the pain. It took her a few more tries to drink right to the bottom but once she had she seemed as if she had never been harmed at all.
He reached down to her side, feeling it and his fingers brushed against a foreign object. He pulled it and out came the broken end of an arrow, her skin closing up where it had been. He held it for her to see and she sighed, taking it from him. “I guess one of them had a better aim than I gave them credit for.”
He only stared at her and she shifted uncomfortably on his bed.
“Sadaoni, what are you doing out here?” he asked again. She rolled the arrowhead between her fingers, avoiding the question. “Why did you shoot at me? Why are you in this strange gear? Where’s Legate Rikke?”
“I didn’t mean to,” she breathed out. “I… didn’t recognize you. I thought you were a bandit who stole our Legion’s gear.”
He pressed his lips together. He recalled hearing about things like that on the roads. It disgusted him that there were criminals killing their men and exploiting travelers with such rouses but he had no way to control it. “Sadaoni, what are you doing out here?”
“Rikke is at Castle Dour,” she finally said, answering his previous question and ignoring his once again repeated one. “General Tullius decided not to take the Rift.”
Fasendil frowned. “Why not?”
She sighed. “Too few men right now, not enough funds, take your pick,” she said quietly. “He’s focused on Winterhold right now before taking something as large as the Rift. Thinks it will come in handy if Ulfric moves North.”
Fasendil said nothing but he contemplated what she said. They had taken Dawnstar months before as he recalled. A heroic effort which had cost the Empire more soldiers than they anticipated but it was secured for them now. He could almost feeling the Thalmor laughing from the shadows over it and he reached up and rubbed his temples. The General was probably right in his insight; taking the Rift now would be disastrous and helping the Thalmor and their dirty plans further than needed.
It still didn’t answer his question. “What are you doing here, Sadaoni?” There was a long stretch of silence between them and she placed the arrowhead on his bedside table before she attempted to get up. “Sadaoni!”
She stopped but she refused to meet his eyes. He found his heart sinking and he had to ask. “Have they expelled you from the Legion?”
Her head snapped up in almost horror. “No!”
He relaxed. That was a relief. “Then where is your armor?”
She gave him a defiant look before her shoulders fell and she looked to the boards covering the ground. “I don’t like it. I cannot move with it on so I am wearing the armor I need,” she said. “I have not been given orders to be deployed yet so I am allowed to do whatever business I wish until I am. Does that satisfy your curiosity?”
“No,” he admitted. “But it will do.”
She didn’t seem pleased by his response.
What You Get [4/4]
(Anonymous) 2014-01-07 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)“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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Re: What You Get [4/4]
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