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Maybe One Day [Future!Sieralon/Cirion]
Twenty long years of service in this wretched province before Sieralon could finally bring his family to Alinor where they belonged. He’d set foot on his homeland and vowed never to leave it again—and, for ten glorious years, he’d had his wish.
Now things were starting to sour for the Thalmor here, forcing the Altmer to leave his home and family behind to help clean up the mess. Thus, stiff-backed and wary of every traveler on the road, the Thalmor agent trudged an all-too-familiar road to an all-too-familiar backwater, ready to meet the small quad he’d been assigned to help clear out a nest of heretics.
When he spotted the stranger approaching he didn’t think much of it; a fellow Altmer, granted, but he’d been in a hurry and didn’t have time to chat. Only when he heard his name did Sier stiffen, taking a closer look at the mer with a sinking feeling.
He’d recognize the other anywhere; scabbed-over memories, some feeling more like a vivid fever-dream than real, started to surface, causing Sier to pale slightly. He—possibly both of them—had been so different then… To cover his thoughts, the mer gave a formal half-bow.
"Cirion," he intoned. "A surprise to see you, after all this time."
A surprise indeed, he thought and nodded weakly. "I suspected you had left Skyrim by now," he said, desperately trying to buy himself some more time to think and sort out his emotions.
What he didn't tell Sier was that he hadn't expected to see him alive, not considering how turbulent things had been before they parted ways. He didn't say anything about the guilt he felt for not writing to him.
Cirion cleared his throat, bringing the train of thoughts to a halt for a moment, "Can I ask what you are doing out here?" the mer managed and quirked his brows a little. He was no fool, he knew very well what Sier's robes meant, but it didn't hurt to ask an old friend.
Maybe One Day [Sieralon/Cirion]
Cirion didn't particularly enjoy the marsh and he certainly wasn't looking forward to seeing Morthal again, but it was where he had been hired to go. Some noble woman's necklace, one that had been given to her by her grandmother, had been stolen and Cirion had been hired to retrieve it. Oh, the things he would do just to get paid.
It was when he spotted a figure further down the road that he started to actually pay attention to his surroundings. The Altmer pulled the hood on his cloak down from his head and kept his eyes fixed on the steadily approaching figure, and as they got closer he began to take note of their features; what they were wearing, their posture and stance, and of course if they were carrying any weapons.
Then he focused on their face and he froze. He knew this mer, but he had never though he would see him again.
"Sieralon?"
He scolded himself as soon as the name left his mouth, a wave of emotions washing over him much harder than he had ever imagined and he came to a halt. He was happy to see the other Altmer alive, but he felt shameful and guilty as well. His expression mellowed somewhat as he let out a muffled sigh, eying the mer in front of him over.
Camping in the woods [Sarsa/Cirion]
"It’s nice to hear someone so polite for a change. It doesn’t seem to be a strong point for the citizens of Skyrim. I was hunting the usual, deer, Elk, rabbit, maybe the occasional bear I come across." She replied obviously enjoying the warmth the fire was giving off.
"May I ask what you’re doing all the way out here?" She inquired. (( hey thanks so much. Do you have any idea how you would do that on the mobile app?))
A faint smile found its way to his face as he thought back to the first hunting trip he had gone on with his brothers. "While I am no hunter, I would say you are a bit.. empty handed," Cirion whetted his lips and furrowed his brows. His thoughts were interrupted by her question and he quirked his brows slightly, then shrugged. "I am on my way back to Whiterun to retrieve my payment," he explained briefly.
((Sadly, I do not. I have the same problem myself. I can reblog as text if I use the web browser instead, like Chrome or Safari. Somewhere at the bottom of the page there should be a button called 'Standard view', or something like that, and it will make tumblr look like it does on your computer. This is the only method I know of, and it's not exactly a simple one :/))
Camping in the woods [Sarsa/Cirion]
Sarsa smiled happily and sat down beside the stranger.
"My name is Sarsa. It's nice to see a friendly face," she says while warming her hands by the fire. She turns to look at the Altmer before speaking again. " I'm not really just wandering around anyway. I'm actually hunting. Trying to make some coin you know. " she says gesturing to the bow strapped to her back.
"Pleasure to meet you, Sarsa," Cirion said with a smile, and he offered her a weak nod of acknowledgement as she continued to talk. His gaze had drifted back to the fire, but he still paid attention to what she said.
"What are you hunting?" the Altmer turned his head towards her again, "if you don't mind me asking."
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Camping In The Woods[Sarsa/Cirion]
Sarsa hesitated for a moment before stepping out of the shadows. The bosmer shivered slightly as the wind cut through her leather armor.
"Hello," she said running a hand through her hair nervously. "By the eight it's cold out here. I saw your fire and was wondering if you'd be willing to share some warmth?"
