Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140521200039/@comment-3293219-20140523110302

Eilonwyn wrote:

(Goodnight my King! :3 <3) ( *Queen. :P

Well, here it is, the third and final pie of the arc. :D)

Set awoke, inside a sleeping bag, groaning as his eye opened and he came to, seeing the stitched ceiling above him and noticing that he was lay inside a tent. The tent was made of leather or cow skin at least; he knew this, because it was very much like the one that he used to sleep in with Miri…

He rolled his head to the side, stopping as he felt his cheek touch a girl’s forehead. His spine stiffened and he froze on the spot, only just realising that his arm was wrapped around someone’s shoulder…

He looked down, feeling the girl’s leg move in response to his movements as she was fast asleep. The Bosmer moved his head away, getting a better look at her with his good eye and seeing that it was Miri lay beside him, huddled up to him with a light smile on her face.

He froze on the spot, his mouth began to drop as he looked to her, lying there, peacefully sleeping in his arm. Set immediately began to doubt his senses; this was a trick, a dream? Or…

Could he be dead?

His head fell back and hit the pillow, immediately waking Miri, who jumped out of her skin. Her green eyes shot open as she wasn’t expecting him to be awake so soon.

“Morning Set…” She said, sleepily, rubbing her eyes as she pulled herself up before moving in closer, resting her head on his chest. The way that she said it was exactly as he remembered it, the way that she used to say it, every morning.

Set was still speechless, wrapping his arm around the Bosmer’s shoulders and pulling her in, she groaned happily as he did so, wrapping her own arm around his heavily scarred body and slotting her fingers under his ribs.

“Are you… Real?” Set whispered, unable to make eye contact with her.

Miri raised her head, looking at him sympathetically as if she was expecting it. She brought her hand up to his face and dragged her fingers down this cheek.

“Set… It’s me, see?” She cooed, relaxing her face and holding her hand up, prompting Set to raise his and place his fingers between hers. They closed their fingers around each other’s hands as they tightened their grip on each other.

“M-Miri…” Set whispered, a tear building up in his eye as he pulled her in and embraced her. It was rare that they kissed or did anything intimate, Miri was never into it, even after their first time together, she still liked to keep things as platonic as possible.

“I don’t… I don’t understand. How can you be here?” Set asked, though he wouldn’t care if there wasn’t an answer, he didn’t care about anything right now, if this was a dream, then it was a good one…

“Does it matter?” Miri asked, cheerfully as she sat up, keeping her smile.

“I’m here now, right?”

“Y-Yeah… I guess you are…” Set whispered, propping himself up on his elbows.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I healed your wounds.” Miri smiled, pressing her hand on his cheek, dragging her thumb along it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“So many scars… You should take better care of yourself or at least get some tougher armour. Y’know?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I know…” Set grumbled looking down at the huge scar across his chest and stomach, going right down to his naval.

<p class="MsoNormal">“To be fair… this one wasn’t my fault.” He muttered, pointing to the stab wound, that Jaryl gave him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“That one’s all Jaryl…” He added, cheerfully as he looked back to her, his eye met hers for the first time in over ten years.

<p class="MsoNormal">Miri giggled, bringing her hand to her mouth as she got up and went over to a chest, pulling a white dress out and throwing it on, over her head. The dress had aged considerably and gone a sort of beige colour. The sleeves were quite big, like the dress was made for a nord man, of large build, but it still managed to suit Miri perfectly as the fact that it was too big for her was somewhat endearing.

<p class="MsoNormal">Set got up, only just realising that he was still wearing his pants, which were covered in blood from his stomach wound. He grimaced as he noticed how dark his pants were, almost disgusted by the sight of the blood…

<p class="MsoNormal">Almost…

<p class="MsoNormal">“C’mon, we’re finally ready!” She shrieked, running over to him and taking his hand as she backed away, moving towards the mouth of the tent.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ready? For what?” Set asked, still unable to suppress his need to smile as he breathlessly watched his lover as she dragged him along.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What do you think!?” She cried, giddily. “Our trip, to the Imperial City!”

