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Green Eyed [1/?]
Date: 2014-04-29 12:50 pm (UTC)A twig snapped somewhere near Kerek and he put a hand on his war-hammer, ready to fight. He scanned the path leading up to him and even looked above where the outcropping of rock hung over the mine entrance. He sat still for a few more minutes and then put his weapon away, mumbling about a rabbit. But as he leaned back on to the wooden support beam, he saw it. A pair of impossibly large green eyes staring back at him. The little thing gasped and jumped up to run away, but Kerek was too fast for the breton. He grabbed her by the back of her robes, bloody things that were much too large for her and indicated she had pilfered them off of some dead mage, and lifted her from the ground.
She kicked backwards at him, just barely missing some vital components. "What are you, nine, ten?"
Kicking back at him some more, she mumbled, "Please put me down. I'm very sore."
Kerek chuckled. "And what, pray tell, would a nine year old be sore from?"
The breton blushed. "There was a dragon." She whispered, and Kerek raised his eyebrows. "It destroyed Helgen, and I almost died."
Kerek laughed, lifting her higher and hanging her from a nail he often used for lamps. "You expect me to believe that a dragon destroyed Helgen and I didn't hear a damn thing?"
She looked away from him, staring down at her feet in the too-big shoes. "It did happen." She insisted, and Kerek turned and looked at her, hard. Raising her head, she locked eyes with him and whispered, "I promise."
Kerek quickly looked away, his mind's gears turning. He could use her as a way to escape these bandits. "I could get in a lot of trouble for not letting the others know you're here." Behind him, the breton opened her mouth to respond, but he cut her off. "But again, you're pretty young."
"I'm 20." she interjected quietly.
Kerek shrugged. "I'm not for this whole raping and pillaging thing Morey's got going on. Think you could take care of him for me?" The breton shook her head, but didn't elaborate. "Well, why not? If you survived a dragon you could surely take care of a few bandits."
Swallowing, she shook her head again. "I don't know any magik." She said quietly.
Kerek stared. "You took down a dragon without any magik, or weapons?"
"No." She retorted, "I never said that. I said I survived."
"What's the difference?"
The breton looked up at him studiously. "Living."
After a moment or two, Kerek shrugged. "Then I guess I'll just have to tell Morey about you."
The breton's face flushed. "No, that's not- What I mean to say is- If you let me go I'll never come back."
Kerek lifted a hand and took her by her chin, golden eyes growing dark. "If I let you go, Morey'll have my hide." He let go of her chin and turned to look out at the barrows. "Not that I can't take care of myself. But he's always got 3 or 4 of those marauders with him. And, although no one bests an orc, 5 could."
The breton furrowed her brow, trying to think of a way out of her situation, but nothing was coming to her. Just when it was dawning on her that it was hopeless, Kerek took her off the nail and half threw her down the path. "Don't show your pretty face around here anymore." He mumbled, leaning his back on the post. Kerek watched disinterestedly as the breton stumbled to her feet and dusted herself off, her face looking curiously like she was blushing. "Let's just hope no one saw you here." She nodded and took off running.
Green Eyed [2/?]
Date: 2014-04-29 01:10 pm (UTC)It was an uneventful month for Kerek. Morey was still angry that he hadn't sucked up to him immediately after Jasim's imprisonment, so Kerek was still stuck on guard duty. The morning was cool, so there wasn't much to complain about, except the boredom, but if Kerek had been inside, he'd still be bored out of his mind. He was just thankful no one had seen or heard him talking to the breton girl a month prior, it made it easier for him to focus on how he'd slip away without anyone being the wiser. Except, he reasoned, I work guard duty and could just walk away without Morey finding out immediately.
Kerek stood and took a step forward, determined to just do it, damn the consequences. He had just got to the end of the path when he heard a scream. Kerek's hand flew to his war-hammer and he broke out into a run. Another scream, this time accompanied with a bear's roar. Faster. Harder. The screams and roars got closer and closer and then, there they were. A big, dark cave bear was standing on his hind legs, arms raised, over a figure on the ground. Her screams had ceased into little more than quiet whimpers and thick, dark life blood dripped from the bear's claws.
Moving forward in long purposeful strides, Kerek raised his war-hammer high and swung it down in a mighty arc, the flat face of the weapon hitting the bear's head solidly with a sickening crack. The bear fell and Kerek's head whipped over to where the woman lay, whimpering weakly. His blood ran cold when he realized it was the breton girl.
He tucked his war-hammer into it's holster and scooped the woman up into his arms. Whiterun was a fair distance away, and Kerek's restoration skill was shoddy to say the best, but he lit his hand with the spell and pressed it into the breton's chest. "What's your name?" he demanded, trying to focus her attention as he sprinted to Whiterun. Riverwood didn't have any great healers to speak of, and wouldn't be of much help. No, Kerek knew the girl's only hope was Whiterun's Temple of Kynareth.
She mumbled something about being cold into his bicep and he hugged her closer. "Your name, woman." He demanded again, lightly shaking her to keep her awake. She said something else but Kerek couldn't hear her, but he could see a guard and the front gates of whiterun looming ever closer.
