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Ideals of Adventure (3/5)
Date: 2014-03-09 08:33 am (UTC)She almost swept him into a hug when she remembered his frail condition and instead wrapped an arm warmly around him. ‘Sujamma?’
He held out the jug for inspection. ‘Sujamma.’
They spent the afternoon carefully preparing their supper for the evening. Now that there were no dragons to slay or madmen that threatened Nirn, their days were relatively quiet. As they left the fondue to simmer, they curled beside one another near the fireplace and Karin assumed they would reminisce about times gone by, as they usually did. However, Erik was unusually sombre that day.
‘My love,’ he began, ‘what will you do when I am gone?’
Her brow furrowed and she spoke the words she always had done when he brought the subject up. ‘Let us not speak of such things.’
‘My love,’ he repeated, firmer. ‘Perhaps it is time we spoke of such things.’
Karin continued to frown and did not respond for several moments. ‘Erik, it is a cliché, but I do not believe I will love again.’ he was about to protest before she added, ‘not a single man in Tamriel can live up to the standard you have set.’
‘Oh, I’m sure some of them could.’ he replied with a rueful grin. ‘I remember the way you looked at Gelebor.’
Karin blushed furiously. ‘It was a simple curiosity, Erik! Who else can say they’ve seen a real Snow Elf?’
‘Well, you’ve seen lots of Nords, love. What’s your excuse for Brynjolf?’
Her expression became deadpan. ‘Brynjolf was incredibly attractive.’
They glared at one another for a moment, until they were unable to continue their serious charade and burst into boisterous laughter. Eventually, Erik devolved into a coughing fit and their humour died.
‘Gods, how I will miss you, my darling.’ Erik saw the way she now looked at him and he knew she was seeing with new eyes. Instead of looking at her husband and seeing only the memories of battling an entire band of forsworn or looting an old dwarven fortress, she now saw his greyed hair, his wrinkled features, his limping gait.
‘You’ll have to come and visit me in Sovngarde, love.’ Erik smiled weakly.
‘Bear in mind, time passes differently there than it does on this plane,’ Karin murmured, ‘you remember, a day to me in Sovngarde was a year on Nirn.’
‘And what a dreadful year it was…’ Erik mumbled.
An oppressive pall had begun to descend on the moment, and Karin was keen to avoid it. ‘Come, love, let us have some supper.’
Ideals of Adventure (4/5)
Date: 2014-03-09 08:35 am (UTC)********************************************************
The fondue was delicious, as was everything she always made. Yet another one of the great Dragonborn’s talents, Erik had always sighed to himself. After the meal, she helped him to into the bath and washed his matted hair and massaged his aching back while singing comforting songs, as she did every night. Consciously or not, she recognised he had become a delicate creature and this ritual always made him feel pathetic. Always lilting melodies such as Dusk on Anvil Harbour or Tears of the Hist as though she thought even the notion of something energetic might endanger his health.
‘Love,’ he interrupted her rendition of The Drums of Arkay, ‘could we sing something more… lively?’
Karin frowned momentarily, before a flash of inspiration sparked in her eyes. ‘Oh, there once was a hero named-‘
‘NO!’ Erik shrieked, before laughing himself into a coughing fit while Karin did the same. After he calmed, he relaxed into the tub and began to mumble in a poor sing-song voice. ‘Our hero, our hero, claims a warrior’s heart…’
Karin rolled her eyes, instead focusing on massaging the soap into his scalp. Erik used to sing it all the time in his youth, to tease her and her unwanted popularity.
Erik became louder in response. ‘I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes…’
Still no reaction.
‘With a Voice wielding power of the ancient Nord art!’ his tone grew louder with every word. Karin used a jug to pour water over his soapy hair, but he was not deterred.
‘Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes.’ he shouted without a hint of a tune, but laughter evident in his voice.
Karin sang the next line, ‘It’s an end to the evil,’ she poked Erik squarely in the chest, ‘of all Skyrim’s foes.’
Erik shakily moved to crouch in the bathtub, and the words were punctuated by the struggle to stand, still naked. ‘Beware, beware, the Dragonborn comes.’
