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Wicked Game [5/5]
Date: 2014-03-04 04:50 pm (UTC)He continued to be silent and the grip on his head loosened making him relax a bit. But with his guard off the Thalmor took advantage of it and he slashed his cheek making him shout and yank away, grabbing his face.
“A reminder, Legate Fasendil,” he sneered. “To keep your mouth shut unless you want another one of us fucking your tight ass. And we will.”
“Just leave,” he growled back, the blood now dripping down his cheek and the Agent smiled down at him.
“Until next time then,” he smirked, straightening his robes before he left him, moving back to the road where the two soldiers stood. Fasendil didn’t move, listening to the sounds of their footsteps retreating, his mind muggy and his body aching before he tried to sit down. It hurt too much and he stopped, awkwardly remaining on his hands and knees for a minute until he finally got up.
He staggered, righting himself before going to grab his sword, tugging his armor on, his fingers shaking as he did up the straps. It took him some time to get off the hill, his backside hurting more than he thought it would and he started the long walk back to his camp, pausing only once to wretch in disgust.
He blamed himself for what happened, for being so rusty that he didn’t cut off the damn Thalmor’s head but there was no use in dwelling on it. He would just have to recover and train. That was what was driving him on as he staggered back into the camp, ignoring his men looking at him. He needed to train, to get back to that level he used to be in his youth where he could cut down his own hateful kin and if needed, use his magic as well.
He stepped into his tent, pulling the flaps down as he did and he went to his chest, digging out a few healing potions to drink, his body hurting, his cheek still bleeding. There was a slight knock on the wooden pole and the animal ski flap was moved as the Quartermaster looked in.
“Legate? Everything alright?” he asked and Fasendil sighed.
“Yeah,” he muttered, pulling off the cork of one of the potions. “Everything’s fine.” The Quartermaster didn’t move and he looked at him. “What?”
“Nothing but…” he hesitated. “You look like you fought a cave bear.”
He pursed his lips. “I didn’t,” he muttered. “Animals aren’t as cruel and disgusting as men.”
The Quartermaster frowned, giving him a look of sympathy as if he knew but he said no more and left, leaving him to be with his potions and stained pride. He drank down another bottle before he took off his armor and struggled to lay on his bed. He kept his sword at his side, not trusting his flimsy tent and he looked up at the ceiling, exhausted. He shook, almost flying into a fit over what happened but he stilled himself and began blocking it from his mind. He needed to move forward, not dwell on the past.
Tomorrow, he would begin to train and make sure he was ready the next time a Thalmor patrol dared walk in the Rift. He didn’t care if they were their supposed allies, he deserved his revenge.
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Re: Wicked Game [5/5]
Date: 2014-03-04 09:44 pm (UTC)I'll do a prompt if I must!
Re: Wicked Game [5/5]
Date: 2014-03-05 01:07 pm (UTC)Re: Wicked Game [5/5]
Date: 2014-03-05 05:33 pm (UTC)I sincerely hope that he'll get his rightful revenge!
You know this is sorta parallel to Alla's own rape by Ancano. Maybe the two would connect on some level on how they were abused by those cruel bastards. Maybe they do and plot bloody-vengeances on unsuspecting Thalmor patrols; taking them out one-by-one mwahahaha! >)
Re: Wicked Game [5/5]
Date: 2014-03-08 09:29 am (UTC)Re: Wicked Game [5/5]
Date: 2014-03-08 12:43 pm (UTC)Re: Wicked Game [5/5]
Date: 2014-04-06 03:46 pm (UTC)