The guard shouted something and took off running behind Kerek. At the gates, the guard caught up with Kerek, both of them panting heavily. "It was... A bear." he said between breaths, handing the breton to the guard, who seemed over-encumbered by the girl's weight.
"Sure it was, Orc." The guard grumbled, taking the breton into the city, leaving Kerek blinking at the large gate as it closed in his face. He huffed and threw himself down on the small step, his eyes slipping closed. Why had he even bothered? It wasn't like she was going to come running out in the morning and ecpress her undying gratitude to him.
Kerek stood, moving down the cobblestone road back towards his camp. He really ought to have been more faithful to his orsimer ways. Morey was a milk-drinker who hid behind three or four bodyguards at a time, but the nord was still his leader. And an orc didn't just run away because the man who was picked to lead was dishonorable. No, a real orc would have stood his ground and challenged the dishonorable, if he died, at least it was a good death. One that Malacath himself would be proud of.
As he approached the cave entrance, Kerek steeled himself. No one was outside, so that meant they probably hadn't noticed his disappearance. He rolled his shoulders and pushed open the makeshift doors to see a mess. Three or four men laid dead, but there was more blood around than what belonged to them. "Morey's looking for you." One of the nords growled out of the side of his mouth, "He's pretty pissed."
Green Eyed [3/?]
Date: 2014-05-02 12:31 pm (UTC)Kerek's blood ran hot. "I'm intimidating." He answered obediently.
Morey snapped his fingers. "That's right!" Standing, Morey turned and approached Kerek smoothly. "So tell me, when you're only good for standing guard and scaring off mercs what is so damn important that you leave and let three of them come in here and kill our men!"
Morey's eyes were becoming crazy, and Kerek looked away. "A young girl was being attacked by a bear," He explained. "I had to do something."
"It's none of your concern. You're only here for one thing."
"It was the same bear that killed three of our men last month!"
"Kerek-" Morey warned trying to interrupt the orc.
"No." Kerek took a step forward. "That bear killed three of our men last month and two more the month before. When were you planning on doing something about it?" Kerek took a moment to stare at Morey, waiting for an answer, but none came. "Never? You were just going to let him roam and kill every last one of our members? Where's the honor in that, Morey?!"
"You damn orcs and your honor." Morey muttered under his breath, but the large room made his words echo loudly.
"I'm challenging you for your position as chief." Kerek said calmly, though his blood was boiling and he could feel the rage in his eyes.
"I'm not accepting."
"Then I'll kill you."
Kerek roared and raised his war-hammer high above his head, but Morey threw a yellow spell at him, and he fell down on his face. Above him, Morey kicked his side, turning him over. "It's a shame you've forced my hand, Kerek." Motionless, Kerek stared at the ceiling, his roar stuck on his face. How long was this spell going to last? When had Morey had the time to learn how to use magik? "I was going to let you redeem yourself." Morey said calmly, withdrawing a dagger. "But I guess you're not interested." Morey moved so that Kerek could see him as he smiled. "This dagger is enchanted with fire damage, Kerek. Do you know what that means?" Morey paused, "That's right! It cauterizes as it cuts! You're so smart." Morey knelt down close to Kerek's face. "I really didn't want to kill you. Orcs have a certain... reputation around here, and you were doing a really good job keeping mercs and sell swords away from us." Morey pouted patronizingly and patted Kerek on the cheek. "Let's have a little fun before I kill you, mkay?" The smile on Morey's face was enough to make Kerek want to vomit. He felt the urge to heave rise from somewhere within him, but the paralysis spell kept it down.
Kerek could feel the dagger's heat as Morey pressed it against his skin. It burnt him as it moved, clipping bone and slicing the ball of his eye. Kerek wanted to scream, to beg for release, but couldn't. Suddenly, he saw her slinking around on the rafters, quiet as a skeever. He watched as she jumped. Just Morey lifted the dagger and placed it above Kerek's other eyebrow, she landed heavily on his back. The enchanted dagger went flying through the air as she pressed her crackling palm to Morey's throat. The nord convulsed for a moment, his hands moving to knock the breton off, and fell.
Distantly, Kerek felt something wet land on his cheek, the warmth of a restoration spell, and then... Nothing.
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Author's note: Hope this wasn't too gory for you. Ugh. It's difficult to write for other people, I don't want to squick anyone out. <3 Hope you're enjoying this, OP!
Green Eyed [4/?]
Date: 2014-05-02 07:45 pm (UTC)When he woke, Kerek didn't immediately remember what had happened. He was stiff and his face stung like a healing wound when he yawned. The room smelt of burning flesh and looking around he saw Morey's prized enchanted dagger laying in the shadows. Someone was sobbing and, upon closer inspection, Kerek saw the breton leaning on Morey's dead body and crying into her hands.
She started and stared at him for a long while, hiccuping before bursting into loud sobs again. "I didn't mean to kill him!" she wailed, burying her face in her hands once more. Kerek moved quickly to her side, noting the marks on the ground which indicated she had tried to drag Morey's body somewhere. "He was just doing those awful things to you! And I- I lost control!"
Kerek looked quickly over his shoulder. If she was this upset over killing one man, that meant she hadn't killed the others. He shushed her and awkwardly rubbed her back, not used to providing comfort.
