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Skyrim Page 5 - "NAKED! Naked naked naked "
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Green Eyed [9/?]
(Anonymous) 2014-06-14 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)Ryla stood, straightening her dress and covering the parts he had ripped in his frenzy. She trembled, her lower region still dripping with his essence. A guard pounded on the doors to her room and, shakily, she moved to scoot the dresser out of the way. The doors flew open, Lydia and three guards standing and looking at her. Ryla looked back. How was she supposed to behave in a situation like this? She turned her head and glanced at Kerek who was still struggling to remove himself from behind the chest and clutter. She looked at Lydia, who moved to her side and wrapped an arm around her. Ryla watched as the guards moved to Kerek, who, spent from his violent actions and the beserker’s rage, let the guards take him without complaint. She whimpered again and fell into Lydia’s embrace.
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The following days, Ryla tried to behave as if everything was normal. She went to Farengar’s lessons at 9, still musing over his mutton chops, even as he apologized profusely for not teaching her more defensive spells. And, “Was it terrible? I heard orcs are quite big... Down. There. Are you all right do you need a healer?” She’d nodded and shook her head at the appropriate questions before dismissing herself and heading to the Bannered Mare.
Mikael showed disinterest in her, instead focusing his songs on a pretty redguard who had showed up in town recently. She was crushed to find that he had changed a few words of the songs he sang to herself for the new girl. But, Ryla took the bribe, promising not to say anything. She spent most of her time huddled in the children’s bed where her alchemy table used to be.
Lydia opened the door slowly, peering in and looking at Ryla for a long while. “Uhm, my thane?” Ryla sat up at looked at Lydia, her eyes quiet. “He has, uhm... Kerek,” Lydia flinched at the word, but Ryla only sat up straighter, hope filling her. “Wanted to see you. In the dungeons.”
Ryla nodded and stood quickly. Moving through the house and putting on her mages robes. “Lydia.” She said finally, at the front door.
From above, Lydia replied, “Yes, my thane?”
“When I’m done talking to Kerek I’m going to go to Winterhold. Okay?” Lydia was next to her in a heartbeat, concern washing over her usually expressionless face. “Alone. I need the time to clear my head.”
“I’m not so sure that’s the brightest idea. Remember the priestess wanted you to stick around to see if you were...” Lydia paused, her eyes searching Ryla’s for help. “With child.”
Ryla laughed, surprising Lydia. “I’m not with child, Lydia.” She explained. “I can feel it. We who use magik are very in tune with our spirits.”
Lydia gave her a look. “I’m your housecarl, Ryla.” She explained. “And I’ll do whatever you want me to. But Winterhold is a long way up there. I’d hate for you to get hurt...” Lydia paused, looking away, seemingly interested in a blue bowl.
“Again.” Ryla finished for her. “In the same way that Kerek hurt me.”
“Yes.” Lydia tucked her own braid behind her ear, resisting the urge to yell at Ryla.
Ryla stared at her for a long moment. How could she tell Lydia that this man, this orc who had defiled her, had a pure heart? How could she tell Lydia that she had forgiven him? Almost instantaneously. How could tell Lydia that if he had just been... a little less rough, that she would have enjoyed herself very much? She opened her mouth and then closed it.
“I’ll be fine.” She whispered, closing the distance between them and leaning her forehead on Lydia’s shoulder. “I promise. I’ll hire someone or make a few friends along the way.”
Lydia looked down at the top of Ryla’s head and wrapped her arms around her. “Why don’t you want me to come with you?”
Green Eyed [10/?]
(Anonymous) 2014-06-15 04:43 am (UTC)(link)Lydia stared at Ryla, her mouth agape. In reply, Ryla smiled sheepishly. “You’re welcome to the master bedroom.” She tried to appease her, “And Kerek can have yours. I’m going to the college, I believe I’ll be there for quite some time.”
Lydia finally closed her mouth with an exhale, and Ryla could see that she was furious. Quickly, Ryla threw her pack over her shoulder and ran through the door. “I’ll write!” She called.
The walk to the dungeon took longer than it should have. A multitude of people had stopped her to talk about how well she was getting over it, that she looked healthy but should probably heed Danica’s advice about the potential of carrying a child. Ryla sighed with every question and mention of her health. The man had had sex with her, he didn’t try to murder her. And, if anything, she had dealt him more damage than he had dealt her.
Approaching the door to the dungeon, Ryla welled up a few tears. If she could get the guard’s sympathy, maybe she could talk to Kerek alone. She opened the door and both guards turned to look at her. “Are you lost?” One of them asked with a heavy accent.
She shook her head, letting a few tears drip down her cheeks. “No. I... I just wanted to look Kerek in the eye.” The first guard nudged the second and they stood, leaving the building.
