Male Drow (Dark Elf Vevmis) x Human! Female Reader Part 3
Warnings for mild language. Vevmis is not so good when it comes to other humans.
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Warning: mild language and threats
The Underestimated Part 3
The spiders dangled around the size of hounds in his dreams, watching with their many eyes in the void of their home.
Their home - his once - had been for his brothers, the blade for the morning shadow, he had fought with him for carnage, but now he was a traitor, stood beneath them with their fangs sharpened.
He was supposed to be here in the afterlife - or what was an afterlife in the eyes of his kind - yet Vevmis knew it as one, purple light softly glowing through the cave as whatever lurked grew close.
His sister was there, his mother too, all in shapes of spides, and the people he had known his long life too, some in the forms of arachnids and driders; some who had judged and betrayed him just as much as he had too.
His family and his blade stood before him in a circle, blades sharpened with the crimson crescent in the hilt. He had on their armour in shame and now dwelled where the light races did.
They did not speak to another nor to him, but the judgement was clear in their eyes at the way they looked down upon him. He was never like one of them; their black sclera and red eyes were one of the main reasons in contrast.
He was just surviving, surviving for all his life with the people who he didn't even feel pride for. His blood - informers to one another - were no different from him.
Before him, the circle tightened, and he stood in their trial, awaiting their verdict. The ground dampened like water soaking through the soils, Vevmis could feel the black water seep into his bare skin, the ground shaking with every step of something.
Before him, the drider goddess stood in all her grandeur, the Mother herself of destruction and the presage of chaos, she crawled her way through to stand before him, eyes glowing with rubies attached above her many eyes.
"They speak of your verdict, Vevmis, son of Orgolldiirn. Your fate has been already sealed."
He had awoken to pain in his stomach and rainwater dripping in his eyes, he had scrambled and crawled away to hide and throw everything up in his stomach into the dirt; nothing but clear bile being there but the pain had disappeared.
His skin was raw and senseless, the cold of the outside was something he would be used to, but he and his companion had run out of coin easily and meant it was more difficult to find places above inns to stay in.
His obsidian skin was sweating as he fanned himself, coming back to the area they had been sleeping in, the fires numbingly bitter now that they were dimmed out.
From this angle, Vevmis could see you, sleeping soundly with no noise coming from you. He was lucky he had been trained in the art of stealth and you hadn't been awoken to him throwing up everywhere.
No, he didn't want to seem weak in front of you, that had happened already, and never again.
He had been exposed back then, and he didn't like that one bit, and Vevmis was always for himself and no-one else.
He ran his shaking hands through his silver tresses, wet from droplets but not enough to soak him to the bone. His dreams were vivid, and although elves of both dark and light in counterpart didn't exactly sleep the same way as humans did, he was certain that what he had had was more of a nightmare.
He couldn't stir away from the feeling of being watched, even now when he closed his eyes. It felt everyone was to be against him more so than they already were.
And now, he wasn't alone, he couldn't just run away and not think of it, he was with another mind and body, someone who thought just as much for survival as he did.
Vevmis watched you more and more, watching the way your chest rose and fell with each breath you took; tenderly reminding him of what it felt like to be at peace with oneself.
He was seemingly fascinated by your wit and ways of surviving - although, he had been better - and never once did he think that someone like you could make him feel weak.
It was better than a feeling of being weak in front of an enemy. Vevmis had thought so when he had met you when you had saved him and took him into an odd place and part of a land that wouldn't accept him.
He was certain you were insane, but he knew that something about you was not drawing him away, but closer.
He admired you, he admitted to himself, and although he was familiar with the females of his kind, he had certainly not been familiar with humans before.
He had been told since a youngling by crone mothers and high priests of how bad humans were up top, how wild and animalistic they were, unaware of their presence's, he had been taught as a soldier, as a warrior, to kill and not question anything around him.
You stirred momentarily in your sleep, lying facing him and with such a peaceful look on your face. He had seen that face look at him with disgust, then tolerance, then... could it be understanding?
He poked at the fires once more, heat coming to life as he watched the flames. Tomorrow they would keep onwards until they would be near to your settlement, and after months of being on the run, travelling and hiding, living in not knowing they would make another day, you would be home, but Vevmis wouldn't.
He told himself to go back to sleep, crawling closer to you and stroking a stray lock behind your ear. He relaxed at your heat, warmer and in many ways, warmer in regards others unlike himself.
Had his sister seen him now, she would've killed him for acting so soft.
