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[brothersofthedominion]

Lunch Time Quibbles- Terandil/Aldaril/Icarus

“By Auri-El, are you eating that whole damned plate?!”

“What?” Icarus eyed his brother in between the gulps of milk, “Like you wouldn’t eat a horse yourself, you colossal oaf!”

His jaw hung loose. Aldaril could easily admit that his appetite could empty a house rather fast, but that was expected, he was over seven foot and built like a shit brick house.

The fact that his midget scrawny brother had doubled what he had on his own plate? Definitely wasn’t expected. At all.

... Gods, he had already shoveled at least a good third of the plate of meats already down. “For the love of--- At least taste the food, brother!”

“Dun’ eden bodur.” The justiciar responded disgracefully, mouth full of meat, “Foo’ here ain’ god no tase.” The mer swallowed heavily. “Like you would expect some barbaric humans to actually know what good food taste like!”

Aldaril let out a long irritated sigh, “I have to disagree. The horker stew I think is to die for.” Aldaril took in a spoonful, grinning as he let the taste melt into his mouth, “And besides, if it were an Altmer in the kitchen prepping the same stuff exactly how it is right now, I’m sure you would be fawning all over it, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh please,” Icarus stuffed a rabbit leg into his mouth, “You know as well as I d’ wha’ Al’meri cuisine is lige, an’ I cou’ dell you righ’ now dis is definadely naw id.”

Aldaril, stared deadpan at his brother, “Brother, at least try the Horker stew.”

Icarus frowned, “Why would I do that?”

“Just do it.” “Not a chance.” “Icarus. Try it.”

“Brother--” “It might be the same situation where I surprised you with Nord Mead--” “You do realize I’m still mad at you for that right?”

“Were you always this petty and I’m only just noticing it now?” “Kiss my arse.”

“Fine.” Aldaril held his hand out towards his brother. “Get a bowl and try the stew. If you don’t like it, next round of drinks is on me.”

Icarus paused before getting up from his seat, slapping Aldarils hand. “I’m holding you to your word on that , but I swear to Magnus you o--” The justiciar froze for a moment, as if he just saw Ancano or that one teacher they ran into on their first day. He immediately slammed himself down onto the seat, taking one of his textbooks from his pack and hiding his face, “Al, I am not here.”

Aldaril tilted his head at his brother, “What are you talking about?”

“Blonde Altmer in the robes. I’m not here.”

“Oh for the love of Mara, what did you do now??”

“N-nothing, he’s just a nosy pain in the ass. If he asks for me I’m not here-- Gods, didn’t realize this was dwemer science.”

“Well, if you’re going to be an arse about it...” Aldaril cleared his throat, waving his arm in the air, “Excuse me ceruval, are you looking for a seat?”

“Oh fuck you, Aldaril.” The justiciar seethed from behind his tome.

“What’d we learn today?” Aldaril responded with a shiteating grin.

[dunmeriis]

Enchanting Histories

The streets of Cheydinhal were bright with autumn’s colors, and passers-by flitted to and fro in the afternoon breeze. Amidst the storefronts stood one in particular, its sign naming the building beneath it “Aveneris’ Enchantments & Wonders.” The window displayed many little trinkets- Small blue gems wrapped in fine gold twine, little puzzle boxes in which to store jewelry or other valuables. Earrings that glimmered faintly with what had to be an ever slight enchantment hung on a little rack that slowly spun from the weight on it in order to show all the merchandise on its surfaces. 

Within, a woman quietly entwined gemstones together with gold, in a delicate bracelet. She stood 5′10″- Short, for someone who seemed to be an Altmer, but perhaps she was of mixed blood, given her black hair that hung in tight ringlets gathered behind her head to keep out of her vision. Her eyes were a soft shade of violet, and would look up with each visitor or patron’s entry, offering them a smile and a soft-spoken hello.

“Welcome- Please, let me know if I can assist you in some manner.”

[dunmeriis]

BEEP (for Terandil)

SEND “BEEP” FOR A RANDOM TEXT FROM MY MUSE. (Still accepting!)

4. A late-night text

[00:06:14] Nchuafdzfdf: you can take tomorrow off[00:06:23] Nchuafdzfdf: no particular reason[00:06:35] Nchuafdzfdf: the lab is entirely intact and smells perfectly fine no need to come check[01:23:54] Nchuafdzfdf: ...do you know how to get vaporized skeever dust out of carpet[01:24:03] Nchuafdzfdf: asking for a friend

[justadunmermage]

♥

Send me a ♥ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.FLUFF SPECIAL/A bit shipping inclined.14.

“It’s just you and me tonight.” The Mage grinned at the other male, red eyes sparking with amusement.

[sszyrr-the-learned]

I Found You [Szz'yrr + Terandil/Amalea]

What is it like, crawling out of a car wreck and going about your day?

Or, more accurately, falling into a pool of ice water, managing to crawl out, and having to continue on foot until you found help?

After having been frozen solid for over a year, perhaps that's what Szz'yrr was doing. After all, the nearest town from the cavern was Morthal and although that was heading in the opposite direct of where he wanted to go... It was something.

Yet before even reaching Morthal the half-frozen Falmer, no longer soaked with his own mess having been able to wash up in an unfrozen stream though that only made him colder, had come across a cart loaded with hay which had been headed toward Windhelm. Szz'yrr didn't know directions all that well, but his memory was very keen, almost Eidetic at certain times and he remembered this road.

This road, after all, was the one on which he met Terandil - and why wouldn't he remember that? Terandil was... despite the stress Szz'yrr had caused him at the college, Szz'yrr felt he could call Terandil 'friend'. Even if he wasn't 100% clear on what 'friend' was, except someone that didn't want to kill you and someone that said nice things to you.