Wiping the fake tears, Ryla moved into the back room, heading to Kerek’s cell. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered as she came into view. “I’m so, so sorry. I snapped. I didn’t mean to- I should have been- I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that.”
Ryla nodded, lighting her hand aglow with a restoration spell and reaching within the cell to heal the split skin on his nose. Kerek sighed, “Your spell feels so good, Danica’s hurts.”
“She has ill intent.” Ryla explained, moving down to the dark bruise on his collar bone.
“I’m sorry.” Kerek said again, shame flooding his features. “I’ve had...” Kerek paused, pulling a face. “feelings for you ever since that day we burnt Morey. They’ve only gotten stronger, and I... You called me Mikael. I wasn’t saying that as Mikael! I was saying it as me!”
Ryla hushed him, moving to another small wound on his chest. “Don’t beat yourself up so much.” She whispered. “If... If I had seen Mikael for what he really was...” She trailed off, looking up to meet Kerek’s gaze. “Things would have been different.”
Kerek quickly looked away. “I wanted so much of you. And I wanted you all to myself. It wouldn’t have- You wouldn’t have been happy.”
Ryla smiled at him. “You never know.” They were quiet for a long moment, the silence deafening. “It wasn’t as bad as so many people think!” She burst, her sudden words echoing off the walls.
Kerek looked at her, his thick eyebrows knitting together between his eyes. “Wh... What?”
Ryla had her fist to her lips, her eyes squeezed shut in unmistakable regret. But she opened her mouth, saying, “I think... I might’ve enjoyed it.” She confessed shakily. “I mean. I didn’t. You were too big and you didn’t quite fit…” Ryla paused, her words catching in her throat. Swallowing, she finally looked up at him. His gold eyes peered into her green orbs, hope over flowing the figurative bucket. Ryla sighed, defeated. “You’re quite attractive, Kerek.” She confessed again. “And kind, which is something that Skyrim lacks, I’ve noticed.” Kerek nodded speechless. “I’m beginning to… have feelings for you.” She looked up at him, trying hard not to smile and seem very serious.
Kerek reached through the bars, a giant hand resting against her cheek. She pressed her face into his palm, warm and earthy smelling. “I love you.” He said quietly. And the words seemed so natural, spilling from his lips. So honest.
Green Eyed [11/?]
(Anonymous) 2014-06-19 04:05 am (UTC)(link)Kerek watched as she left, and then dug his thick fingers into his hair. Throwing himself into the small pile of hay on the floor. He’d get a job. He decided right then and there. He’d get a job, and he’d save enough to go to Winterhold, and then… And then what?
Wiping at his eyes, he heard the guards come in and stop at his cell. “Did she give you what you deserve?” The first one asked, his voice full of malice and hatred.
Kerek turned, looking at them solemly. “No.” He said, his voice echoing off of the quiet stone walls. “She gave me something better than I deserve.”
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Winterhold was colder than Kerek thought possible. Shivering, he stepped into the tavern, and warmed himself by the fire. Turning to look at the innkeeper, he asked for a bottle of mead. The nord stared at him for a moment, mead in hand, hesitant. Kerek fought the urge to growl, instead holding out a small bag of septims and saying, “I’m good for it.”
The nord held out the mead, and Kerek fished out the payment, taking a deep breath and exhaling it slowly. “Do you know a woman by the name of Ryla?” he asked, handing over the few septims.
The nord looked down at the septims and then back up at Kerek, “Aye that we do. We all do. We are in a great deal of debt to her.”
Kerek looked up, surprise unbridled on his features. “What for?” He asked. “Last I knew she just wanted to study at the college.”
“Initially, that was all she wanted.” He explained. “But then that... that Thalmor agent released these... things. They were like nothing we had ever seen. We lost quite a few people.”
Kerek took a gulp of his mead. “She invited me up here years ago.” Kerek said quietly. I just now saved enough.
The innkeeper made a noise in the back of his throat. “The college is much more open to visitors now-a-days. If you can prove you’re not there to cause any trouble.”
Kerek pulled a face, remembering the trouble he had already caused. Shaking his head free of the memory, he rolled his shoulders and eyes the door. “Awfully cold out there.” He muttered.
“Always is.”
They were silent a moment, both basking in the warmth of the fire. A man was drinking mead in a dark corner, and another poked his head out of the back room, where thick coloured smoke was wafting out of. There were people here. Kerek realized. Real people with real personalities. And Ryla belonged here. And Kerek seriously wondered if she would have ever made it out of Whiterun if it weren’t for his lack of control. He turned suddenly and thrust a small bag of coin in the man’s hands. “Keep it.” Kerek called over his shoulder as he pushed open the door, letting snow flow over the threshold, only to melt moments later.
