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"Auksts" - 1a/1
Date: 2013-08-14 08:22 pm (UTC)Summary: The fallen hero has become as cold as the land she fought so hard to save. The sole source of warmth in her life is an unexpected lover who she can't bear to push away.
Tags: char:f!pc, char:brelyna_maryon, race:bosmer, relationship:f/f, kink:angst
She watches as the traveler collapses to the white (but it’s not white anymore, it’s red) with empty brown eyes. She checks the soul gem to ensure it was filled, as if she had any doubt.
She didn’t, of course. She simply felt some... satisfaction in cramming a human soul into the black gem. That’s power. Anyone can kill if they really want to. Stopping a beating heart is easy. But to take the very soul, that is desecration at its finest.
She didn’t know this traveller. It didn’t matter, of course. It hadn’t mattered in years.
When she started really exploring her necromancy again, she supposed it did matter. It was always more satisfying to kill someone she knew. A farmer she’d helped with their crops or a dock worker she’d retrieved an amulet for...
A housecarl who had sworn to serve.
They never saw it coming. It was unexpected. They had no time to prepare, and as she looked into her eyes, there was always the accusation.
How could you?
Easily. I can call flame or lightning to my fingertips. Extinguishing life is child’s play.
She remembers when she arrived in Skyrim, as nobody, nobody, nobody in particular. Fleeing Cyrodiil’s anti-necromancy laws and her homeland of Valenwood’s wrath after one too many murders. Yes, she was a criminal in both lands but in Skyrim that didn’t seem to matter. Nobody knew, nobody asked.
Why the gods chose her as their instrument she’ll never know. She’d performed admirably, though, if she did say so herself. She’d slain Alduin. She’d slain every dragon she came across. At first the task was daunting but she was a fast learner. She learned their weak points. She’d learned that a burst of lightning when they hovered there could startle even the cockiest of dragons. She learned to use the city guards to her advantage, as they were much more expendable...
The dragons were profitable. The dragons were exciting.
For a time, anyway. Now she’s tired of it all. Tired of being revered and tired of being a hero.
Now the Dragonborn lives a mostly-isolated life, in a home she’d bought in the Pale back when she was still doing good deeds for townsfolk and making Jarls smile.
It’s a nice house (well-furnished, built from scratch by a woman with too much time on her hands).
It would be nicer without the filled soul gems lying around (but she found them comforting).
Still, gems aside and occasional bandit-bodies in the cellar notwithstanding, the estate is fitting for a hero (even a necromancer, even... whatever she is).
Sometimes Brelyna lives there, too, but her lover usually prefers the College. The Dragonborn knows this. The Dragonborn goes to visit her there instead. It’s better for both of them anyway.
She felt in her pack, counted six filled soul gems, and figured that should be enough for the time being. No sense pushing her luck. She could handle travellers, caravans, groups of bandits... but she’d been trying to stay out of the way of city guards. A bounty on her head would make life difficult.
The traveller’s body rests in the white (red) snow and the Eastmarch winds are already blowing in more. The body will be completely covered soon.
The Dragonborn turns to leave, and a few flakes land on her eyelashes. She would brush them away but more will simply take their place.
When she arrived in Skyrim she found the land cold, inhospitable.
Now she has adjusted to it, by becoming cold and inhospitable herself.
She pulls her hood up, not because she’s cold (cold like the land, cold like her heart) but because she feels safer, and begins her long walk home.
"Auksts" - 1b/1
Date: 2013-08-14 08:23 pm (UTC)She opens the door and it squeaks and creaks. Inside it’s dark. A peek into the bedroom tells her Brelyna is here, and asleep. Waiting for her? Maybe. Part of her wished she’d returned sooner.
She crawls into bed with her and wraps her arms around the Dunmer’s waist.
Her lover stirs, turns to look at her, smiles just a little. “You’re home late.”
“I was busy,” the Dragonborn murmurs, her exhaustion already catching up with her.
“What with?”
“Experiments.” She doesn’t elaborate. She’s tired. And Brelyna doesn’t ask. She never has.
A yawn, and her lover nods. “Tell me about them tomorrow.”
“Yes. I... shall.” A pause. “I love you.”
That seems to surprise Brelyna, and she doesn’t respond for a moment. “I love you, too, Nienna.”
She looks the Dunmer right in the eyes and whispers, “You’re all I have.”
“Only because you’ve pushed everyone else away.”
“Precisely.”
Re: "Auksts" - 1b/1 - OP
Date: 2013-08-14 08:37 pm (UTC)Two wonderful prompts!
Okay, wow, thank you so much for to fill this! I loved those ending lines ("You're all I have" my heart has been kicked) and I like how you created a solid character with so little words.