"He was going to kill you because you saved my life!" She threw herself into Kerek's arms, who lifted his hands in a surrendering motion, staring down at the breton as if she had grown a second head.
"If you don't settle down," Kerek said as gently as he could, "we'll have to kill a whole lot more people." The breton stopped wailing immediately, clamping a hand over her mouth, but did nothing to stop the flow of tears.
Kerek began shaking from nerves and balled his fists as a way to contain it. The urge to comit rose in him again and he pushed it down. "What were you doing with Morey's body?"
The breton uncovered her mouth and moved a hand to the cloth on Kerek's upper arm. "I wanted to give him a proper burial." she whimpered, her nails digging into Kerek's skin. "But he's too heavy. I can't get him up to the hole where I came in." She pointed at a small opening near the ceiling of the cave. "Help me. Please?"
Kerek sighed heavily and rolled his shoulders, working out the kinks from Morey's Paralysis spell. "He won't fit." he explained, "It's a wonder you even fit through there.."
"But I have to-"
"No. You don't. You can just leave him here and escape. The bandits will do something with the body."
"No! I have to do it!"
Kerek turned and glared at the breton. "why are you so gods damned determined to do this?" He growled. "He doesn't deserve your sympathy."
The breton stared up at Kerek, her eyes red and wet from crying. "He doesn't deserve your hatred, either."
It was quiet for a moment, the other bandit's footsteps echoing through the cave. Kerek didn't know what she was thinking. Morey had tried to kill him after all, and if that didn't deserve hatred, what did? Finally, Kerek broke their gaze. "Okay, fine. Let me find a pickaxe."
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Kerek chopped away at the rocks, trying his best to balance on the rafter and work quickly. The breton squatted near him, kicking rocks to the floor and holding Morey's body still. Slowly, but surely, the hole became big enough for Kerek, which meant it would fit Morey, and definitely the girl.
"Okay, okay. Hand me Morey." Kerek said, setting aside his pickaxe. The breton did her best, but wasn't strong enough to drag the nord. Instead, she moved to the other side of him so that Kerek could get a hold of the body. Kerek rolled Morey's body through the tunnel, the breton following close behind.
Once outside, Kerek set to work putting together a make-shift pyre while the breton girl took Morey's belongings, leaving a single gold coin behind for his ferry into the land of the dead. Kerek pulled Morey's body onto the pyre and jumped down, standing next to the girl as she set fire to makeshift stand. "Feel better?" Kerek asked awkwardly.
The breton took hold of his hand and squeezed. "No."
Re: Green Eyed [4/?]
Date: 2014-05-06 06:37 am (UTC)However, One thing I would look out for I was you would be your timing/character placement. There seemed to be no real time for the Breton to be healed and the Kerek's argument didn't last that long. But those minor timing issues aside this is good :)
Green Eyed [5?]
Date: 2014-05-21 07:24 pm (UTC)Kerek tore his hand away from hers rather roughly. "I don't know. Go down to Falkreath. Maybe become a logger."
The breton furrowed her brow. "Please, come to Whiterun. I'm training under Farengar and after I've finished with what he can teach me, I'm going up to Winterhold. You should come with me."
Kerek pulled a face, taking a step back and distancing himself from her. What in Oblivion did she think she was pulling? “Is this your idea of a joke?” The girl opened her mouth to reply, but Kerek cut her off. “Because if it is, it’s not funny.” He could feel the rage bubbling beneath the surface of his skin. “There’re plenty of followers and sell-swords around here! If you thought you’d get a laugh at my expense think again!” Kerek turned, heading down the hill toward the cobblestone road, fuming, but stopped midway and ran back to the accumulated ashes at the girl’s feet. He made eye contact with her and kicked at and jumped around in them, making her know exactly how he felt about Morey. Finally, Kerek stopped, his heart beating hard in his chest and his lungs felt heavy and empty.
“Why do you-?”
Kerek ran back down the hill, grumbling. He heard her sob and he hesitated mid-step. Kerek whirled his head around and shouted, “That won’t work anymore!” his voice cracking on the last syllable. Red colour swirled in front of his vision as he stomped down the road. Eventually, he stopped to rest underneath a tree, knowing he had to calm down before reaching the city limits of Falkreath, as if someone would hire him like this.
Breathing heavily, Kerek let his eyes close. He had been planning to make his living as a logger for many years now, some little girl wasn’t going to get in the way. Kerek licked at his tusk for a moment, thinking hard. But why was he letting her affect him this much? She was just some breton... right?
Kerek stood, looking towards Falkreath, and then back to the bandit camp. No. He wasn’t going back. She could take care of herself. He started walking. “She survived a dragon attack, for Talos’ sake, she can handle herself.” But he stopped, the image of the bear and her blood dripping from its claws blocking out his vision. Kerek cursed under his breath and turned around, moving back to the bandit camp.
“How are you even standing?!” He growled, scooping up the Breton in his arms. He glanced down at her, scanning for signs of damage. “Those healers are good, but not that good!” Then he saw it, the dark spot on her robes that indicated she was bleeding. His voice turned gravelly, and he gripped her harder than he probably should have. “Are you absolutely insane?”
