Blood Is Thicker Than Water [[AU: Faeron and Estormo]]
ϟ I wonder when did my luck turn so sour. As he wondered, he enjoyed the cool air and peace, he closed his eyes for a moment as he felt the cold wind on his face. He was used to it now, well, especially after Northwatch Keep, that place was just way too cold. He wondered for a moment how did he even survive; the soldiers there never cared if it was too chilly for the prisoners. His fingers clenched for a moment as he stared at other Thalmor guards who looked at the two of them, surprised - it wasn’t news what happened to Estormo and it wasn’t news to anyone either what the other mer’s job was. How infuriating. “So”, he broke the silence finally, “do you have a family back in Alinor?”
He definitely wanted to change the subject, mainly in head, he didn’t want to think what transpired between him and Faeron before, he wanted to… talk about something else. Estormo though still didn’t look at the younger mer. His eyes scanned the snow in the courtyard as if he was looking for something.
Faeron ignored the stares of the two other elven guards, pretending he did not feel their gazes resting at his back as he walked. He was taller then most, the only one in the Embassy that was of a greater stature then him was General Elahriel, who was overgrown even by High Elf standards. Greenish eyes flickered over to the other, older male before he shook his head. The only family that was worth calling his own was the one he had forged with Celria and her family and even then he was a bit of an outsider.
“Not particularly.” He said with a soft coolness, ore distant and aloof than angry and petulant. “Unless you count a drunkard mother and several cutthroat cousins.” And wouldn’t he rather not talk about that rabble right now.