He eyed her over quickly before he lightly nodded his head lightly, "Of course," he uncrossed his legs, propped his hands against the bedroll and scooted towards one side of it to make room for her as well.
One moment he stared into the fire, and the next his attention had returned to the Bosmer. "You really shouldn't be wandering the woods alone at night," he told her, his voice calm and slightly hushed.
The Altmer whetted his lips and cleared his throat before he turned his head to look at her again. "My name is Cirion... What should I call you?"
Camping In The Woods[Open RP]
Camping out in the wilds had never been one of Cirion's favorite pastime activities, but it was necessary once in a while. The wind whistled through the treetops and was just cold enough to make the Altmer wish he had brought extra clothes.
He scooted closer to the fire and pulled his legs up close to his chest, letting his arms rest atop his knees and warming his hands on the fire. It was then he heard the approaching footsteps, and he turned his head in the direction of the sound.
"Who goes there?" he asked aloud, slowly letting his gaze pan across the nearest landscape.
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#005 A Lot can Happen in Thirty Years
After he lost contact with Sieralon, things seemed to go downhill for Cirion. While deep in his studies and research he received a letter of inheritance from the Jarl of Whiterun, telling him his adoptive parents had passed away and left the house, most of their possessions and a large amount of gold to him.
He sent letters to his brothers and requested the three of them met in their childhood home to sort things out. Neither Gunnar or Bjorn wanted the house, so they left that to Cirion, but they divided the material goods and the money.
Now that he had a house on his own, Cirion chose to move his research from the College and settled in Whiterun.
#004 Unsent Letters
During the long periods of time when Cirion did not, or could not, see Sieralon, he would write letters. However, he never got to send any of them. It was always the same stupid excuses. Maybe he's too busy to read them. Maybe they will get lost on the way. Maybe the courier got killed and the letters never made it to him. And of course the main reason; he wasn't entirely sure where to send them. Eventually, however, he stopped writing them. He had given up hope on hearing from Sier again.
Needless to say, he wrote quite a lot of letters, and he has kept every single one of them.
Flames Ignited, Brightly Burning (Cirion/Sier RP)
Sier did as he was told, smile never leaving his face. His own flame cloak spell sputtered and writhed, but he was able to surround himself with flames that did not want to consume everything they touched for the first time—at least for a second or two. He dispelled the flames before he lost control of them, feeling the uncomfortable heat he was starting to recognize as a failed spell.
Cirion kept up his charged spell for a while longer before he too dispelled it to move closer to Sier again. "You're getting there," he smiled and placed a caring hand on the mer's shoulder. "You've tried two times, and you've already improved," the mage added, his smile widening.
"I'm not sure if it will help you, but it helps me..." he sucked in a breath and chewed on his lower lip a little while searching for the correct words. "When I first learned this spell I pictured the flames as someone I care about, like... a friend you haven't seen in a long time. Made me relax more, because it was when I tensed up and was afraid to fail the spell would blow up in my face."
Flames Ignited, Brightly Burning (Cirion/Sier RP)
Sier nodded before wrapping his arms around the mer, giving a brief hug. “You’re more talented than any mer I’ve ever met,” he offered before parting. “…but yes, we probably should continue. Can’t master a spell by talking about it, right?”
He grinned and conjured his own fire, prepared to listen to whatever instruction his love gave him.
Cirion leaned into the hug he was offered, and wrapped his arms around Sier as well; though careful to keep his flame covered hands away from his back.
The mage took a step away from Sier before he charged the spell himself, the blue flaming orb hovering between his palms. "Let's try with both hands this time, and remember," he looked over at Sier as he brought both his hands closer to his chest. "Keep your hands close to yourself," he added, completing his sentence with a crooked smile.
Flames Ignited, Brightly Burning (Cirion/Sier RP)
”Wow. I had no idea such a thing was possible!” he exclaimed. “I don’t think even Aldari could do that. Was it hard to learn?” He was obviously getting distracted, completely forgetting his flame cloak spell in favor of this new thing. “You must be very talented.”
He smiled warmly at Sier's excitement, letting out a soft chuckle. "Maybe Aldari just.. hasn't tried it before," he shrugged and paused, "It took some getting used to, but then again, I had a wonderful teacher." The young mage didn't believe he had any special talents, everything he knew was things he'd learned and mastered over time, surely anyone could do that. His gaze fell at the mer's compliment however, and a light blush found its way to his cheeks. "I.. I wouldn't call it talented, but thank you," he mumbled, still wearing a weak smile.
After a brief moment or two he cleared his throat and drew the flames to his hands again. "Perhaps we should continue..?" he hinted with slightly raised eyebrows.