She winced and whimpered quietly. “It’s not as if I’m going to die. You’re overreacting. The healers taught me. It’s still weak but…” Her hand lit up with the warm yellow glow of a restoration spell, and she pressed her hand against the bloody spot. It faded until nothing was left. “You’re bleeding again too.” She whispered, placing the spell over his eye, her hand seemingly tiny compared to his head. She smiled, and Kerek finally fell.
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“The thing is, Kerek, if I could just get the legion and the Stormcloaks to sit down, without the Thalmor present, and listen to what I had to say, to what each other had to say, this whole war might be proven to be moot.”
“I don’t know, Ryla.” Kerek argued, huffing as he shifted the deer on his shoulders. “I know it’s been a few years, but you’re still pretty new to Skyrim, I mean, look. You haven’t even made it out of Whiterun yet.”
She stopped and looked back at him, her brow furrowed. “What’s your point? I’m as much a nord as any of these men.”
Kerek smiled, sizing her up. “Yeah, as much a nord, but twice as small.”
Ryla huffed. “But I’m dragonborn.” She whined. “It’s what’s in the soul that counts.”
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Author's note: Sorry guys, real life happened.
Green Eyed [6/?]
Date: 2014-06-14 07:25 am (UTC)Ryla started to walk again. “You can do anything if you put your mind to it.”
“Gag me.” Kerek whispered under his breath. “What you’re proposing is exactly what the legion doesn- What are you doing?”
Ryla had stopped dead in her tracks, staring into the distance. Kerek resituated the deer on his shoulders. “Ryla, seriously, what’re you-”
“Let me get on your shoulders.” She muttered, turning to him and pulling on his arms to get him down on one knee.
“No. We’re not doing this again.” Kerek grumbled, standing his ground.
“And why not?” Ryla asked, looking up at him with one hand over her eyes. “You were perfectly fine carrying that deer all the way to Whiterun, it must weigh twice as much as me.”
Kerek rolled his eyes, but dropped the deer, relenting to help Ryla onto his shoulders. Grunting, he struggled to stay standing as she wiggled on top of him. Suddenly, his trousers became tighter. Recently, he was having a bit of trouble with betraying his orsimer instincts, and Ryla, who didn’t know, wasn’t helping things. Pushing the feeling down, he said, “At least the deer doesn’t move around.”
“Shh.” She shushed, putting a hand over his mouth a little harder than necessary. “I need to listen.”
Kerek stood still, Ryla’s hand over his mouth, and tried to listen to what she was hearing, but nothing came. In his absence of thought, his trousers were loose once again. “Ryla,” he started, muffled by her hand. He needed to get out of this before bad turned to worse. “I don’t hear anything, maybe we should keep moving.”
Ryla jumped down from Kerek’s shoulders, her expression heavy. “I thought I heard…- Nevermind. It doesn’t matter. Let’s go, Kerek.”
Kerek’s brow furrowed and he picked the deer up, once more shrugging his shoulder and letting the deer rest firmly against his neck. “Think Lydia will be home by now?”
“I hope so.” Ryla said, “I was going to go up The Bannerd Mare tonight. Mikael’s expecting me.” Behind Ryla’s back, Kerek pulled a face. She dusted off her thighs and kept moving. “Lydia was supposed to pick up a dress for me from Solitude. Some slinky little thing that Taarie promises will make him fall head over heels for me.”
“Ever think he’s using you?” Kerek mumbled quietly, making Ryla stop again.
She was quiet for a moment, eyeing Kerek over her shoulder, before finally stating, “No, it hadn’t.”
“Just think about it, Ryla.” Kerek argued. “He was chasing after Carlotta like a wolf before you came along.”
Ryla’s face fell, “I don’t care. I think he’s changed, you should hear some of the things he tells me.” She turned and started on her way again, Kerek following close behind.
“He’s a bard.” Kerek said, heat rising to his face “It’s their job to flatter women.”
Ryla huffed, pushing her hair back over her ear with her entire palm before saying, “He doesn’t speak to any of the other women that way. Not even Carlotta. Ask Saadia!”
“That redguard would do anything for a few septims.” Kerek argued in a gruff voice. “She’d be easy to pay off.”
Ryla rolled her eyes and fell quiet. They moved a few hundred paces before she looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes wet and red. “I like you Kerek. You’re my friend. Please don’t be mad at me.”
Kerek opened and closed his mouth, looking a bit like a salmon gasping for breath for a moment. He wanted to be angry with her, he really did but Ryla always did leave a soft spot in his heart. “I’m not.” He finally answered, looking away from her. After a few more paces, Kerek took a deep breath and asked, “Exactly how slinky will this dress be?”
“Kerek!” Ryla hollered though her laughter as she broke into a sprint towards Whiterun.
“It’s a valid question!” Kerek yelled back at her, relieved that she was no longer angry with him.
Green Eyed [7/?]