<p class="MsoNormal">Set’s eye suddenly widened and he whipped his hand away, clutching onto it and running his fingers along the little marks, left by the nails.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Woah, hold it! We can’t go there, it’s too dangerous!” The Bosmer snapped at her, pointing in its direction and turning to it, noticing that it was no longer floating.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What the…?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“It stopped floating a few hours ago and the sun came back.” Miri beamed, getting Set’s attention.

<p class="MsoNormal">“The sun? What about the moon?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Miri shrugged, she didn’t know but she wanted to, right now the Imperial City was peaking her interest…

<p class="MsoNormal">“It’s so cool though, we’ll be the first people in the city since it was brought back down to Nirn!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Miri… Somethin’ tells me that Telemachus is still in control of things, maybe he did this so that we…” He paused, remembering that Miri wasn’t in on it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I… Lower my guard.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t worry Set, if it looks bad, we’ll just leave.” Miri suggested, with a smile, retaking his hands and rocking them, from side to side.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Miri, if it looks bad, then we’re probably fu…” He stopped, remembering that Miri didn’t like strong language.

<p class="MsoNormal">“It’ll probably be too late… and I can’t lose you again.” He whispered, running his thumbs along her hands, grazing them softly. It was strange but it was this that reminded him of Eilonwyn… He’d never done this, until he met her…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t worry Set, I can look after myself now…” Miri stepped forward and something odd started to happen, her image began to shimmer and her voice started to deepen.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You okay? You look… S-Sad…” This prompted Set to step back as he began to suspect that this was an illusion.

<p class="MsoNormal">“The fuck!?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“S-Set? Wh-What’s…” The mirage failed for a brief moment, revealing that Miri was actually a nord, with pale skin, which was heavily scarred…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh no…” She gasped pushing past him and running into the tent as she began to route around, trying to find something. Set steadily approached her and began to reach out; she was too preoccupied to notice him…

<p class="MsoNormal">He grabbed hold of her wrist and forced her to turn and face him as she reverted to her true self, he looked the nord in the face, seeing that she was pale, with a number of scars across her face, most likely caused by chicken pox or acne, her lips were blotchy and her hair looked unwashed.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Bosmer glared at her, too confused to be angry at her deception, it didn’t bother him that she tried to use somebody else’s image but why her? Why was it his dead lover of all people?

<p class="MsoNormal">The Nord began to tremble, her eyes welling up as she stood up and her breath began to quiver.

<p class="MsoNormal">“P-Please… I’m sorry…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Set grabbed her by the collar of her dress and pushed her against the wall of the tent, she gasped as she was pushed against it, moving her face away and giving him a fixed glare as she panted, heavily.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Who are you!?” Set demanded, only just noticing that this girl wasn’t much younger than Miri.

<p class="MsoNormal">“M-My name is… My name‘s Marcia!” She gasped, though Set wasn’t choking her… Giving her no reason to struggle with her breathing, perhaps it was a nervous reaction.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m a mage, at the Arcane University! I’ve been homeless for the past month and I just needed someone to take me home, I’m sorry, please, don’t hurt me!” Marcia spoke faster and faster, until her panic induced ramblings came to close, where she gasped again and looked Set in the eye. Panting heavily as she began to fear for her life, regretting choosing someone so angry and violent to deceive. Though she didn’t plan on failing…

<p class="MsoNormal">“That why you saved me?” Set asked, unlike Marcia, he seemed a lot calmer; any trembling coming from him was most likely rage, though his voice seemed calm.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Y-Yes… I know a few tricks…” She whispered, looking him in the eye.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I noticed… You were able to talk to my head and possess me…” Set pointed out, letting go of her shoulder and letting her fall, shakily, onto her feet.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I only know two people who can do that, one of them is Telemachus…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Marcia’s eyes widen upon hearing Telemachus’ name being mentioned, her bottom lip falls as she stands still, gritting her teeth.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Y-You know Telemachus?” She asked, moving away from him as she began to grow even more fearful.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m sorry; I didn’t know that you were…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I don’t work for the fucker, if that’s what you’re gettin’ at…” Set interrupted her, folding his arms.

<p class="MsoNormal">“In fact, I’d say that I’m at the top of his shit list.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Marcia nodded, looking relieved as she relaxed and folded her arms, going even more pale.

