Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140927193312/@comment-3293219-20140930202339

(If we're doing a timeskip, it's time for my plans. ^.^)

After finishing, Azarath lay, stretched out on the bed, Elana in his embrace as he slept in a deep, drunken sleep...

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Azarath managed to fight his way through the foliage, clearing the branches ahead to reveal a cottage. It was a small, homely, place, made of brick, a one story Cyrodiilic cottage, obviously built to exist in such a beautiful part of the Colovian Highlands.

The Dunmer felt a burning urge to get to it, like it was his home and he hadn’t seen it in months or even years. He burst through the trees and ran up the approach, rushing over the stone path, over the bridge that allowed safe passage over the stream and to the basic but charming wooden door of the cottage.

He threw himself at it and knocked, two or three times, eager to be let in before pressing his ear against the door and listening out, with a smile. He heard the clattering of pots before hearing several quiet, hurried footsteps clattered from behind the door before the click of the lock could be heard and the door was opened to reveal Elana…

She was a lot taller than she was in reality and she suddenly looked radiant, at least to Azarath, his heart melted with joy upon clapping eyes on her face, overjoyed to see his return.

“Y-You’re back early…” She commented, breathlessly, taken by surprise as she stepped back and let him in. Even though she was a lot taller than any Dunmer girl he’d ever met, he still towered over her.

“Yeah, I managed to slip out a day earlier…” He replied, mischievously, with a smirk, something that made her gasp again at the scandal of it all.

“B-But… isn’t that desertion?”

“N-No, it’s fine, CO checked me out, said I can work the time off when I get back…”

Elana nodded, with a broad smile, she didn’t care to be honest, it was so rare that Azarath made it home on time, never mind early, that this would be considered a miracle. It had been so long since they had spent any time together, that them both being executed for desertion would be totally worth it.

Azarath zoned out, sniffing the air as his face lit up and he stepped closer towards the fire, he hadn’t taken note of the fact that the chimney was smoking outside and something was cooking.

Something good…

“Is that…?”

“Apple pie? Yep, that’s thirteen generations of Indoril recipe, the most delicious thing in the house.”

Azarath watched it cook for a little while as a mischievous look came across his face as he slowly turned around, looking to Elana, hungrily.

“Second most delicious…”

“Hmm? Oh… Oh no!” She began laughing as she stumbled back, towards the bedroom, falling onto the bed as her husband threw himself on top of her and they began to kiss, rolling around on the crisp white sheets as they did so, giggling in between kisses.

<p class="MsoNormal">Azarath pulled his head up, still chuckling from the pursuit and the wrestling, panting heavily as his heart was beating madly inside his chest and a grin was plastered on his face. His wife lay there, with a similar look of glee and anticipation for what was about to come next…

<p class="MsoNormal">“I love you Azarath…” She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck as she stared up at him, with teary eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I love you to…

<p class="MsoNormal">Ciara…”

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">Azarath's eyes slowly opened as the sunlight shone through the windows and hit his face, he was about to find out what had happened the night before...