Date: 2014-06-14 08:31 am (UTC)He sighed, kicking the innards into a shallow hole and covering them with dirt, before hoisting the deer into his arms once more. As he moved through the turns of the front gates, Kerek began to regret his decision to not follow Ryla closer. The guards often gave him shit when they thought Ryla wasn’t looking or listening in. And although Kerek knew he could have gutted some of them before they even knew what was happening, he tried to remind himself that he was trying to live a better life for Ryla, because she had some hero complex or something.
“Did Ryla come through here, yet?” Kerek tried to say friendly.
“No.” The guard was some thick man. Not muscular thick, fat thick. As if he had been the one stealing all the sweet rolls. “And you know how we feel about you in our city, Orc.”
Kerek swallowed the bile and anger rising in his throat, scratching the back of his head lightheartedly. “She started some idiotic race with me. I’d have figured she would have been back by now.” Why wasn’t this milk-drinker opening the gate?
The guard glanced up at something behind Kerek and Kerek turned to look, but saw nothing. Judging from the grunt in the back of his throat, the guard hadn’t either. “That doesn’t sound like Thane Ryla.” The guard spat, making Kerek grind his teeth together. None of them really knew her, and it drove him crazy. “I sure hope you didn’t betray her. And Whiterun in the process.” Kerek clicked his teeth together, a primal warning that the guard probably didn’t know anything about. The town guard was so obsessed with their thane being this pillar of purity and perfection. If they had heard some of the things she said about Farengar… Oh, if hed just get rid of those muttonchops! she’d gush, I’d be on him faster that icing melts on a sweetroll!
Fuming, Kerek opened him mouth to say something snarky in return, but with a holler and a hard thud, the very subject of discussion landed on his thick shoulders, causing the deer to tumble from his hands, it’s tongue falling from its mouth and the little blood it had left spilling onto the cobblestone and guard’s boots. Bending down, careful not to dump Ryla onto the hard ground, Kerek gathered the deer, pushing past the guard and opening the gates as Ryla shouted, “Onward, my noble steed!” and pressed kisses onto the top of his sweaty dreadlocks.
Blushing, but not admitting to it, Kerek moved to Breezehome, half pushing, half helping Ryla off of his shoulders before he hung the deer at the back of the house. “Kerek,” Ryla called, as she turned the front corner of the house, “make sure to cut a steak for Brenuin, too. Thanks~!!”
Grumbling to himself, Kerek cut the hide from the deer and then the proper bits of meat. Judging from Ryla’s animated chatter wafting from the second floor, Lydia was home, and she was more than pleased with the way the dress looked on her.
As she spoke, Kerek mouthed her words, shaking his head from side to side, mocking her. “I don’t want to walk the streets looking this way.” She complained, and Kerek heard the sharp intake of breath that indicated Lydia was about to say something. But Ryal cut her off, “Should I change at The Bannered Mare? I’m sure Saadia would let me change in her room. What do you think, Lydia?” Another intake of breath cut off. “Does it look dashing? Maybe I need a man’s perspective. Would you be a dear and send Kerek in? Then you could take a turn cutting the steaks. Brenuin likes his medium thick.” Kerek imagined the beam on her face. Rosy and healthy and impossible to say no to. Hurriedly, he wiped his hands in the grass, and turned just in time to see Lydia strolling around the corner.
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Author's note: I'm not exactly sure why the above part is all in italics. I'll look back over what I pasted here and see why. Sorry about that.
Green Eyed [7.5/?] [TAGS]
Date: 2014-06-14 09:44 am (UTC)Jealousy
Non-Con
Rough Sex
(Probably more to come.)
I hope you're enjoying this so far. Not my best. I know. My mother went to the emergency room a couple weeks ago with a kidney stone a little bigger than a .22 shell. She's been really needy while she stayed home and I couldn't get anything done on this. She went back to work yesterday and is recovering well.
Green Eyed [8/?]
Date: 2014-06-14 09:45 am (UTC)He offered a smile back, a small one. They were both proud of their individual races, and found it hard to tolerate the other purely for their race’s history, but they made an effort. “Oh, no.” Kerek said, and then lowered his voice to a whisper, “I’m into the men, you see.”
Lydia laughed and dug the dagger into the deer, “Ryla would like to see you. She wants a man’s opinion on the dress.”
“My opinion is that she needs to stay away from that Nord.” Kerek growled, low in his throat as he turned.
“Hn,” was the only syllable that Lydia offered, but Kerek knew she felt the same way about Mikael.
Going up the stairs, Kerek heard the crinkle of fabric being smoothed and wondered if Ryla was nervous because she was trying something new or because he was going to see her in some slinkly little dress. He came to the landing and the doors to her bedroom swung shut with a loud bang.
Kerek sighed and raised his hand to knock on the door, but Ryla’s voice came through the crack before he had time. “Stand near the chair over there and pretend you’re Mikael. I want to make an entrance.”
Kerek out a hand over her face and moved to the chair, throwing himself in it and not pretending he was Mikael. “I’m ready.” He called, looking at the door with intrest.
The doors swung open and there she was. Her bangs were swept up in a messy bun, revealing to him, in all its glory, her round face and bright green eyes. Her pink lips were parted in nervous anticipation and she stared at him expectantly. Her breasts, though small, were pushed upward and together to create the illusion of cleavage and the gold-green dress hugged her in all the right places.
