One Fine Show Pony

The name's Pegasai. Fancy a ride? (( Bosmeri Skyrim OC. Part of the Bordello. NSFW, mod is 18+ Sidebar Icon provided by the lovely daisyloveletters ))

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Ah, touchy subject, wasn’t it? “Well, I’m sure you’ll find something in due time, we all do. I turned to cooking after serving as a bodyguard, perhaps you might pick something up as time rolls by.” Encouragement, it was nice, but not something that could get him out of his thralldom. Still, he couldn’t complain about the company, it was a minute return to normalcy.

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“And if not, there’s always other places I could go.” Pegasai had tried new starts, before. In the end, they didn’t last. “I’m sorry I didn’t warn you that services were ending but...I wasn’t sure where to send a letter.”

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Jean-Pierre smiled, and somewhere deep inside of him wanted to reach out and touch him. He kept his hands where they were, however, “I’m sure you’re very talented, you’ll find work yet. Why, you could even be a muse to a painter or a singer, you’ve certainly inspired me in many ways when we met.”

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“Oh, no, I haven’t--” Pegasai floundered. He knew what a ‘muse’ was. It usually amounted to a kept pet. He’d tried that before. People always got bored with you, or held something over you. He still smiled, anyway. “I, I don’t think so.”

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“Ah, I see,” he smiled all the same, charming and sweet, as though nothing had changed. “You’re thinking of switching careers then? Can’t say I’m a little disappointed, but that would be utterly selfish, wouldn’t it?”

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He was being nice about it. That was good. Somehow, though, that made him want to please the man more. “I, I don’t know yet. I don’t know where else I’d be needed.”

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Oh no. Oh no, old feelings had flared up within Jean-Pierre. And though he fought the urge to express his memories and beg for Pegasai to save him, Jean-Pierre could not will himself to make the demand. So, instead, he smiled, sweetly.

“Ah, Pegasai, wasn’t it? I didn’t see you where we last met,” Please help me! “I had thought you gone off someplace else.” I’m not who you think I am, I need a healer! A priest! Someone! Anyone!

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Pegasai smiled back, with no way to know of Jean’s inner turmoil. This was one of the customers who had never been cruel to him. He’d even felt a little sorry for Jean, much of the time.

“The, um, bordello is turning over a new leaf! I’m still not sure what to do, there.” The bosmer is still wary to keep some distance between them. Jean had been impossible to contact, and so he wouldn’t know that Pegasai wasn’t allowed to sell his services anymore. He didn’t want the man to be upset.

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“Oh, that’s no good at all…”

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Is that... “...Jean?”

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Near Heart's Day has always been the busiest...are we not going to...?

[auvana]

No, don’t talk to me like that, please. I did mean it. I was angry. I was angry because she didn’t understand, and because I had been working on that for so long, and because she had the audacity to confront me as if… as if she understood. I wouldn’t hit any of you, that’s a promise. You’ve done nothing wrong. 

I accept whatever consequences come to me because of this. You shouldn’t excuse my actions.

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[Pegasai nods, he smiles, he does his best to be insignificant and inoffensive.] I'm sure Sontaire will help. She always does.

[auvana]

No, Pegasai, please, I would never hit any of you, I’m sorry, I… I’m going to bring up with incident with Sontaire. I’m sure I’ll get quite an earful from her. [She’s clearly upset with herself, at this point.]

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I know. I know, it's okay. [Everyone does one of two things after they've hit someone; they apologize or they threaten. Pegasai just wants to keep himself safe.] You wouldn't. You didn't mean it.

[auvana]

Pegasai, I’m sorry. I lost my temper, I… that woman doesn’t understand. I didn’t mean to scare you.

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[Pegasai reverts to his cowering, pleasing demeanor, hoping to placate.] It's...I understand. It's alright. I won't tell.

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...She hit her. Sontaire never let...she wouldn't let anyone hit us. Would she?

[alefortheafflicted]

I know the way well enough, I think.

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[Sadly.] Oh. [Then, summoning up his enthusiasm.] I hope you find who you're looking for!

[alefortheafflicted]

Right. Thank you for letting me know.

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Do you need help getting there?

[alefortheafflicted]

The Bord— [He practically chokes.]

Ah, no. I’m just looking for a bed— er, a place to sleep…

By myself, I mean.

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You'd need to go to the Bee and Barb, then. I don't think the High Hand is going to be ready for visitors for a month.

[alefortheafflicted]

Sorry?

[Gods, who is he talking to? A merchant? A beggar?] That’s… fine. I just need to get to the inn. I apologize if I’m in a bit of a foul mood.

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Oh, are you here for...to help with turning the bordello into an inn?

Or...are you just looking for the Bee and Barb?

[alefortheafflicted]

I doubt it, thank you. 

[The old man rests a hand comfortably on his coinpurse, not bothering to mask the suspicion in his voice.] Is there something I can help you with?

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[Pegasai frowns. The man thinks he's a thief.] No, no. I'll go. I'm sorry.

[alefortheafflicted]

I’ll take your word for it.

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[He's not certain the man wants him around, but he can try one more time.] I could...help you find this person that you're, er, looking for?

[alefortheafflicted]

I seem what? Tall? Old? 

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You are much taller than me.