The bridge to the college seemed precarious, and Kerek regarded it with caution, but tried to remember the letters Lydia had received detailing battles against dragons and riding horses across the bridge at full speed. Ryla had been amazed by this place. She really, truly fit in.
Kerek hesitated. Would it be right to see her now, years and years after he had effectively ruined her life? He shook his head free of the oppressive thoughts. “She invited me here.” He muttered to himself, taking a few steps forward and then quickly crossing the bridge before he could lose his courage.
The gates swung open in front of him, the small pool of deep blue water lighting up and sending a beam into the sky. He stood for a moment, awkwardly looking around before putting a hand over his face. What had he been thinking? Would these people really help out a person who didn’t know a thing but necessary restoration magik?
From somewhere to his right a soft voice called, “Can I help you?”
Re: Green Eyed [11/?]
(Anonymous) 2014-06-30 04:15 am (UTC)(link)Re: Green Eyed [11/?]
(Anonymous) 2014-06-30 04:33 am (UTC)(link)Re: Green Eyed [11/?]
(Anonymous) 2014-08-07 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)Green Eyed [12/12] END
(Anonymous) 2014-06-30 04:32 am (UTC)(link)He nodded emptily, not understanding a word she was saying. “I’m looking for a Breton woman.” He said finally, and the dunmer laughed.
“Most women here are Bretons.” She explained. “What’s her name?”
“Ryla.” Kerek said quietly, the feeling of her name in his mouth strange after all these years.
The dunmer’s face fell. “Then, are you him? Are you Kerek?” Kerek shrugged, he didn’t know what Ryla had said about him while here, but didn’t want to be under fire, perhaps literally. “We’ve heard so much about you! I’ll bet she’s in the Hall of the Elements. Come, I’ll show you the way.”
Kerek felt like a stranger. Which he was, but it wasn’t like in Whiterun where he was just another guy making a living. He knew absolutely nothing about these people or what drove them to wake every morning.
The dunmer pushed open a tall set of double doors, interrupting what seemed to be a lecture. The mages in the room turned to look at him and Kerek felt half his size. “Hello.” He said meekly, his voice echoing around the room making him feel ashamed. Clearing his throat he asked, “Is Ryla here?”
The woman near the front of the crowd finally turned, her ice spell dwindling in her lack of concentration. “Kerek?” She asked and her voice also echoed. “Are you really here? There’s so much to show you!” She took a few hurried steps towards him, then turned back to face the crowd, her light blue robes twirling with her speed. “Lecture dismissed. Meet here at the same time tomorrow if you’re still interested.”
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It was nice to catch up with Ryla. Kerek told her all about how he had worked for Belethor and Adrianne. How he had tried to work for Arcadia, but his hands were too large to handle some of the ingredients. Ryla’s laugh was music to his ears. Her smile made him smile.
“What about you?” Kerek asked, awkwardly motioning towards her over their tankards of mead. “How did you become Arch-Mage?”
Ryla shrugged, a blush creeping over her cheeks. “It was all accidental, I assure you. Things just…” She hesitated, her eyes drifting away from him and her face falling. “Fell apart.”
Tentatively, Kerek reached across the table, her hand disappearing underneath his. “I think it’s wonderful.” The words that came from his mouth didn’t seem to belong there. Kerek couldn’t help but think that someon eelse should have been saying them, his voice was all wrong, too gruff.
Ryla looked up at him, her eyes solemn. “Kerek,” she started her voice quiet. “I’m so sorry.”
Kerek scoffed before she could finish. Ryla was apologizing? It was he who should be apologizing, not her. How much had he screwed her life up? How much damage had he done? He opened his mouth to express his thoughts, but Ryla silenced him.
“You took too long. I... I found, someone else.”
Kerek looked at her, his heart breaking. Distantly, he felt humor bubbling up from the deep dredges of his gut. This tiny little Breton had broken his heart too many times to count. “We’re quite happy. His name is Enthir, he’s a bosmer and works at the college. We... We have a daughter.” Ironically, Kerek smiled. That old saying, that nobody bests an orc? Well, the dragonborn could, and she didn’t even have to brandish her blade…
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Author's Note: This isn't a very good ending, and this isn't my best work, and I'm sorry OP. I will try to do better in the future. Posting fills while they're still in progress isn't going to be something I can do anymore. It messes up the flow. Thank you guys for reading, though. :)
Re: Green Eyed [12/12] END
(Anonymous) 2014-07-07 12:00 am (UTC)(link)Re: Green Eyed [12/12] END
(Anonymous) 2014-07-07 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)