#morrowsword

     clawed fingers reach to lift the helmet from the floor of the dusty crypt, fitting it back on her head just as her expression begins to melt into a sneer.

    ❛ you think you’re obligated to know me? ❜     it comes out more venomous than she intended; this affliction was always an exceedingly sore spot of hers, not that she’d expect him to know as much. 

it’s upsetting-- being told she’s to blame for this. as if she had to tell him, or anyone else. val bristles, and she doesn’t want anything to do with this attempt at an apology. 

If looks could kill, the Nord would fall dead on the spot. Sadly for Erik -and luckily for the man- it couldn’t. He poured more alcohol in his cup and drank it all in one shot, grimacing a bit at Teldryn’s anger. Sure, he knew he shouldn’t have blown up like that, but still. He couldn’t stop himself, especially given how positively the Dunmer responded to the other man’s advances.

   “ Good, as always. Saving the world. You know how it goes. ” The dryness to her tone suggests she’s joking, but there’s an undeniable edge of exasperation there, too. After all, is she wrong, really? 

Upon realizing she hasn’t set Teldryn down yet, she does so, and clasps his shoulders with a wide and ever-contagious grin. She could regale Teldryn with stories of daedra and aedra and cheese-wheels, but instead opts for a cheerful; “ I missed you. How’s the merc work? ”

Scooping up the tiny fluff ball he had dropped into her lap, the mage lifted the kitten gently.

Deserving.  Who was to say what was deserved and what wasn’t?  What one thought a suitable action or punishment could be beyond irrational in the eyes of another.  For two eras the dunmer had been plagued by the question.  Did they deserve it?

Sendrul nodded, watery crimson eyes meeting his fellow dunmer’s.  Teeth clenched, jaw tightening, he fought the urge to grab at the chipped gem affixed to a silver chain hanging loosely about his neck.  Hands shifted, fingers stretching out to grab at the air at his sides, but he refused to let arms lift.  It was there.  It was still there.  He hadn’t lost him again.

“I wouldn’t dream of harming someone who didn’t deserve it, serjo.” Words came softly from barely parted lips.  Though welled tears threatened to spill, he didn’t dare turn his gaze.  “Never.”

     His reaction is instantaneous; when the Dunmer's boot makes contact with him, he jolts into wakefulness with a snarl. First instinct has him reaching for his dagger-- but he comes up short with a faint rattling of chains. Up to this point, he’d simply been feigning unconsciousness with the intent of lashing out at whoever had taken him, a deadly light in his eyes. Fury gives way to confusion the moment he tugs again, greeted with a rattle and resistance against his movement. A glance, spared over his shoulder, confirms that he’s been chained to the floor. Great.

     Pushing himself up to a full sitting position, he shakes his head in order to clear some of the ever-present static. Their captors had taken his weapons, but it seemed as if they’d not taken the Key from him. He could use it to make his escape, provided he could reach.

     His gaze slips sideways to Teldryn, and he gives the elf a quick once-over look.

Erik was leaning against the wall of the tomb, watching absent-mindedly the reddish sky, his lungs filling with ash with each breath he took. Morrowind was a strange country for sure, but an interesting one. He already liked it, although he, as usual, thought it was nowhere near Valenwood’s beauty.

His friend had asked him to wait outside, and so he obeyed. He thought he needed to have some time alone with his mother. However, he’d been there for a long while by now, and Erik was starting to get worried. Teldryn didn’t seem to be the type to pray for hours for gods. He decided to give him five more minutes.

Ten minutes later, he pushed the door carefully and closed it behind him. He felt a bit awkward, as if he had broken something sacred. He hesitated before approaching Teldryn and put his hand on his shoulder, gripping it affectionately.