She was curvy! Kerek thought incredulously, drinking in the sight as much as she allowed him to. She was curvy and gorgeous and…perfect and pure. And Kerek found himself suddenly standing over her, staring down at her beautiful face. He took a loose strand of hair and tucked it over her ear, smiling. “It’s beautiful.” He said quietly. “You’re beautiful.”
She giggled coquettishly and looked away, blushing. “Oh, Mikael.”
Kerek’s face fell. Mikael. She’d said… Mikael. He was silent for a long moment. That was right, wasn’t it? She had asked him to pose as Mikael, hadn’t she? He felt broken, his heart thudding hard in his chest, staring blankly ahead.
Distantly, he recognized what he was about to do. And he knew it was wrong. He knew Lydia was outside and would hear, and that he only had a short amount of time to do it.
The rage bubbled forth, unbridled. And he pushed Ryla into the room, softly at first, and then when she didn’t budge, a little harder. He closed the doors behind them and threw the dresser against them to buy him some more time.
Ryla stood at the corner of her bed, hands on her elbows. “You’re scaring me Kerek.” Kerek looked at her. Hard. Hungrily. She panted against the feeling of being prey and took another step back, but Kerek had already lunged, pressing his lips against hers. She cried out as his tusk caught the soft skin of her cheek. And pushed her hand between them, trying to pry him off of her. He inhaled her scent, coaxing her to the floor and pushing the dress up to her hips.
He freed his member from its confines and pressed it hard against her covered privates as he pulled at the cloth covering her breasts. He palmed on of them, tearing away her under garments with the other hand. Breaking the kiss, Kerek pushed inside of her. She tightened around him and he almost came there, but restrained himself by taking one of her nipples into his mouth. He suckled on it, and then nibbled on it with his sharp teeth, rotating between the two. Pulling away from her breast with a wet pop he pressed his lips to her ear, whispering, “If you’d just relax you’d enjoy it a lot more.”
Green Eyed [9/?]
Date: 2014-06-14 03:26 pm (UTC)Ryla stood, straightening her dress and covering the parts he had ripped in his frenzy. She trembled, her lower region still dripping with his essence. A guard pounded on the doors to her room and, shakily, she moved to scoot the dresser out of the way. The doors flew open, Lydia and three guards standing and looking at her. Ryla looked back. How was she supposed to behave in a situation like this? She turned her head and glanced at Kerek who was still struggling to remove himself from behind the chest and clutter. She looked at Lydia, who moved to her side and wrapped an arm around her. Ryla watched as the guards moved to Kerek, who, spent from his violent actions and the beserker’s rage, let the guards take him without complaint. She whimpered again and fell into Lydia’s embrace.
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The following days, Ryla tried to behave as if everything was normal. She went to Farengar’s lessons at 9, still musing over his mutton chops, even as he apologized profusely for not teaching her more defensive spells. And, “Was it terrible? I heard orcs are quite big... Down. There. Are you all right do you need a healer?” She’d nodded and shook her head at the appropriate questions before dismissing herself and heading to the Bannered Mare.
Mikael showed disinterest in her, instead focusing his songs on a pretty redguard who had showed up in town recently. She was crushed to find that he had changed a few words of the songs he sang to herself for the new girl. But, Ryla took the bribe, promising not to say anything. She spent most of her time huddled in the children’s bed where her alchemy table used to be.
Lydia opened the door slowly, peering in and looking at Ryla for a long while. “Uhm, my thane?” Ryla sat up at looked at Lydia, her eyes quiet. “He has, uhm... Kerek,” Lydia flinched at the word, but Ryla only sat up straighter, hope filling her. “Wanted to see you. In the dungeons.”
Ryla nodded and stood quickly. Moving through the house and putting on her mages robes. “Lydia.” She said finally, at the front door.
From above, Lydia replied, “Yes, my thane?”
“When I’m done talking to Kerek I’m going to go to Winterhold. Okay?” Lydia was next to her in a heartbeat, concern washing over her usually expressionless face. “Alone. I need the time to clear my head.”
“I’m not so sure that’s the brightest idea. Remember the priestess wanted you to stick around to see if you were...” Lydia paused, her eyes searching Ryla’s for help. “With child.”
Ryla laughed, surprising Lydia. “I’m not with child, Lydia.” She explained. “I can feel it. We who use magik are very in tune with our spirits.”
Lydia gave her a look. “I’m your housecarl, Ryla.” She explained. “And I’ll do whatever you want me to. But Winterhold is a long way up there. I’d hate for you to get hurt...” Lydia paused, looking away, seemingly interested in a blue bowl.
“Again.” Ryla finished for her. “In the same way that Kerek hurt me.”
“Yes.” Lydia tucked her own braid behind her ear, resisting the urge to yell at Ryla.
Ryla stared at her for a long moment. How could she tell Lydia that this man, this orc who had defiled her, had a pure heart? How could she tell Lydia that she had forgiven him? Almost instantaneously. How could tell Lydia that if he had just been... a little less rough, that she would have enjoyed herself very much? She opened her mouth and then closed it.
“I’ll be fine.” She whispered, closing the distance between them and leaning her forehead on Lydia’s shoulder. “I promise. I’ll hire someone or make a few friends along the way.”