But she was dead, and he wasn't. And now he could close his eyes, getting comfortable as he pulled you taut to his chest, enjoying how it felt to be in another's arms and be wanted. He kissed at your hairline one final time before a euphoric state overtook him.
Yes, he could slacken, and dream of anything but blackness.
You had been roused before he had, the rays of sunshine mixed with the muskiness of the rain had brought you to open your eyes, taking in your lighter surroundings.
Vevmis was asleep as usual, curled around you as you laid with your back pressed into him. You were careful to untangle yourself from him, slowly getting up and readying the horses you had stolen a few moons ago.
You needed food, and the nearest inn had been full of humans, but you were in hopes of hiding Vevmis in with a disguise.
Speaking of the dark elf, the two of you hadn't spoken of what had happened the time at the inn, and from the memories, you had of it, the areas he had his hands, it was all so much to not ignore.
There was a fire that hadn't been there before that had been kindled now within your core, and you were unsure (perhaps even terrified) to speak with Vevmis about it.
He spoke so lewd that day like he had ownership of you more than like a slave like you were his.
A coarse cough brought you to turn around to see said dark elf undressing right in front of you, with already unbuttoning his tunic to reveal his muscled torso to you.
You were very clearly aware of what was going on, but your eyes quickly averted to not look his way.
"Do I need to question why you're stripping?" You blurted, shielding your eyes elsewhere.
"There is a creak not too far from here, I'm sure you would prefer me not smelling like horse dung and more so like wildflowers." The dark elf grinned, his teeth stark white in comparison to his beautiful obsidian skin.
"Yes, the creak is not far, but I'm sure no trappers would want to see a dark elf roaming around nude in the early hours of the day!"
Vevmis rolled his eyes, "Let them gawk, there's nothing to hide, you've seen it all pet."
You were next to roll your eyes, an apparent shade of a deep blush reddening on your cheeks. "Yes–n-no– that's beside the point! Cover up!"
Vevmis flexed deliberately your way, making you to fully turn away from him when you heard the sound of buckles being unfastened and the sound of trousers being taken off.
"Vevmis, go now before someone sees you... or us." You directed.
You were alarmed at the feeling of two arms snake around your waist, being pulled flush into the broad and bare chest of the drow. "But I enjoy you being in my arms." He purred in your ear.
This is how it went, he flirted and flirted and nothing else would come of it, and it was deeply frustrating you more and more. It was if he was trying to get a reaction out of you.
Your head whipped back to face him. "I want you to go."
He gawked you when you turned back to him, lavender eyes blown completely wide for you to see how big his pupils were. Just him staring back at you was too intense.
You had to take a cautious step back from him, wary of what he would do next. "Okay pet, for your sake." He settled, moving past you to get down to where the creak was, leaving you to yourself.
You had to pull your eyes away when you looked down to see his bare behind.
You waited for his return and when he did come back was when the two of you set off. It was a bumpy ride at first, with nothing but one saddle and you riding and Vevmis close into your backside for the journey.
You were sure you would get saddle sore after a couple of minutes, the wind blowing and dancing around you, picking up strays of your messy hair and blowing it around you.
"You're slowing down. Must we take a rest or are you deciding on dropping us in a human territory again?" Vevmis questioned from closely in your ear.
"You know it will be bad for us if we do. But it seems it is the best thing to do. We have hardly any money to afford for a bed let alone money for food, we'll starve by tomorrow."
Some silence settled upon the two of you as you rode. You considered it would be good to not hear from the dark elf, but as the trees widened and something came into view, did Vevmis speak up once more.
"Up there." He pointed with his right, catching your eye to the first thing of smoke, lots of it swelling and coming out in large amounts. You saw a cot on the top of a morose hill, with small lands full of sheep and goats, a land full of flat grass and pale clouds in the sky.
"Think we could get somewhere to stay there?" You doubted first, manoeuvring the horse to go up the hill. The road was rough and bumpy but it managed to get you to the back of the cot, small yet homely.
You stationed yourself not too far to the doors, shielding Vevmis away from anyone who could come out and walk outside. "You stay here, don't create any noise."
"And what about you? You're practically trespassing." The dark elf scoffed, throwing over his hood to over part of his silver locks.
"Rich coming from you, Vevmis, but I think it would be best hearing from a human than an elf. Especially of one who hails from the Underdark."
"I won't be too long, the barn is somewhere I can get you to stay whilst I gather some food and then we'll be gone by the morrow."
"You're gonna kill them?" He grinned toothily, glimpsing towards the entry. "Or are they going to kill us in our sleep?"
"We'll have to see, the point is that you need to keep your mouth shut if you want to keep your tongue." You retorted.