<p class="MsoNormal">“S-So… What happens now?” She asked, glancing to his hand as if she was expecting to get a closer look at it. She saw what he did at the alter, the violence… the death and the destruction…

<p class="MsoNormal">And that was when he was dying…

<p class="MsoNormal">Set frowned and glanced away, not knowing what to do here… Whether she lied to him or not, she still saved his life and gave him hope, even if it was false hope.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Mir- Marcia…” Set muttered, stepping forward and meeting her eye. Being a nord, she was taller than him, even though she was small by nord standards.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m not gonna hit you, if that’s what you’re worried about…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Marcia nodded before glancing away, still looking nervous about what Set would do in retaliation. She hadn’t encountered another person for weeks, since the Imperial City was taken and she lost her home…

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t want to hurt you, I’m sorry that I pretended to be your girlfriend but I needed you to trust me, so that you’d take me back to the city, to find my sister!” Marcia explained, seeming a lot calmer, now that she knew that Set wasn’t planning on yelling or beating on her.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Th-They took the city, hovered it in the sky and told me nothing! You don’t know what it’s like, having someone up there, someone you care about, trapped in that floating city and not knowing if they were alive or dead!”

<p class="MsoNormal">Set nodded, backing away from her before fully turning away and running his hand through her hair, suddenly coming to terms with the fact that she wasn’t Miri. He sighed, heavily, too tired, beaten and guilt ridden to be angry at her.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You’re wrong…” He wheezed, turning back to her.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Sorry?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“My brother’s up there…” Set whispered, turning back and approaching her again, causing her to grow nervous.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Or he was… I don’t know what’s left of the city or its people but…” Set sighed and glanced away before looking back to her.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I worry about him, y’know?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Marcia nodded in response; realising that they had something in common and that made her feel even guiltier.

<p class="MsoNormal">“H-He’ll be okay, he and my sister? They’ll be fine…” She tried to assure him, though Set wasn’t convinced. He knew Telemachus, better than anyone and he knew what he was capable of. He nodded and looked away, seeing the light of the sun shine through the door for the first time in a long time.

<p class="MsoNormal">Marcia looked at him, noticing his gaze as she could tell that he wanted to be somewhere, she stepped forward and grabbed his arm, wrapping her hands around it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You want to get back to Miri… Don’t you?” She asked, getting his attention as he looked at her, somewhat confused.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Miri’s dead…” He muttered, getting an instant gasp from the nord as she let go and stepped back, putting her hand to her chest.

<p class="MsoNormal">“G-Gods… I’m so sorry, I didn’t know, I sw…” She paused and looked away before closing her eyes and clenching her fists.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I guess you can see why I was so confused now, huh?” Set smiled faintly, causing her to tighten her fists.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I didn’t know, I…” She whispered, letting go of her grip and relaxing her hands before looking up at him, her eyes shimmered.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t worry, it’s fine…” Set grumbled, turning around and picking up his shirt, he sighed as he saw that it had a massive split down the middle of it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You got any spare shirts?” He asked, turning around to face Marcia and showing her his predicament.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Y-Yes, I’ll get them for you.” The Mage turned around and began to route around in her trunk, she turned back and handed him a white cotton shirt. Shuffling over to the Bosmer and offering it to him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“H-Here…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Thanks…” Set muttered, throwing the shirt over his head, pulling the waistline down to straighten it out.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Look… I erm… I need to get back to that place, where you found me. I need to find my… I need to find my friend.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Marcia nodded; understanding perfectly as she turned around, bending down; in front of a knapsack and drawing a journal from it, inside was a map.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I found your swords…” She gestured to the blades, which were leant against the wall on the far side of the room, prompting Set to walk over to them and retrieve them. She watched him as he picked them up, noticing the empty feeling in her stomach as she was overwhelmed with guilt.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Are you ready?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Y-Yeah… C’mon…” The Bosmer whispered, stepping towards the doorway of the tent, with his new companion trailing along behind him. She looked back at the tent, knowing that she had everything of value with her, Marcia sighed and looked around, noticing that Set was far ahead of her. She quickly toddled over to him, dragging her clunky boots along the floor as she walked along beside him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Umm… Set?” She asked, nervously.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hmm?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m…” She paused, realising that she had already apologised, she didn’t want to make him mad by pushing her luck…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Never mind, let’s just focus on finding your friends…”

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