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Re: Thicker Than Blood 12.6
(Anonymous) 2014-03-08 12:34 am (UTC)(link)“What?” Sabrinda whispered. “But... of course I believe in Auriel, what true mer wouldn't?”
“So do we,” Madanach said, grinning. “We mostly see him as an aspect of Anu, but in a more personalised form. We even found an old site of worship of his right in the Reach – well, Liriel did on one of her adventures. Liriel, I take it that's what you had in mind?”
“I did,” Liriel confirmed. “Founding deity of the Aldmeri people, revered by all elvenkind and by the Reachmen, and we could do with help restoring his temple to its former glory. Madanach has people out there but we could do with an actual elf to help. Well? Want to help manifest the glory of Auriel on Nirn?”
Sabrinda's eyes had widened as Liriel had talked, just as Liriel had known they would. Auriel, Anu incarnate, Aldmeri equivalent of Akatosh, the god who had helped create the mortal world then become disgusted with his creation and sought to offer his devotees a way to become one with the Aedra again, a deity many in Alinor held dear, particularly Thalmor and especially her mother. To become a priestess of Auriel and bring his light to the Reachmen... no, Sabrinda was definitely caught by this prospect. As Liriel had known she would be.
“I must confess I'm in need of spiritual guidance...” Sabrinda whispered. “But... am I to be the only mer there? In a sea of humans?”
“No,” Liriel said quietly. “There's one other there, the present guardian of the shrine. A recluse by nature and still not used to having all these humans around. But I think he'd like having another elf there.”
“Well in that case, who am I to deprive the poor man of elven company?” Sabrinda said, finally smiling. “All right. I accept your terms.”
Sighs of relief all round as the entire room relaxed.
“Thank you,” Liriel said quietly, relieved it had all actually worked out. She just hoped Ancalime reacted well to the news she was going to live in Markarth... but somehow Liriel suspected she'd be all right with it. Especially given the way she'd taken to trailing after Cicero. Apparently she'd seen him shoot three Falmer in semi-darkness without missing once and now idolised him even more.
“Well, I'm glad that's taken care of,” Elisif said brightly. “I'm so pleased, I really didn't want the unpleasantness of a trial or extradition or involving the Ambassador. There is just one last thing I need dealing with.” The smile didn't shift an inch as Elisif's eyes turned to Madanach. “Where is it.”
“Where's what?” Madanach said innocently. Elisif's eyes hardened although her voice never lost that sweet tone.
“You see, I initially assumed your speedy arrival was due to your teleportal to Deepwood Vale and then hard riding to Solitude, so of course I made sure to send word to the stables to make sure your horses were taken care of. Imagine my surprise when I received word that not only were there no horses from the Reach there, the gate guards hadn't seen you come in. In fact, the first sighting of you in Solitude was you and Borkul emerging from the cellars in the Temple of Divines.” The smile faded as Elisif's lips curled back in a snarl. “Madanach ap Caradach, have you built an illegal teleportal in the catacombs??”
“You haven't,” Liriel said, feeling mortified as she turned to look at her sheepish husband. “Sweet Aedra, you have, haven't you.”
“It's only a small one!” Madanach protested. “Barely noticeable, you'd hardly know it was there. And its use saved the life of a sweet young Elven child, so who is complaining now, hmm?”
Elisif was staring him down, face a mask of fury and Madanach actually edged closer to Liriel. She might be young, she might not be much of a warrior and certainly no mage, but she was as fierce as any of her kinsmen.
“Get it out of my city,” Elisif hissed, getting to her feet, and for an unarmed Nord girl, she was doing a very good job of intimidating Madanach, who had actually reached for Liriel's hand and was turning pleading eyes on Argis.
Re: Thicker Than Blood 12.7
(Anonymous) 2014-03-08 12:35 am (UTC)(link)“He'll be removing it,” Liriel said, squeezing Madanach's hand rather tighter than was strictly necessary. “We'll go down there tomorrow and he'll close it for you. Won't we, cariad?” A pointed glare from Liriel and Madanach finally gave in, knowing when he was beaten.