Vevmis clicked his tongue. "Or my head."
You sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose. "I know what I'm doing-" You would've continued had you felt something press into the back of your neck, something cold and sharp made your words halt in your throat.
"Give me one bloody good reason why I don't slit your throat right now?" A rough voice came from behind you, one that sounded so dangerously close to your ear, it made your mind go through a fight or flight response.
You were pressed into the back of someone's chest, the blade being moved from behind to the base of your jugular, your eyes landing on Vevmis as he had already grabbed a weapon, eyes narrowed into slits.
"What you doing travelling with a drow? A devil below grounds?" The disembodied voice gruffly spoke, pulling you back with a harsher grip.
The tense atmosphere was interrupted by another voice coming
"Wren! What in the name of the seven are you doing?"
"Get back inside, right now, Raelle!"
You had turned your head to get a glimpse of the female not too far from you, a young woman of maybe twenty-and-two, with eyes as green as moss and hair faded than rusted copper.
"We're looking for somewhere to stay, we mean no harm." Your voice came out rougher than expected, aware of the very knife very close to cutting you open.
Your eyes darted to your right, glaring. "Vevmis put the knife down." Said dark elf already had a dirk in hand, glowering menacingly from his spot on the saddle.
"Like hell, and what will the drow do? Skin me alive?" The voice of Wren argued.
"Like skinning a hare, it'll be that easy." Countered Vevmis with a cold stare.
This isn't helping our situation. You thought, the blade sticking deeper into your neck until you were certain it would break the skin.
"Let her go, Wren." Came the red-haired female, glancing nervously back and forth between the three of you.
Time passed with a great time, but you felt the grip on you loosen, finally, the blade was moving away from your throat and you were shoved back to your horse, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder from behind.
You knew it was Vevmis, his voice softly asking if you were okay. The last thing you wanted was to say you weren't and watch the massacre unfold. It was easier to lie.
"Thank you... I appreciate your mercy." You spoke up to the two, looking over to them. Wren was similar in looks to Raelle, the same copper hair colour but was shorter and his eyes were the colour of jade.
Both of them had pale skin and freckles on their face and arms, but Raelle seemed to have more. You quickly knew they must've been related.
"My brother is most rowdy when it comes to... visitors. Please, you must be tired and of the need for rest. You are most welcome to stay the night."
"Raelle," Wren warned with a hot temper. You caught glimpse of the kitchen knife in his grip.
"It would be more appreciative if offered. My friend and I have been travelling for many days, and require medicine." You spoke up, ignoring the way your stomach fluttered when you glanced back to Vevmis - who already had his eyes on you.
"We have medicine here! We were just preparing for supper, you are welcome to join us, we have quite the lot to share." Raelle smiled a broad grin, a shy girl that tried to keep the peace in comparison to her brother.
Wren was the opposite and frowned more than smiled, and all for the right reasons, but didn't say much afterwards.
The meal was awkward when it was time to eat, and you did feel bad for the siblings, for you were certain the very sight of seeing you and Vevmis scarfing down the food around you make you look like starved beasts.
But the food was unbelievable. Roasted mutton, winter squash and pigeon pie, with a selection of hard and soft cheeses and biscuits, dried and fresh fruit that varied in colours and sizes. You were astonished to find so much food for the winter when food was scarce.
Vevmis was consuming food as his life depended on it, juices from the mutton trickling down his chin but he paid no mind to wipe it off. Raelle gave a nervous giggle at the sight, watching the way the two of you hoarded the food on your plates.
Vevmis eyed the suspicious colourful fruit beside the cheese board, and when Raelle gave him an eager smile of encouragement, holding it up. "Here, try some! The dried apricot is delicious!"
Vevmis eyed the fruit as if it was poisoned, "I have never had... fruit before."
"Just as I suspected." Commented sourly by Wren, who was sat opposite you had barely touched his food. Vevmis watched as you took a piece of an apricot, the drow following as his face scrunched at the taste.
You were aware of the tension in the air of their home, but you played the fool, smiling gullibly to Raelle's harsh nudge to get him to hold his tongue.
"Where were you two travelling to?" Raelle asked after the passing of time simmered.
"My village. It's a few days away, but we have been most unfortunate of the raids. Vevmis and I met on... odd arrangements." You began, meeting eyes with the drow as you quickly looked back to Raelle.
"Wow, I have never met a drow before." Raelle marvelled, eyes gleaming with wonder as she stared at Vevmis. "Do you all live in darkness?"
