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Re: F!DB/Ghorbash - "First of Many" 2/3
Date: 2013-12-04 06:01 pm (UTC)The first was that he realised that her constant chatter wasn't a nervous tick, she just spoke a lot.
A lot.
He was waiting for it to really irritate him but he was surprised to find that it didn't. Instead, he just found it odd. She talked about everything: the colour of the sky and how it was ever changing, the weather, the scenery, weapons, flowers...if she saw it or knew of its existence, she would speak of it.
Rarely did he respond and when he did, he spoke briefly and sometimes even just made a noise of agreement. In fact, they had barely spoken properly at all and had not confided in each other about anything. Yet somehow, he felt as though they had held a thousand conversations between them, each detailed and rich. He felt like he knew so much about her while knowing very little.
Oh, and the second thing. The second was that they killed a dragon.
It should have seemed bigger than it was (the fight, not the dragon - the dragon was as humongous as he had expected it to be).
Before he had left, the stronghold spread rumours of a dragonborn and when she had arrived, it was impossible not to notice that the whispers increased in both detail and volume. Still, she had never actually confirmed it; it was apparently one of the few things she did not discuss in great length.
The fight had been fairly straightforward after his initial panic which of course he didn't show. But watching her absorb the dragon's soul had been quite something. She was so small compared to him and he couldn't fathom how a body such as hers could enable her to kill something like a dragon and then take its very soul from it.
Once it was over, she puffed out her cheeks and 'hmm'ed.
"Are you...well?"
His hand hovered a few inches from her back as though he was afraid she'd fall. In actuality, he wasn't sure what to expect. Would she feel worse for a while? Would they need to stop until she regained her strength?
Then she turned to him and her smile was as bright as ever. Relief washed over him.
"Oh, I am fine! The rush of power can sometimes be overwhelming, is all." Then she bent down and began scooping up scales and bones. "Can you carry some of these? I don't have any room in my pack."
He nodded and took them from her, fitting them in easily. When he was finished he saw she was watching his face. He frowned and she flushed.
"Are you...happy to stay with me? Now you know that dragons will be commonplace?"
She hadn't been joking when she said he would have plenty of stories to tell his children. He nodded.
"Oh, good! Now come." She nudged his arm with her shoulder. "I have heard of strange goings on in Markarth I want to explore. Do you know any songs?"
That was the day he stopped seeing her as a peculiar woman and started seeing her as a peculiar woman with a lot of power.
Re: F!DB/Ghorbash - "First of Many" 3/3
Date: 2013-12-04 06:05 pm (UTC)They set up camp under a jagged edge of rock where bandits had once been. The alcove was oddly cosy and the heat from the fire could fill it before surrendering itself to the cold night air. She had insisted on cooking a vegetable stew for them in a small pot and his stomach had begun to growl as the smell of it reached his ridged nose. She filled up two large tankards with it and handed him one along with a fork. He took it with a nod of thanks and was surprised when she sat down next to him on the log, despite there being another just across from him. She was sat so close her shoulder grazed his when she moved to spear more vegetables on her fork.
Eating was one of those few moments where she was quiet and he found himself catching a few glances of her out of the corner of his eye as she stared out over the plains. The fire made her blue eyes sparkle and illuminated her soft face, giving her a flattering glow. A few more glances made him realise - with a start - that he was beginning to find her rather...appealing. Shame instantly gripped him and he pushed the thought out of his mind, not allowing himself to dwell on her. He heard the fork scrape the bottom of her tankard.
"You rest. I will keep watch."
She nodded and stood before resting a warm hand on his large shoulder. He tensed.
"Thank you." She said before making her way to the back of their alcove and slipping inside a bed roll.
He relaxed as much as he could and placed his empty tankard at his feet. He sighed through his nose and retied the leather band that kept his jet black plait tight. Then his eyes searched the plain, checking for threats. He wasn't expecting anything; bandits had previously occupied this area (until they had killed them a mere hour and a half before) so he suspected that people would stay away. He waited for a while before turning quietly and looking at her curled up in her bedroll, her brown hair falling over her face and her chest moving with her steady breathing. He saw the bedroll next to her and resisted the urge to clamber into it and watch her.
He shook himself. It had been quite some time since he had bedded an Orc female and that was the reason for this folly, he was sure.
Endra. Odd name, he thought. He wanted to roll it around in his mouth and test the taste. Instead, he glanced at her again before hunching over and fixing his eyes on the road.
As the cold seeped into his bones, he remembered where she had touched his right shoulder.
It still felt warm.
Re: F!DB/Ghorbash - "First of Many" 3/3
Date: 2013-12-06 05:32 pm (UTC)