“Fine, I'll get it closed,” he muttered. Elisif sat down again, mollified.
“You will do that very thing,” Elisif said tersely. “You'll do it if I have to stand over you myself and watch it.”
And so the following day found the Jarl herself in a set of scaled armour and the Jagged Crown marching the former King in Rags down into Potema's Catacombs along with Liriel and Argis and Borkul and Jordis and Sybille Stentor and Bolgeir Bearclaw and Cicero and little Ancalime who wasn't supposed to be there but had crept after them all because she was curious and bored and they didn't realise she was there until it was too late to send her back. And Madanach duly closed the portal down.
Liriel stayed in Solitude a week longer before deciding it was time to go home. She'd already written to Eola to get the Falmer hive at Chillwind Depths taken care of, and word had come in that not only had it been cleared out, the entrance had been destroyed in a carefully engineered rockfall, which pleased everyone no end.
Meryndor's funeral was rather less pleasing, Ancalime sobbing throughout in her mother's arms, but it turned out the spell used by Altmer to light a cremation pyre was the same as the one the Reachmen used, so they were able to give him the rites he'd have wanted. Sabrinda took a few locks of his hair beforehand, setting them in lockets for her, Liriel and Ancalime to have one each. The ashes were being sent back to Liriel's older brother Haldyn, along with a letter from Sabrinda breaking the news to her son and telling him she was sorry but she couldn't face living in Alinor without her husband and was staying out here, but to send any post to Understone Keep in Markarth, care of Liriel.
Ancalime cried even more when Sabrinda told her not only were they not going back to Alinor but that she was leaving too, but she cheered up a bit on learning she was going to live in Markarth.
“I can play with Sissel and Lucia every day?” Ancalime whispered, amazed.
“Hope so, you'll be sharing a room with them,” Madanach snorted. Liriel had already written to Eola to ask her to make the arrangements, and apparently Sissel and Lucia were already very excited to be getting a new foster-sister.
“And – and is Cicero going to live there too?” Ancalime asked hopefully.
“Of course!” Cicero cooed. “When Cicero is not busy tending to Mother and serving the will of the Dread Father, Cicero is often in Markarth!”
Ancalime had promptly launched herself at Cicero, cuddling him half to death and saying she was glad, she would have missed him if she'd gone back to Alinor. Of course, that reminded her she'd lost one parent and her other one was going away for a long time, and she started crying again, but fortunately Cicero was a lot better at dealing with crying children than anyone gave him credit for and cooed and fussed over her until she was feeling better.
About the only real fly in the ointment was Madanach. Further doses of the anti-Skooma potions had arrived for him, enough to see out a whole month, and he made a point of drinking one in front of Liriel every morning. It saddened her to see him forced on to them, but the alternative was worse. All the same, to see her strong, fierce husband weakened like this... it hurt to watch. Still, she appreciated him going out of his way to let her see him take them. It wasn't quite the same as full enrolment in the programme, but it boded well. That wasn't the problem.
Re: Thicker Than Blood 12.8
(Anonymous) 2014-03-08 12:37 am (UTC)(link)“Did you want me to talk to her?” Liriel whispered that night in bed.
“No,” Madanach sighed, staring at the ceiling. “Wouldn't do any good. She's just a mother looking out for her baby. Probably for the best I don't see Lirela that often. Best she doesn't get attached or anything. I'll just disappoint her.”
“Sweetie,” Liriel whispered, snuggling closer and cuddling him. “You're her grandfather. That little girl loves you already. It's not fair you screw up once and hardly get to see her any more.”
“Life isn't fair, cariad,” Madanach said quietly, turning to face her. “You fall in love and it's with a Skooma-addled wreck who's well past his best. Ancalime comes to visit her big sister and loses her father. I'm not even sure Meryndor deserved to die the way he did. I know Eithne and Amaleen never deserved what happened to them. And I don't deserve you, never did.”