Karin moved to get him a towel but he reached out and stopped her from turning away. His singing became much quieter. ‘For the darkness has passed, and the legend yet grows… you’ll know, you’ll know the Dragonborn’s come.’
Karin gave a small round of mocking applause, and in response Erik leaned forward and kissed her tenderly.
‘Let’s go to bed.’ she grinned.
With an affectionate wink, he replied, ‘I like the sound of that.’
The next morning Karin, woke languishing and bleary-eyed, stretching out and yawning. She rolled over and slung an arm around Erik, mildly surprised he did not stir.
‘Come on, lazy bones. I thought Nords were always up at the crack of dawn?’ she gave a gentle shake, and the beginnings of panic began to gnaw on the edge of her mind. ‘Erik?’ she called to him, abruptly sitting up and jostling him. His skin was cold to the touch.
‘Oh.’ she murmured, slowing her frantic attempts to wake a man that never would.
‘Oh.’ she repeated, the syllable being all she could manage in that moment.
‘Oh.’
Ideals of Adventure (5/5)
Date: 2014-03-09 08:36 am (UTC)As the wake progressed, Karin sat alone in the Frostfruit Inn, the same room they had met all those years ago. Over there, she had listened to him dream of caverns and ruins and treasure. And there, where she gave the money for Erik’s armour to his father. Just in the very next room, the place where they had been intimate together for the first time, and she panicked and left him. She left him. She had willingly given up valuable, precious time that she could have spent in the arms of the man she lost. Karin stared into her empty goblet of Firebrand Wine and considered ordering a fourth when she felt a presence to her side. It was Seanwen, and he seemed to be acting as discreetly as possible.
‘Mother, I bring urgent intelligence concerning the Thalmor.’
Karin pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed irritably. ‘Seanwen, I would prefer a few moments of peace-‘
‘Mother,’ he repeated more firmly, ‘I would not call it urgent if it was not urgent. Mounting evidence suggests the Aldmeri Dominion is preparing to launch a second invasion on the Empire soon. Full-scale, well-equipped.’
Abruptly, Karin’s determination to be self-pitying died. ‘The Empire isn’t suited to defend against a second war,’ she murmured, horrified, ‘it would be a massacre.’
‘Indeed.’ Seanwen muttered, matter-of-fact, ‘which is why you should come back with me, to Summerset Isle. We need to take the fight to the Thalmor, before they bring the fight here. If we could impede them for even a year, it would give the Empire time to prepare-’
Karin frowned. ‘This is all too idealistic, Seanwen. There is no possible way that two Altmer can be a match for the entire Aldmeri Dominion, even if just for a year.’
‘Maybe not,’ her son smirked, ‘but the Dragonborn and a double agent might.’ he saw the look of hesitation and concern on her face, and redoubled his effort to persuade her. ‘I hate to use this kind of manipulation, but isn’t this what father would want?’
‘You’re right,’ she grimaced, ‘it is manipulation.’
Seanwen pursed his lips and continued to stare at her, not impressed with her attempt at humour.
‘But you’re also right about what your father would want.’ she sighed, ‘when do we leave?’
‘Tomorrow at dawn, Laena and I will travel by carriage to Solitude, and from there we will sail to Alinor. You will accompany us.’
If Karin had lost the physical manifestation her reason to fight, she found it again in her son’s fiery eyes and her daughter’s kind heart. In her adopted children’s right to live free of persecution. In Erik’s ideals – freedom of worship, chivalry, right and wrong, and most importantly of all, adventure.
Re: Ideals of Adventure (5/5)
Date: 2014-03-17 05:25 am (UTC)Also I really appreciated the fact that in the part where you described the children's adult lives, you had one of the girls marrying another woman :)
A!A here
Date: 2014-03-18 06:09 pm (UTC)Re: Ideals of Adventure (5/5)
Date: 2014-09-16 11:58 am (UTC)Re: Ideals of Adventure (5/5)
Date: 2014-03-23 01:52 am (UTC)