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Re: Thicker Than Blood 12.9
Date: 2014-03-08 12:38 am (UTC)“Two months ago,” Madanach whispered and was that terror in his voice? Definitely shock, she knew that. “And you weren't on anything when you got back, and we...”
Madanach had closed court, swept her off her feet and carried her back into their bedroom, stripped her armour off and slid into her with barely a pause, kissing her fiercely as if he couldn't stand being apart from her, and only now did Liriel wonder if perhaps he'd had Skooma cravings making him desperate on top of worry and lust. But that hardly mattered now, did it?
“You take them too,” Liriel said, her throat dry. “Every two weeks, I see you do it.”
“Not that time,” Madanach breathed, sounding on the verge of either hysterical laughter or tears, Liriel couldn't tell and had a feeling he didn't know either. “I'd had some chest infection or other three weeks before, got sick just after you left. The potions they give you for that conflict with the contraceptive ones so I didn't bother taking one seeing as you weren't here and I was too ill to feel like getting up to anything anyway. Wasn't until the morning after you got back I belatedly realised I was due a dose and took some. Liriel? Liriel, say something.”
Liriel couldn't. She could barely focus on breathing, never mind speaking, tears welling up in her eyes. Pregnant, no no, this hadn't been in the plan, it hadn't, she couldn't be a single mother of a small child who might not even be Ancalime's age, she couldn't inflict the grief of losing its father on her own flesh and blood. Obviously she'd have to get rid of it, every alchemist in Skyrim had potions dealing with that, Babette could do it without asking any awkward questions, there was no way she could keep this child.
Except she kept imagining an armful of warm, fat baby with golden skin and red hair and Madanach's eyes (and what would a half-blood look like anyway?) and Liriel realised she couldn't do it. She couldn't sacrifice her and Madanach's child, and Liriel's heart broke as she dissolved into tears in Madanach's arms.
“Liriel, Liriel, oh gods, Liriel, don't. Don't, please, I'm so sorry,” Madanach was whispering to her as he cradled her in his arms, raining kisses on top of her head as he clutched her to him, and she could feel tears on his own cheeks. He'd always said he'd do it if she really wanted one, he'd even begged her after Kaie's death, rather having a half-blood heir than lose her, before he'd known Eola still lived.
“I can't!” Liriel wailed. “I can't!”
“I understand.” Those were the words but she could feel the grief behind them, the knowledge he wanted that half-blood baby too. “You don't have to keep it, I won't force you... never that.”
“I don't want to get rid of it!” Liriel howled, clinging on to her husband, her frail, ageing, human husband. “I want to have our baby with you, but you're going to die!”
A pause as he held her close and she could feel his emotions shifting, his mind hard at work... and then everything coalesced into grim determination.
“I'll do it.”
“What?” Liriel whispered, not entirely sure what he was talking about. Raise a child with her? Not die? He couldn't help that, no human could.
“I'll take the blood. I'll let your friend Serana turn me. I'll become a vampire.”
Re: Thicker Than Blood 12.10
Date: 2014-03-08 12:41 am (UTC)“You heard, cariad,” Madanach said quietly. “If it's the only way to stop me ageing and dying... I'll do it. If it'll make you happy. If it means I get to see our child grow up.”
“But... you won't be able to go out in the sun any more,” Liriel whispered. “And you'll have to drink blood!”
“Good thing my Keep's underground, isn't it?” Madanach murmured. “And that I agreed to that blood donation programme idea of Keirine's.”
“And what about Eola? If you don't age and die, she never inherits!” Liriel pointed out. Madanach just shrugged.
“I'm not King right now, thanks to Eola,” Madanach said, still sounding a little bitter over the whole regency business. “And from what you told me, she didn't want the job in the first place. So if I do get the throne back, I'll give the Reach twenty-five years then abdicate in her favour, how's that?”
“I will hold you to that!” Liriel laughed, feeling a little light-headed. Madanach... not dying. Madanach immortal, if undead, able to live on with her, raise their child together... it was more than she could ever have hoped for. If Liriel was able to cope with a vampire for a husband, and dear gods, if Serana turned him, he'd have a vampire lord form. Married to a vampire lord, and he already looked like death itself in that armour.
The other reason Liriel had had no choice but to kill Harkon made its presence felt and Liriel squirmed uncomfortably in Madanach's arms, hoping he wouldn't notice.
He noticed.
“Are you all right with this, cariad?” Madanach asked, frowning. “I know it's a bit unexpected but you're used to all sorts of unusual things happening. I would have thought if anyone could cope with a vampire husband, it'd be you.”
“I'm fine with it!” Liriel gasped breathlessly. “I mean... if you are.”