“Tough, you're stuck with me,” Liriel said, kissing him on the cheek and holding her to him. “And you are not past it. You're still in good health, still strong, you're one of the brightest people I've ever met. You've got so much left to offer. I just wish you could see it, see yourself as I do.”
“You're the only one who does,” Madanach said bitterly. “Elisif found out I took Skooma and now addict is all she sees, and she doesn't like Lirela being anywhere near me. Effectively I just lost my granddaughter and... it's not fair, Liriel but what can I do?”
It really wasn't fair. Liriel loved watching Madanach with children, his entire demeanour changed from stern and forbidding warlord king to kind and friendly father-figure. Especially when babies were involved. She'd seen him get emotional over Lirela, then as she got older and more responsive, the two of them actually start to bond. It always made Liriel sniffle a little bit to watch, because it was cute and also something he'd never do with their own child. At least having Lirela had assuaged Liriel's sadness over that a bit and given them both an outlet. Now Madanach looked set to lose even that.
“I'll talk to her,” Liriel said firmly. “You don't have any other grandchildren yet, and it's not like we're going to have a baby. It's not fair one mistake costs you your granddaughter.”
Choked little cry from him and he held her tighter, saying nothing but Liriel could sense something in him, as if he desperately wanted to say something but didn't know how.
“What?” she asked, ruffling his hair. “What is it? Something's on your mind, what's up?”
When Madanach finally did speak, he sounded very hesitant and unsure of himself.
“Cariad, this is probably a ridiculous question, I know you're extremely conscientious about your potions but... is there any way you could be pregnant?”
“Pregnant? Me?” Liriel said, confused and wondering what brought that on. Of course not, she'd had a period... a while ago, now she came to think of it, although Altmer only bled three times a year, she was sure she should have had one in the last four months and it hadn't come. But maybe it was the stress of getting married and adventuring. Not like she'd had morning sickness or anything, although the nausea and exhaustion – no. Just due to being injured, that was all. Not like she'd had sex without potions lately... apart from that time just after Irkngthand when she'd got back to Markarth to a husband who'd feared her dead or injured and swept her off to bed before she'd had a chance to take anything.
Re: Thicker Than Blood 12.9
(Anonymous) 2014-03-08 12:38 am (UTC)(link)“Two months ago,” Madanach whispered and was that terror in his voice? Definitely shock, she knew that. “And you weren't on anything when you got back, and we...”
Madanach had closed court, swept her off her feet and carried her back into their bedroom, stripped her armour off and slid into her with barely a pause, kissing her fiercely as if he couldn't stand being apart from her, and only now did Liriel wonder if perhaps he'd had Skooma cravings making him desperate on top of worry and lust. But that hardly mattered now, did it?
“You take them too,” Liriel said, her throat dry. “Every two weeks, I see you do it.”
“Not that time,” Madanach breathed, sounding on the verge of either hysterical laughter or tears, Liriel couldn't tell and had a feeling he didn't know either. “I'd had some chest infection or other three weeks before, got sick just after you left. The potions they give you for that conflict with the contraceptive ones so I didn't bother taking one seeing as you weren't here and I was too ill to feel like getting up to anything anyway. Wasn't until the morning after you got back I belatedly realised I was due a dose and took some. Liriel? Liriel, say something.”
Liriel couldn't. She could barely focus on breathing, never mind speaking, tears welling up in her eyes. Pregnant, no no, this hadn't been in the plan, it hadn't, she couldn't be a single mother of a small child who might not even be Ancalime's age, she couldn't inflict the grief of losing its father on her own flesh and blood. Obviously she'd have to get rid of it, every alchemist in Skyrim had potions dealing with that, Babette could do it without asking any awkward questions, there was no way she could keep this child.
