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bakerstreet2015-10-11 05:33 pm
ladys_night) wrote in bakerstreet2015-10-11 05:33 pm
Love on an Adventure
 Lucky you. For a while, you get to eschew a normal life and see life past your door; you're going on a quest! It could be for personal reasons, for fun, for profit, or to save the world as you know it. In all likelihood, it's the latter, given the natural order of things, but hopefully it's not. Whatever the case may be, you won't be going it alone, however. Whether it's just you and a partner or a true fellowship, you've got people to back you up. You may not all start out as the best of friends, that's true - still, the fires of potential life or death scenarios or the threat of losing your booty draw you closer together, and a friendship forms. With one member of your party, more than friendship grows between you. But wait, you have to defeat the dark lord, find the oldest wand, fight evil by moonlight, create a giant robot, or any other number of tasks. There's no time for this sort of nonsense! Actually, you may push them away because of the mission or due to past wounds that tie into said mission. Maybe, though, you can steal moments to get closer, let a romance blossom...or more. HOW to PLAY
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He's drawn out of his thoughts when Storn turns his attention from Garyn to Vanyel himself. "Be cautious, Dragonborn. There is something else at work here."
Well, it's a damn sight better than being told he may or may doom them all.
Vanyel nods his thanks, then glances over at Garyn. "The stones first, I think - then we can use whatever time that buys us to find more information on these Black Books." And he does remember how Garyn reacted to Neloth before.
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He turns to Storn.
"Would we be welcome to eat and rest among the Skaal? We've traveled far today."
Thought I replied to this back in August but apparently DW ate the tag?! Still up for continuing?
Still, he's not so tired that he won't take the chance to satisfy at least some of his curiosity when the opportunity is practically handed to him.
His eyes are drawn to Garyn periodically, though he does his best not to stare outright, and once he's put away enough stew to silence his grumbling stomach, he finally breaks the silence. "So, what brought you to Solstheim in the first place?"
Sorry for the delay - had to get a new computer, things were up in the air. Definitely would.
When the question comes, he's expecting it.
"That's a little hard for me to answer," he says. "To tell you the truth, I'm not entirely sure myself. Work, I suppose."
It's true enough, anyway.
No worries; computer trouble is what kept me from checking on it any sooner myself. >.>
"Oh? What sort of work?" And then, belatedly, "Ah- I suppose I should apologize for pulling you away from it regardless..."
Garyn may have freely offered his aid earlier, but he was hardly obligated to stick around now - especially since they'd gotten a taste of how dangerous things could get.
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"If you were looking for difficult, dangerous work with no promise of success or reward, I suppose you did," he agrees wryly. But behind the jest there's a certain bone-deep weariness that isn't all to do with what's happened today.
A great deal of it has to do with the fact that it never seems to end - he defeated the vampire lord Harkon, slew the World-Eater, stopped a civil war almost single-handedly, and just when he thought he could finally rest... there's this.
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His lip curls upward, trying and mostly failing to smile. The same weariness lies behind his voice, plus a couple centuries.
"Besides, there are more important things at work here."
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He's struck more by the weariness behind the words than the words themselves, anyhow. He doesn't read too much into it - Dunmer do live far longer than humans. If anything it just makes him revise his mental estimate of Garyn's age, putting it closer to Erandur's.
"There certainly are." There's a moment where he drops his gaze, staring into the fire and worrying his lower lip. Then his eyes dart back up to meet Garyn's.
"The black book," he says, and it's a bit of an abrupt subject change, but Garyn doesn't seem to want to talk about himself so why not, "What do you make of it? I can tell you right now it's not an artifact of the dragon cult."
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He turns his gaze toward the fire.
"And I know of one Daedric Prince with a particular interest in books."
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Staring, and trying not to remember- the dawning horror as he realized the leather binding of the book they'd unearthed wasn't leather, but skin, turning back in time to see Septimus fall down dead, his body turning to dust. The realization that the Prince to whom Septimus had devoted his life and sanity and his very soul had done that, without a shred of hesitation or remorse.