So, as the cart approached, Szz'yrr--still shaking like a leaf--shambled his way off the road and lay himself down flat on the side of it, so as to appear... well, dead. The horse snorted a bit and served around him, and the driver sneered and muttered something under his breath about 'good, now just a few thousand more to go'. Yet as the cart passed, Szz'Yrr's long and lanky arm shot out and he grabbed the hitch on the back of the cart which served both as a step and something to attach a second cart onto for the purpose of a caravan.

Surely the driver would hear Szz'yrr dragging, and so with all the strength he could muster he let his legs drag and flesh and cloth alike tear while he pulled himself up. By the time he was in the cart, and he'd flung himself into the hay, he was bleeding from the knees down though not profusely - not any more than you would had you fallen off of a horse and skinned yourself that way.

The logic in this motion was... even if he did reach Morthal, how receptive were people to himself in the first place? Even with his disguise? Even with covering his face he could not hide his large, owlish eyes, or the grey of his skin that was not the stone grey of some Mer, but the sickly grey I-can-see-the-veins-under-your-skin sort of grey belonging to subterranean creatures.

Or undead.

Even with his disguise it took a very open-minded people to keep from trying to slaughter him anyway and so if he could avoid civilization at all, he would. This cart, he knew, would be passing by the college in due time and then he could find Terandil and...

Oh. But it wouldn't be that easy. When the cart neared the college, Szz'yrr threw himself out of it and into a snow bank before making his way, slowly, painfully, to the college. They'd endured generally the same reaction as before, only to come to realize--Breylna pointing out--it was the same 'smart Falmer' as before. They treated his wounds, they let him rest and warm up, but they also informed him that Terandil no longer attended the college, that he hadn't in a while, and that they had no idea where he was now... much to Szz'yrr's dismay.

If Szz'yrr were smart, he would've just told the college what had entrapped him. But hearing Terandil had vanished, well... How could Szz'yrr not think something terrible had happened to him? Once he had filled his belly with food to the point where it appeared distended on his toothpick of a body, and made himself warm and repaired his clothing, Szz'yrr left the college and began his search for his one and only friend thus far.

And it would be a miracle if he found Terandil.

Though miracles do happen... don't they? Just maybe not in the way you expect.

For instance, it was perhaps a miracle that Szz'yrr happened to have collapsed in another snow-drift in just the right place, at just the right time. The food in his belly was gone, and while he was not so weak and feeble and injured as he was two weeks before, he was still very cold and diving into the snowdrift had been his way of hiding from a passing stormcloak patrol he'd run past before. Then, it was perhaps a miracle that not Terandil, but Amalea should happen to pass the snowdrift while headed home to return groceries to her father, and as she did, perhaps it was a miracle that a particularly gnarly gust of wind should blow her right off her feet and into the snowdrift.

Where said snowdrift groaned, muffledly, lethargically.

But maybe this was where the miracles ended... because how would Amalea react, to find a frozen Falmer in the snow drift? Or would she even look? Would she just ignore the snowdrift and keep going home, and would that be the end of Szz'yrr's journey? He'd pulled himself out of these drifts before, but never had he been so tired... Perhaps by the time he did pull himself out of it, he'd finally succumb to Hypothermia and give up. That would be the easiest thing.

"Tzzzz..zzss..." The snowdrift buzzed, groaning, "Tzzz...rrrr...ahhnndddd... lll..." At least friendship would be the last thing on his mind, if that happened. Not an entirely bad ending in which case. But giving up was not so much apart of the Falmer's forte as was holding out and finding last-minute reserves. 

[sszyrr-the-learned]

Szz'yrr's Return

All around him - cold. 

Frozen. 

...and yet now he could think. Why? 

Perhaps it had been his foolish mistake in investigating this cavern... or, perhaps it had been his foolish mistake in touching the Soul Gem set atop a pillar of ice, a basin of liquid silver pooled below. 

He felt power. The sort of power that tingles through your fingertips, up into your arm, and makes everything numb, yet not numb. He felt it for all of the span of a second, maybe three -- before, unknowing to him, he was frozen. And it was like sleep. The magic of the ice had a way of sustaining him, of keeping him alive though by all means it shouldn't have - even for Falmer. 

Yet when the ice began to crackle and flake away from him, Szz'yrr and his body were both quite unsure how to cope with the here and now. As tears filled the falmer's borrowed eyes, and spilled over onto sunken cheeks, his bowel and bladder released themselves and his legs gave out from under him. Not unlike a wild animal, as once he had been, and perhaps in a moment of trauma-induced regression he was now, Szz'yrr crawled sluggishly away from the pillow to find an exit. he had to drink... to eat... to wash... and, somehow, to warm. 

He only knew of one friend in this world since leaving his cave - and he had to find that friend. He had to tell what he had found, and what it could do. 

Szz'yrr did not yet know the strange altar had kept him trapped for over a year. 

And that Terandil was likely gone. 

And so the Winterhold College would hold no answer s for him, no allies. 

But he would search. 

[alouvicidionixidiouscivous]

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"Copper hair, copper skin... or maybe like a gold sheet with a layer of dust over it? And why does this one smell like Falmer? It's an OLD smell, and one among many, but an odd smell nevertheless! Maybe I could make a deal with this one. Seeing as how I have some time to kill... get it? Kill?? Haha! Hahaha! Oh, you... whatever your name is. Must remember to work on that name thing later. I wonder how this poor fellow might feel about an all-access pass to the Black Marsh for a day... He looks like the type to place value in a knowledge-based field-trip!" 

[alouvicidionixidiouscivous]

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