“I don't know, but I do know our child will need me and so will you. So I'm doing it.” Madanach looked at her, still frowning as he stroked her face. “Cariad, what is it, you're shaking all over and I swear... is there something you want to tell me?”
The game was clearly up. He could tell how she was feeling, and he was her husband after all. Not like she'd given in or anything, right?
“When Serana turns you, you'll have the option of turning into a vampire lord. Bigger than a human, stronger, and you'll have limited flight ability, lots of new spells at your command, and your face will look different. Harkon showed me his when he offered to turn me, but I don't know what yours will be like.”
“Yes, you said he could change form,” Madanach murmured. “But you turned it down, you came back here and then you went out and killed him. I always thought the idea repulsed you, it was another reason I always said no before.”
Liriel shook her head, hardly daring to look him in the eye, blushing furiously.
“It doesn't repulse me,” she said in a tiny voice. “That... that wasn't why I said no to him.”
“You wanted to be a vampire?” Madanach asked, stroking her hair but something in his voice seemed to guess the truth. Defeated, Liriel shook her head.
“I wanted him,” she whispered. “He was dark and dangerous and strong and I wanted him... and then he changed forms into this daedric vampire fiend... and I wanted him even more. That's why I turned against him, that's why I had to kill him, it was the only way to avoid temptation and I already had you!”
Silence, but it wasn't hate she was getting off him. Just quiet processing of all this... and then a dark sense of amusement that usually heralded a bad time for someone.
Re: Thicker Than Blood 12.11
Date: 2014-03-08 12:43 am (UTC)Liriel nodded, deeply embarrassed and deeply ashamed, and things only got worse as he rolled her onto her back, lying on top of her with a grin on his face, the Madanach of old well and truly back.
“Are you saying that it is in fact one of your deepest fantasies to be bent over a hard surface and taken hard from behind by a vampire lord while he sinks his teeth into your shoulder?”
Liriel actually whimpered at the mere thought, her loins on fire as Madanach pinned her down, teeth grazing her ear. Sithis yes, she'd wanted it all right, craved Harkon inside her, her very blood his to take – of course she'd had to kill him. She'd had no choice in the matter, felt revolted at finding a vampire lord attractive... but if she'd already married a vampire lord...
“Liriel Dragonborn, you perverted little slut,” Madanach breathed into her ear but she could hear the arousal in his voice, feel how turned on he was and all she could do was whimper and writhe beneath him.
“You should have told me this before, I'd have said yes in a heartbeat if I'd known you actually wanted a vampire in your bed,” Madanach laughed, nudging her legs apart and sliding between them.
“You wouldn't have got me pregnant if you'd been turned,” Liriel breathed, gasping as Madanach's fingers trailed over her... and stopped as his hand rested on her stomach.
“No,” he said quietly, playful mood vanishing for the moment. “And I'm not going to be turned until after you've given birth, ideally not until you've weaned it. I think I want to hold my child as a living man at least once. But after... once you're done providing food for our child... I'm getting turned and then, my Liriel, then your blood is mine.”
Liriel couldn't help but moan, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him closer, parting her legs as he bit her neck at the point it met her shoulders, and from that point on it was all clutching at each other, biting, moaning, growling and whimpering as Madanach for the first time in days finally felt like his old self again and Liriel for her part wanted nothing more than her husband back, crying and gasping as he sank inside her, taking her hard and fast until she was screaming his name and then Madanach came too, collapsing on top of her and realising as he did so that he didn't feel a single craving for anything, just a bone-deep sense of contentment and peace.
Maybe love didn't fix everything on its own, Madanach knew that even if Liriel wasn't entirely sure. But it did give you the motivation to start fixing what was wrong using other means. And as both of them drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, the two of them basked in each other's affection, held each other tight and whispered little promises to each other that they'd love each other always, be there always, never leave, no never. Bound by magic and with love, their marriage was stronger than ever.
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A/N: Cute ending, no? Madanach's going to make an awesome vampire lord, as you would expect from someone already skilled in Destruction and Illusion magic.
Next chapter, Sabrinda's plot arc gets wrapped up and then it's all back to Markarth to share the good news.
Re: Thicker Than Blood 12.11
Date: 2014-03-08 03:36 am (UTC)Re: Thicker Than Blood 12.11
Date: 2014-03-11 07:32 pm (UTC)I have no idea where the plot twists come from either, but I'm glad they do...
Re: Thicker Than Blood 12.11
Date: 2014-03-11 05:07 pm (UTC)Are we getting Sabrinda/Gelebor shipping??
ARE WE??????
Re: Thicker Than Blood 12.11
Date: 2014-03-11 07:09 pm (UTC)...maybe