Lydia looked down at the top of Ryla’s head and wrapped her arms around her. “Why don’t you want me to come with you?”
Green Eyed [10/?]
Date: 2014-06-15 04:43 am (UTC)Lydia stared at Ryla, her mouth agape. In reply, Ryla smiled sheepishly. “You’re welcome to the master bedroom.” She tried to appease her, “And Kerek can have yours. I’m going to the college, I believe I’ll be there for quite some time.”
Lydia finally closed her mouth with an exhale, and Ryla could see that she was furious. Quickly, Ryla threw her pack over her shoulder and ran through the door. “I’ll write!” She called.
The walk to the dungeon took longer than it should have. A multitude of people had stopped her to talk about how well she was getting over it, that she looked healthy but should probably heed Danica’s advice about the potential of carrying a child. Ryla sighed with every question and mention of her health. The man had had sex with her, he didn’t try to murder her. And, if anything, she had dealt him more damage than he had dealt her.
Approaching the door to the dungeon, Ryla welled up a few tears. If she could get the guard’s sympathy, maybe she could talk to Kerek alone. She opened the door and both guards turned to look at her. “Are you lost?” One of them asked with a heavy accent.
She shook her head, letting a few tears drip down her cheeks. “No. I... I just wanted to look Kerek in the eye.” The first guard nudged the second and they stood, leaving the building.
Wiping the fake tears, Ryla moved into the back room, heading to Kerek’s cell. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered as she came into view. “I’m so, so sorry. I snapped. I didn’t mean to- I should have been- I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that.”
Ryla nodded, lighting her hand aglow with a restoration spell and reaching within the cell to heal the split skin on his nose. Kerek sighed, “Your spell feels so good, Danica’s hurts.”
“She has ill intent.” Ryla explained, moving down to the dark bruise on his collar bone.
“I’m sorry.” Kerek said again, shame flooding his features. “I’ve had...” Kerek paused, pulling a face. “feelings for you ever since that day we burnt Morey. They’ve only gotten stronger, and I... You called me Mikael. I wasn’t saying that as Mikael! I was saying it as me!”
Ryla hushed him, moving to another small wound on his chest. “Don’t beat yourself up so much.” She whispered. “If... If I had seen Mikael for what he really was...” She trailed off, looking up to meet Kerek’s gaze. “Things would have been different.”
Kerek quickly looked away. “I wanted so much of you. And I wanted you all to myself. It wouldn’t have- You wouldn’t have been happy.”
Ryla smiled at him. “You never know.” They were quiet for a long moment, the silence deafening. “It wasn’t as bad as so many people think!” She burst, her sudden words echoing off the walls.
Kerek looked at her, his thick eyebrows knitting together between his eyes. “Wh... What?”
Ryla had her fist to her lips, her eyes squeezed shut in unmistakable regret. But she opened her mouth, saying, “I think... I might’ve enjoyed it.” She confessed shakily. “I mean. I didn’t. You were too big and you didn’t quite fit…” Ryla paused, her words catching in her throat. Swallowing, she finally looked up at him. His gold eyes peered into her green orbs, hope over flowing the figurative bucket. Ryla sighed, defeated. “You’re quite attractive, Kerek.” She confessed again. “And kind, which is something that Skyrim lacks, I’ve noticed.” Kerek nodded speechless. “I’m beginning to… have feelings for you.” She looked up at him, trying hard not to smile and seem very serious.
Kerek reached through the bars, a giant hand resting against her cheek. She pressed her face into his palm, warm and earthy smelling. “I love you.” He said quietly. And the words seemed so natural, spilling from his lips. So honest.
Green Eyed [11/?]
Date: 2014-06-19 04:05 am (UTC)Kerek watched as she left, and then dug his thick fingers into his hair. Throwing himself into the small pile of hay on the floor. He’d get a job. He decided right then and there. He’d get a job, and he’d save enough to go to Winterhold, and then… And then what?
Wiping at his eyes, he heard the guards come in and stop at his cell. “Did she give you what you deserve?” The first one asked, his voice full of malice and hatred.
Kerek turned, looking at them solemly. “No.” He said, his voice echoing off of the quiet stone walls. “She gave me something better than I deserve.”
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Winterhold was colder than Kerek thought possible. Shivering, he stepped into the tavern, and warmed himself by the fire. Turning to look at the innkeeper, he asked for a bottle of mead. The nord stared at him for a moment, mead in hand, hesitant. Kerek fought the urge to growl, instead holding out a small bag of septims and saying, “I’m good for it.”
The nord held out the mead, and Kerek fished out the payment, taking a deep breath and exhaling it slowly. “Do you know a woman by the name of Ryla?” he asked, handing over the few septims.
The nord looked down at the septims and then back up at Kerek, “Aye that we do. We all do. We are in a great deal of debt to her.”
Kerek looked up, surprise unbridled on his features. “What for?” He asked. “Last I knew she just wanted to study at the college.”
“Initially, that was all she wanted.” He explained. “But then that... that Thalmor agent released these... things. They were like nothing we had ever seen. We lost quite a few people.”