Except she kept imagining an armful of warm, fat baby with golden skin and red hair and Madanach's eyes (and what would a half-blood look like anyway?) and Liriel realised she couldn't do it. She couldn't sacrifice her and Madanach's child, and Liriel's heart broke as she dissolved into tears in Madanach's arms.
“Liriel, Liriel, oh gods, Liriel, don't. Don't, please, I'm so sorry,” Madanach was whispering to her as he cradled her in his arms, raining kisses on top of her head as he clutched her to him, and she could feel tears on his own cheeks. He'd always said he'd do it if she really wanted one, he'd even begged her after Kaie's death, rather having a half-blood heir than lose her, before he'd known Eola still lived.
“I can't!” Liriel wailed. “I can't!”
“I understand.” Those were the words but she could feel the grief behind them, the knowledge he wanted that half-blood baby too. “You don't have to keep it, I won't force you... never that.”
“I don't want to get rid of it!” Liriel howled, clinging on to her husband, her frail, ageing, human husband. “I want to have our baby with you, but you're going to die!”
A pause as he held her close and she could feel his emotions shifting, his mind hard at work... and then everything coalesced into grim determination.
“I'll do it.”
“What?” Liriel whispered, not entirely sure what he was talking about. Raise a child with her? Not die? He couldn't help that, no human could.
“I'll take the blood. I'll let your friend Serana turn me. I'll become a vampire.”
Re: Thicker Than Blood 12.10
(Anonymous) 2014-03-08 12:41 am (UTC)(link)“You heard, cariad,” Madanach said quietly. “If it's the only way to stop me ageing and dying... I'll do it. If it'll make you happy. If it means I get to see our child grow up.”
“But... you won't be able to go out in the sun any more,” Liriel whispered. “And you'll have to drink blood!”
“Good thing my Keep's underground, isn't it?” Madanach murmured. “And that I agreed to that blood donation programme idea of Keirine's.”
“And what about Eola? If you don't age and die, she never inherits!” Liriel pointed out. Madanach just shrugged.
“I'm not King right now, thanks to Eola,” Madanach said, still sounding a little bitter over the whole regency business. “And from what you told me, she didn't want the job in the first place. So if I do get the throne back, I'll give the Reach twenty-five years then abdicate in her favour, how's that?”
“I will hold you to that!” Liriel laughed, feeling a little light-headed. Madanach... not dying. Madanach immortal, if undead, able to live on with her, raise their child together... it was more than she could ever have hoped for. If Liriel was able to cope with a vampire for a husband, and dear gods, if Serana turned him, he'd have a vampire lord form. Married to a vampire lord, and he already looked like death itself in that armour.
The other reason Liriel had had no choice but to kill Harkon made its presence felt and Liriel squirmed uncomfortably in Madanach's arms, hoping he wouldn't notice.
He noticed.
“Are you all right with this, cariad?” Madanach asked, frowning. “I know it's a bit unexpected but you're used to all sorts of unusual things happening. I would have thought if anyone could cope with a vampire husband, it'd be you.”
“I'm fine with it!” Liriel gasped breathlessly. “I mean... if you are.”
“I don't know, but I do know our child will need me and so will you. So I'm doing it.” Madanach looked at her, still frowning as he stroked her face. “Cariad, what is it, you're shaking all over and I swear... is there something you want to tell me?”
The game was clearly up. He could tell how she was feeling, and he was her husband after all. Not like she'd given in or anything, right?
“When Serana turns you, you'll have the option of turning into a vampire lord. Bigger than a human, stronger, and you'll have limited flight ability, lots of new spells at your command, and your face will look different. Harkon showed me his when he offered to turn me, but I don't know what yours will be like.”
“Yes, you said he could change form,” Madanach murmured. “But you turned it down, you came back here and then you went out and killed him. I always thought the idea repulsed you, it was another reason I always said no before.”
