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Erandur / M!DB: "Prude" 3/?
Date: 2016-03-21 01:05 pm (UTC)“I’m ready for some dinner and sleep. Do you want to come, or stay here longer?”
Erandur realized he was still holding his friend’s hand and let go.
“I’ll gladly come with. I can't think of a better way to end the day.”
The streets had gone empty, and the sun had set. Thurilas led him to an inn at the center of town, and sat him down at an empty table. The place wasn't large, but seemed friendly enough. There were a few locals sitting in chairs, and what he assumed to be a sellsword by one of the doors.
Thurilas spoke to the Argonian woman behind the bar and came back with a plate.
“Hope you like fish, Era.” he said with a smile, handing him a fork and placing the plate between the two of them. Erandur chuckled.
“I lived most of my life in a port town, my friend, I would have starved if I didn't.”
That got a small grin from the Bosmer before he stuffed his mouth with their meal. Erandur hadn't stopped smiling for hours, and now he felt like he might get his face stuck as such. It made it difficult to eat, sure, but the embarrassingly domestic thoughts bouncing around his head were much too infectious to cast away.
He imagined dinner small talk every night, not renting separate rooms but sharing a bed, pressing a goodnight kiss to Thurilas’s forehead, and feeling those deceptively strong arms around him in the morning.
“‘Rand?”
He snapped back to reality, and realized he’d been staring at Thurilas the whole time.
“Apologies, I got lost in thought.” The Bosmer’s lip quirked up as Erandur busied himself with food.
“Awfully good ones, too, from the look on your face. Did you fall for Maramal in there? You haven't stopped grinning since I took you to the temple.” Erandur’s eyebrows raised.
“What are Mara’s views on one-night-stands, anyways?”
The priest nearly choked on his fish. Carefully he swallowed before answering his friend, knowing full well he was merely making jest.
“Maramal is married, first of all” -Thurilas raised a brow suggestively- “And second, Mara’s teachings generally encourage intimacy in a relationship sense, but it is recognized to be used more recreationally for some and is then only asked to be respectful and consensual.”
The Bosmer chewed his fish thoughtfully, seeming to be considering his words.
“So then you're not going to be sneaking into the temple in the middle of the night?”
Thurilas laughed good-naturedly as Erandur’s head fell into his hands. He wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh as well or smack his friend over the head for being so damned ridiculous.
“You know I mean only to tease, ‘Rand.” he said as his laughter died down. Erandur looked up from his hands with a teasing smile.
“I’d thought you were too old to be making such base jokes, Thurilas.” The Bosmer leaned closer with a conspiratorial look.
“And I think you're too old to be so shy about life’s greater pleasures.”
“I’m not shy-” he was interrupted by Talen-Jei placing a second plate of fish in front of them. Thurilas thanked him before turning back. Erandur dropped his voice lower.
“I had sworn off all of the good things in life before you showed back up. "
Thurilas grinned.
“Now look at you, sipping Black-Briar Mead in a warm inn and a plate of delicious salted fish in front of you.”
“And I got to visit the temple of Mara…” he briefly fought the Bosmer for the largest fish and popped it into his mouth.
“Exactly. I think you're well on your way to being as spoiled as the rest of us.” They both chuckled at the absurdity of either of them being called spoiled. They finished eating in comfortable silence. Thurilas yawned and stretched.
“I think I need to go hunting tomorrow. It's getting harder and harder to sleep.”
Erandur nodded, knowing full well what his companion meant. They walked up the stairs to their rooms, Thurilas pointing them out, and lingered just a little too long in their good-nights.
RE: Erandur / M!DB: "Prude" 3/?
Date: 2016-03-24 01:21 am (UTC)Re: Erandur / M!DB: "Prude" 3/?
Date: 2016-03-26 06:05 am (UTC)Re: Erandur / M!DB: "Prude" 3/?
Date: 2016-04-07 08:31 pm (UTC)Re: Erandur / M!DB: "Prude" 3/?
Date: 2016-04-10 08:18 am (UTC)*offers smores*
Can't wait for the next installment, A!A. This is delightful.