The deep-seated feeling of being unclean that had settled into Vanyel's very bones when that creature -he shies from the word, even in his thoughts- had claimed him, declaring that Vanyel would sooner or later come to him willingly, seeking his knowledge-
Without even thinking about it, he raises a hand to his amulet, rolling the well-worn beads between his fingers. It helps, a little.
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Garyn's eyes meet his. It's a knowing gaze - the look of someone who knows exactly what another person is going through. Gods know, Garyn kept having nightmares about Ilunibi long after Dagoth Ur was defeated.
Without realizing it, his hand is sliding closer to Vanyel's.
"It's alright. You won't be alone this time."
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It takes another moment or two, but he does manage to push the memories to the back of his mind, enough to focus on the here and now.
Some of the tension he's been carrying eases when the look in Garyn's eyes registers, and after just a moment's hesitation, he rests his hand atop the one sliding toward him. "Thank you," he says softly. "I appreciate that."
This one was just down to a long-ass period of shit times.
His eyes turn to Vanyel's amulet. For that matter, it had been a long time since he'd had that Aedroth's favor. Probably too long. Out of practice, surely.
No, of course not. Keep talking, why don't you?
"Last time I was here I heard a story," he says. "An old one, of the Skaal. A young hero left the village to bring back the gifts of the All-Maker. He fought off the evil spirits who stole them and then he went home. The story ends. Not even the Shaman had another word to say about his life."
He turns to look at the fire before facing Vanyel again, with a knowing expression on his face.
"What does the brave young hero do after the great adventure is over?"
Yikes >.> wb, though
So he's more than willing to set that subject aside for the moment - especially given that the new one apparently involves old Skaal stories. He listens raptly as Garyn speaks, and at the ending can't quite help a wry smile.
"I imagine it usually involves finding a spouse and settling down, maybe becoming a merchant or innkeeper for something to do."
His eyes drift back to the fire and his fingers find the beads of his amulet again. "I don't suppose I'll find out myself until the adventure finally ends."
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He gazes still more deeply into the flames.
"No one knows where they go. Or how long we get after it's finished."
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What the Champion did after defeating Jagar Tharn, or the Hero did once the Oblivion Crisis was over? They don't even have the bare bones of those stories.
"I suppose finding out will be something of an adventure in its own right - provided we live that long."
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A long pause, as he slowly pries his eyes away from the fire.
"What do you suppose the songs and stories would make of that?"
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Then came that question, and it was his turn for a long, thoughtful pause.
"In a certain subgenre, this would be the point where the heroes fall into each others arms just in case they never get another chance." He offers, his tone slightly wry.
My spottiness is certainly a thing.
Slowly, he begins to lean forward.
So is mine, apparently >.>
"Neither am I," Vanyel replies with a ghost of a grin. Then he leans in to meet Garyn, one hand coming up to cup his cheek as their lips meet.
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His hand creeps down from Vanyel's shoulder, moving ever downward, his fingers searching and grasping.
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So calloused fingers map the curve of a bearded jaw as they kiss, and brush the tip of a pointed ear as he moves to run a hand through Garyn's hair. (He's heard about the supposed sensitivity of mer ears, but hasn't taken enough mer lovers to know if there's any truth in the supposition, or if it's something invented wholecloth by romance novelists.)
He presses into Garyn's hand as it trails down, easily able to feel the heat of it through his shirt (armor having already been removed and set aside for the evening). His other hand trails down Garyn's body in turn, caressing as much as seeking out buttons or other fastenings with which to start peeling Garyn's clothes off.
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Somehow his left hand finds its way to the front of Vanyel's pants. His touch is firm and strong, moving downward to clear this unnecessary obstruction.
Now that power and internet are back...
He presses into Garyn's hand as it moves downward and reaches down himself, unbuckling his own belt to offer Garyn easier access before both hands start to work on Garyn's belt.