bakerstreet | Love on an Adventure

LOVE ON AN ADVENTURE meme

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.

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Even though I used a fantasy picture, don't feel constrained! In Harry Potter, they have to find a wand, in Supernatural, the Colt, in Avatar, they have to fight the Fire Lord, etc.
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Garyn knows all too well the incredible joys of having a Daedra's favor. He'd be keen to move on, too.

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?"

Admittedly, Mora isn't the first Daedric Prince to take an interest in him, but his interest is far more unsettling than that of Meridia or Azura.

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."

"So many of them seem to vanish without a trace," Garyn says. "The Hero of Kvatch. The Eternal Champion of Uriel Septim. Wulfharth Ash-King. And I think I've heard a hundred different tales in a hundred different ports of Cyrus's last adventure."

He gazes still more deeply into the flames.

"No one knows where they go. Or how long we get after it's finished."

He nods, taking the point. The stories of the Hero of Kvatch and Eternal Champion's stories are still fairly well-known ones in Cyrodiil - even if time and the loss of a great many records over the intervening years have left the exact details... muddy, at best.

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."

"This could be our last night, for all we know," Garyn says.

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?"

It could indeed, which was a sobering thought-

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.

"Well, I'm not one to lose my balance."

Slowly, he begins to lean forward.

Oh. Well then.

"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.

His lips linger for a long time, almost too long; a kiss from a man who hasn't kissed anyone in two hundred years and needs desperately to remember what it is like. He begins slowly, cautiously, building speed from long-dormant passion with each moment.

His hand creeps down from Vanyel's shoulder, moving ever downward, his fingers searching and grasping.

Vanyel, for his part, is content for the moment to let Garyn set the pace. He's ever been one to savor moments like this, when he can; that this might be their last night alive just gives him one more reason to.

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.

The ears...the hands, the face, the chest, it scarcely matters. To be touched anywhere after so long alone fills Garyn with such emotion, such want as he has never felt in his entire life. He is a mer possessed by desire now,the surge within him so strong that he can scarcely control his own body. Exploration gives way to furious pulling and unfastening, almost pawing like a hungry nix hound; he's waited too long already.

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.

The surge of passion draws a soft sound from Vanyel -a huff that might be the beginnings of a laugh at the sheer suddenness of it- but he follows suit, hands tugging at clasps and popping buttons. It hasn't been nearly as long for him as it has for Garyn, of course, but it has been long enough that he's just as eager for this.

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.

Love on an Adventure

This one was just down to a long-ass period of shit times.

Yikes >.> wb, though

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My spottiness is certainly a thing.

So is mine, apparently >.>

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