Kerek took a gulp of his mead. “She invited me up here years ago.” Kerek said quietly. I just now saved enough.
The innkeeper made a noise in the back of his throat. “The college is much more open to visitors now-a-days. If you can prove you’re not there to cause any trouble.”
Kerek pulled a face, remembering the trouble he had already caused. Shaking his head free of the memory, he rolled his shoulders and eyes the door. “Awfully cold out there.” He muttered.
“Always is.”
They were silent a moment, both basking in the warmth of the fire. A man was drinking mead in a dark corner, and another poked his head out of the back room, where thick coloured smoke was wafting out of. There were people here. Kerek realized. Real people with real personalities. And Ryla belonged here. And Kerek seriously wondered if she would have ever made it out of Whiterun if it weren’t for his lack of control. He turned suddenly and thrust a small bag of coin in the man’s hands. “Keep it.” Kerek called over his shoulder as he pushed open the door, letting snow flow over the threshold, only to melt moments later.
The bridge to the college seemed precarious, and Kerek regarded it with caution, but tried to remember the letters Lydia had received detailing battles against dragons and riding horses across the bridge at full speed. Ryla had been amazed by this place. She really, truly fit in.
Kerek hesitated. Would it be right to see her now, years and years after he had effectively ruined her life? He shook his head free of the oppressive thoughts. “She invited me here.” He muttered to himself, taking a few steps forward and then quickly crossing the bridge before he could lose his courage.
The gates swung open in front of him, the small pool of deep blue water lighting up and sending a beam into the sky. He stood for a moment, awkwardly looking around before putting a hand over his face. What had he been thinking? Would these people really help out a person who didn’t know a thing but necessary restoration magik?
From somewhere to his right a soft voice called, “Can I help you?”
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Date: 2014-08-07 07:29 pm (UTC)Green Eyed [12/12] END
Date: 2014-06-30 04:32 am (UTC)He nodded emptily, not understanding a word she was saying. “I’m looking for a Breton woman.” He said finally, and the dunmer laughed.
“Most women here are Bretons.” She explained. “What’s her name?”
“Ryla.” Kerek said quietly, the feeling of her name in his mouth strange after all these years.
The dunmer’s face fell. “Then, are you him? Are you Kerek?” Kerek shrugged, he didn’t know what Ryla had said about him while here, but didn’t want to be under fire, perhaps literally. “We’ve heard so much about you! I’ll bet she’s in the Hall of the Elements. Come, I’ll show you the way.”
Kerek felt like a stranger. Which he was, but it wasn’t like in Whiterun where he was just another guy making a living. He knew absolutely nothing about these people or what drove them to wake every morning.
The dunmer pushed open a tall set of double doors, interrupting what seemed to be a lecture. The mages in the room turned to look at him and Kerek felt half his size. “Hello.” He said meekly, his voice echoing around the room making him feel ashamed. Clearing his throat he asked, “Is Ryla here?”
The woman near the front of the crowd finally turned, her ice spell dwindling in her lack of concentration. “Kerek?” She asked and her voice also echoed. “Are you really here? There’s so much to show you!” She took a few hurried steps towards him, then turned back to face the crowd, her light blue robes twirling with her speed. “Lecture dismissed. Meet here at the same time tomorrow if you’re still interested.”
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It was nice to catch up with Ryla. Kerek told her all about how he had worked for Belethor and Adrianne. How he had tried to work for Arcadia, but his hands were too large to handle some of the ingredients. Ryla’s laugh was music to his ears. Her smile made him smile.
“What about you?” Kerek asked, awkwardly motioning towards her over their tankards of mead. “How did you become Arch-Mage?”
Ryla shrugged, a blush creeping over her cheeks. “It was all accidental, I assure you. Things just…” She hesitated, her eyes drifting away from him and her face falling. “Fell apart.”
Tentatively, Kerek reached across the table, her hand disappearing underneath his. “I think it’s wonderful.” The words that came from his mouth didn’t seem to belong there. Kerek couldn’t help but think that someon eelse should have been saying them, his voice was all wrong, too gruff.
Ryla looked up at him, her eyes solemn. “Kerek,” she started her voice quiet. “I’m so sorry.”
Kerek scoffed before she could finish. Ryla was apologizing? It was he who should be apologizing, not her. How much had he screwed her life up? How much damage had he done? He opened his mouth to express his thoughts, but Ryla silenced him.
“You took too long. I... I found, someone else.”
Kerek looked at her, his heart breaking. Distantly, he felt humor bubbling up from the deep dredges of his gut. This tiny little Breton had broken his heart too many times to count. “We’re quite happy. His name is Enthir, he’s a bosmer and works at the college. We... We have a daughter.” Ironically, Kerek smiled. That old saying, that nobody bests an orc? Well, the dragonborn could, and she didn’t even have to brandish her blade…
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Author's Note: This isn't a very good ending, and this isn't my best work, and I'm sorry OP. I will try to do better in the future. Posting fills while they're still in progress isn't going to be something I can do anymore. It messes up the flow. Thank you guys for reading, though. :)
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Date: 2014-07-07 07:28 pm (UTC)Green Eyed [7.5/?] [TAGS] A!A:EDITS
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