Liriel shook her head, hardly daring to look him in the eye, blushing furiously.
“It doesn't repulse me,” she said in a tiny voice. “That... that wasn't why I said no to him.”
“You wanted to be a vampire?” Madanach asked, stroking her hair but something in his voice seemed to guess the truth. Defeated, Liriel shook her head.
“I wanted him,” she whispered. “He was dark and dangerous and strong and I wanted him... and then he changed forms into this daedric vampire fiend... and I wanted him even more. That's why I turned against him, that's why I had to kill him, it was the only way to avoid temptation and I already had you!”
Silence, but it wasn't hate she was getting off him. Just quiet processing of all this... and then a dark sense of amusement that usually heralded a bad time for someone.
Re: Thicker Than Blood 12.11
(Anonymous) 2014-03-08 12:43 am (UTC)(link)Liriel nodded, deeply embarrassed and deeply ashamed, and things only got worse as he rolled her onto her back, lying on top of her with a grin on his face, the Madanach of old well and truly back.
“Are you saying that it is in fact one of your deepest fantasies to be bent over a hard surface and taken hard from behind by a vampire lord while he sinks his teeth into your shoulder?”
Liriel actually whimpered at the mere thought, her loins on fire as Madanach pinned her down, teeth grazing her ear. Sithis yes, she'd wanted it all right, craved Harkon inside her, her very blood his to take – of course she'd had to kill him. She'd had no choice in the matter, felt revolted at finding a vampire lord attractive... but if she'd already married a vampire lord...
“Liriel Dragonborn, you perverted little slut,” Madanach breathed into her ear but she could hear the arousal in his voice, feel how turned on he was and all she could do was whimper and writhe beneath him.
“You should have told me this before, I'd have said yes in a heartbeat if I'd known you actually wanted a vampire in your bed,” Madanach laughed, nudging her legs apart and sliding between them.
“You wouldn't have got me pregnant if you'd been turned,” Liriel breathed, gasping as Madanach's fingers trailed over her... and stopped as his hand rested on her stomach.
“No,” he said quietly, playful mood vanishing for the moment. “And I'm not going to be turned until after you've given birth, ideally not until you've weaned it. I think I want to hold my child as a living man at least once. But after... once you're done providing food for our child... I'm getting turned and then, my Liriel, then your blood is mine.”
Liriel couldn't help but moan, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him closer, parting her legs as he bit her neck at the point it met her shoulders, and from that point on it was all clutching at each other, biting, moaning, growling and whimpering as Madanach for the first time in days finally felt like his old self again and Liriel for her part wanted nothing more than her husband back, crying and gasping as he sank inside her, taking her hard and fast until she was screaming his name and then Madanach came too, collapsing on top of her and realising as he did so that he didn't feel a single craving for anything, just a bone-deep sense of contentment and peace.
Maybe love didn't fix everything on its own, Madanach knew that even if Liriel wasn't entirely sure. But it did give you the motivation to start fixing what was wrong using other means. And as both of them drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, the two of them basked in each other's affection, held each other tight and whispered little promises to each other that they'd love each other always, be there always, never leave, no never. Bound by magic and with love, their marriage was stronger than ever.
~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Cute ending, no? Madanach's going to make an awesome vampire lord, as you would expect from someone already skilled in Destruction and Illusion magic.
Next chapter, Sabrinda's plot arc gets wrapped up and then it's all back to Markarth to share the good news.
Re: Thicker Than Blood 12.11
(Anonymous) 2014-03-08 03:36 am (UTC)(link)Re: Thicker Than Blood 12.11
(Anonymous) 2014-03-11 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)I have no idea where the plot twists come from either, but I'm glad they do...
Re: Thicker Than Blood 12.11
(Anonymous) 2014-03-11 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)Are we getting Sabrinda/Gelebor shipping??
ARE WE??????
Re: Thicker Than Blood 12.11
(Anonymous) 2014-03-11 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)...maybe