"With spiders big as cats, they crave for blood." Vevmis chewed on some bread as he spoke nonchalantly. It made you wonder was he putting an awkward effect on him to make him seem more like a savage or did he lack in social skills.
He has been able to speak with me, maybe it is just men who are the awkward one? You thought, ignoring the way Raelle nervously giggled. "Do tell me," She directed her question back to you, "have you seen them? The drow?"
A cough was caught in the back of your throat, and you would've smacked some sense into the girl for coming out with such questions in front of a drow, but you quietly directed the subject to be on something else.
"I have seen orcs. Now, they're certainly something."
"My brother is wanting to marry me off to the neighbour, a brute of an orc but he has good ties to people elsewhere. He is rather tall too." She rambled.
"I fucking hate orcs." Vevmis growled low in his throat, "They're messy, in fights and hygiene."
"I'm most surprised to hear that," smirked Wren, holding his glass, "I thought your kind would be similar, existing in squab."
You don't know who went first to lunge, but you didn't expect Vevmis to practically crawl his way over to your side of the table, the small table knife in hand, holding it threateningly to Wren's throat.
"Say that again, boy, and I'll gut you like a fish."
"Wren!" Yelled Raelle.
"Vevmis, drop him. Fuck sake, lower the knife." You hissed, gripping at the same arm holding the knife in Vevmis' grip. The drow looked back on you, his gaze softening, before he reluctantly loosened his hold, finally moving away to stand from the table and storm out.
You three sat in your chair,s no-one daring to speak nor move. "Excuse me, I must go to collect him." You apologised, throwing your napkin to the floor as you hurried out after the dark elf.
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That could've gone better. You thought, the candlelight dimly failing to stay alight. Raelle had given you the barn to rest in for the night, but it wasn't exactly good for keeping the cold out; creeping inside where the flames keeping you warm were dying out.
You gazed out from the small cracked window, watching with no knowing what could be out there. It was dark so how could you see? You could only hope you would be able to get some sleep, even if it was for a few hours.
You had to gather Vevmis and persuade him to stay for a few more hours, promising him that you would leave straight before the sun rose. He was stubborn but he was able to listen.
Speaking of the dark elf, he was sat piled high around him with hay, sharpening his dagger with a stone that he found from outside, his words of 'using it on the pale boy in the morning'. You wanted to take his words as a joke.
"You know, glaring over there won't help our situation. We can barely go a few days without causing an uproar." You sighed.
Vevmis wasn't listening to your words, more so interested in his blade, which he didn't stop sharpening, the clicks of the metal causing something to irk inside your mind, something uncomfortable settling.
"Are you going to listen to me? I think it's sharp enough."
Still, he ignored you. You huffed, standing from your spot and marching your way to him. "Vevmis-"
"They want me dead." Were his words, a mere whisper.
You blinked back at his words, taken back as if you received a hard slap to the side of your face. "What? They might want you dead if you threaten them."
"I see them. My family, they're disappointed in me. They wish for my eventual demise." He confessed. "I won't be able to protect you."
You shuffled until you were sat next to him. "What do you mean? Where did you see them?"
"Why does it matter?" He scoffed. "I'll be dead either way. Killed by the humans up top or by my kind."
You listened carefully to his words, you could hear the pain in his words; he wanted to live. "You can't let their words harm you. You just have to live your life?"
Vevmis turned his head back to you as if contemplating but he seemed amused by something. "Your human life expectancy can't even compare in years to a drow's life. Yet, you all find soft wisdom in everything you see." A hand found itself pulling a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Why?"
You didn't think you would be getting so dreary with Vevmis, talking about life with him and your tragic mortality. "It's what we have to do. Look at the bright side of life. It's our greatest misfortune, but we learn."
Vevmis scoffed at your words. "You sound like a human I knew once. A clergy."
You smiled. "You just have to live Vevmis. Live like every day is your last."
He scooted closer to you until you could smell the pine and firewood on his clothing, his breath on you keeping your neck warm. "How should I do so?"
You bit the inside of your cheek, searching for something in his eyes, and in this light, the lavender mixed with something you thought you had never seen before. They were mixed with a wine-red.
You were certain the words you were wanting to use were what he was looking for. "I think you know."
He captured your lips with his own, drowning you in his life, the life you didn' t know he had lived. He was everything, a flickering flame, a bloomed poisonous flower, he was the risk you wanted to take. A leap off the cliff and out into the undiscovered.
He kissed you and kissed you more, and nothing needed to be said between the two of you. It was lust, just peace that the two of you needed after so long. Two people who never knew would understand each other, finally coming to elongated peace.