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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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Re: Thicker Than Blood 5.11
(Anonymous) 2014-02-11 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)A shadow fell over the table and magic rippled nearby as two human hands materialised on the table in front of him. An old man's hands but with fine robes attached and Meryndor looked up into Madanach's soulless silver eyes.
“How dare you speak like that to her, elf,” Madanach said softly. “I don't care if you're her father or not, no one treats my wife that way. We're empathy-bonded, did you know that? I can feel her!”
Meryndor hadn't known that, and part of him was intrigued – old Alinorian tales spoke of married couples being so close that they knew instinctively where the other one was and if they were in trouble, and he idly wondered if they'd had matrimonial empathy bonds that the secret of which had been lost. But with Madanach glaring at him, he had more pressing concerns.
“Did you have it in place when you took her virginity?” Meryndor growled. “No, of course not – if you had, perhaps you'd have realised she didn't want you.”
Madanach's eyes had narrowed even further.
“I'll spare you the details, elf, but believe me, she wanted it. She tried to fight it for ages, but she came back in the end. I didn't think she would, but she's always able to surprise me.”
“What could she possibly see in you,” Meryndor snapped at him. Madanach just grinned, a small gloating smile on his face.
“Apparently Reachmen do it for her. Considering you apparently had a fling with Kaie ap Faolan after she fled into exile, I daresay she inherited that from you.”
“You bastard,” Meryndor swore, getting to his feet and wishing he knew more Destruction magic, because burning this fetcher's face off was seeming like an excellent plan.
“Kaie ap Faolan, well done,” Madanach said thoughtfully, not backing down an inch. “Legendary witch of the Reach, a rebel leader in the early Third Era, it was her uncle slit Tiber Septim's throat, you know. Sadly he survived, but we can't have everything. They nearly caught her but she got away, fled over the border into High Rock, organised the rebel effort from there. Pity you didn't stick around. You could have helped. Sure you aren't Dragonborn, but I think you're a very smart man. I think you might have got us the Reach back rather sooner than we managed on our own.”
“Shut up,” Meryndor growled. “She meant nothing to me. It was centuries ago.”
“It always means something to an Altmer,” Madanach said knowingly, cruel eyes saying exactly who'd said those words to him in the past. “Or was that another lie you told your little girl along with all the other pretty falsehoods you raised her on?”
“You know nothing about Altmer,” Meryndor hissed, face mere inches from Madanach's.
“Not when I first met her, no, and it nearly cost me dear,” Madanach said, gloating grin vanishing. “But I have been learning, Meryndor, and I'm mostly learning that what a people believe about themselves bears little relation to reality. Nords think they're honourable warriors, but I've seen unimaginable cruelty and trickery from alleged true Nords. Imperials think they're urbane and civilised, but they're actually the kinkiest of the lot. We Reachmen think of ourselves as fun-loving tricksters, but I think that's because most of us didn't live long enough to grow out of it. And as for you people... monogamous virgins waiting for your one true loves and only loving mer? There's a lot of half-blood children in Cyrodiil, elf.”
“Shut. Up.” Meryndor growled, this close to actually shocking Madanach to death. He was old, older humans had weak hearts, right? Wouldn't take much, right? Right?
Re: Thicker Than Blood 5.12
(Anonymous) 2014-02-11 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)Meryndor let out an inarticulate cry of rage, grabbing Madanach's robes and only stopping when he felt cold orichalcum at his neck and looked up to see a grinning Orc holding a blade. Borkul, Madanach's Orc bodyguard.
“Now can I shiv him, boss?” Borkul asked hopefully.
“Now, now, Borkul,” Madanach said calmly, waving him away along with all the other ReachGuard that appeared to have materialised out of nowhere. “Don't trouble yourselves, friends. I'm sure Meryndor didn't mean anything by it.”
Meryndor let Madanach go, suddenly disgusted by the whole situation, at Liriel, Madanach but mostly himself for rising to the bait in the first place.
“You are a vile excuse for a man,” Meryndor hissed. “Aedra, but I almost wished she'd been killed by dragons before she ever met you. I think I'd rather see her dead than know she'd let you touch her.”
It was the wrong thing to say, completely the wrong thing to say to a man who'd lost three daughters and buried one only the year before. Before Meryndor even knew it, he'd been grabbed by the collar and slammed onto the table, Madanach glaring at him in utter hatred.
“Don't you ever ever say that again,” Madanach snarled. “You have never lost a child, you don't know... Eola had three older sisters once! I had to watch Eithne die, I had to hold Kaie's cold corpse in my arms and know my girl was gone forever. You wish Liriel had died?? I wouldn't wish that on anyone. If she's breaking your heart now, it is still better than presiding over her funeral. I would give my entire kingdom to have Kaie back. I might even give up Liriel to have Kaie back. You...”
Meryndor was very aware of the various guards all turning their backs quite deliberately, forming a protective ring and watching for enemies. Guarding the Reach... guarding their king from anyone who might ask why he was assaulting an innocent man, although Meryndor correctly guessed there were few citizens of Markarth who would ask any such thing.
“You count your blessings every single day that all the children of your blood are living and breathing, healthy and happy,” Madanach said softly. “If they grow up, leave you, make mistakes and choices you never would have made, you thank the gods they're alive to make them. Eithne could have eloped with Ulfric Stormcloak, Amaleen converted to Talos worship, Kaie decided to join the Companions of Ysgramor, and I would rather any or all of those than what actually happened to them.”
Meryndor was only vaguely aware of Ulfric Stormcloak and he'd never heard of the Companions but they sounded Nordic. He could imagine a Reachman King would probably not have approved. Madanach had just closed his eyes, shoving Meryndor back and turning to walk away.
“I want you out of this city, elf,” Madanach said, and he sounded tired and old and in pain. “I want you and your wife out of here by nightfall tomorrow. I don't care if you are Liriel's parents, everything about you being here is hurting her, and I don't even care if five hundred years from now she thinks I was just some youthful fling. I love her more than anything except my children, and right here, right now, she is my wife and she loves me back. That is all I care about, and if centuries after I'm gone, that's no longer the case, at least I won't be alive to know. Now if you'll excuse me... Liriel, gods, Liriel, I'm coming.” He swept past the guards, almost running towards the Keep's master bedroom, leaving Meryndor staring nervously at six unimpressed Bretons and one glowering Orc.
“Boss said to get your sorry hide out of here,” Borkul growled. “Do I have to haul you out myself or can you get your worthless arse out of this Keep on your own?”
Meryndor elected not to risk the first option. Picking himself up, he staggered from Understone Keep, not sure if he'd saved his family or destroyed it.
Re: Thicker Than Blood 5.12
(Anonymous) 2014-02-13 11:57 am (UTC)(link)Passing by anon
(Anonymous) 2014-02-16 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)Gods above, I love this. Keep it coming A!A, this is really great!