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Chira fiddled, nervously, biting her lip. She was hidden away, being prepared for the entire day. She felt naked, vulnerable. No armor, no weapons, and no bag. For the first time in over a year, she figured. But it’d be worth it, right? She loved Mutt. She did. She was sure of that. And people in love got married. They did. She was sure of that. So why did this seem to terrifying?
What if this wasn’t right? What if she did this wrong? What if she couldn’t be a good wife? What if she couldn’t control herself and did something bad? Did putting a label on what they had change what they had? Would it really make things different? What could she expect? Blue eye searched the small crowd. Her friends, her family. She noticed, with great sadness, that several of the people she invited did not appear to be in attendance. She sighed, carefully wiping her eyes like the women had shown her. Everything was okay. Everything was happy. This was happy. They were by a lovely pond, called Mara’s eye. Certainly that could only help. Cold water to douse on any.. trouble makers.
Everything looked perfect. Sparkling gems hovered in the air, flowers abound. The weather was wonderful, the air carried the sweet scent of Nightshade. She had ensured every detail was perfect. Food was provided to the side. For those waiting patiently for the ceremony to start. It was truly lovely. Truly otherworldly. Not everyone could say their wedding decorations hovered through the air. Nor could they claim the giant gem who sat as the centerpiece to the wedding. And of course, the dragon dressed to bare the rings was a new twist.
So why did she feel the urge to run away? To hide? Was she ready for this? Was she making a mistake by marrying him? She took a deep breath, holding it as she smoothed out her dress for the tenth time in a row. She could use a pep talk right about now..
The old ‘mer was dressed in one of his better robes, arguably of Dunmeri origins, but chosen to be subtle, unremarkable in comparison to the bride’s and groom’s. He was behaving himself that day, letting his animosity toward some of the other attendees be swallowed—this was Chira’s big day, and she didnt need anything to ruin it.
He as well was keeping a close eye on her. She, by nature, was unpredictable, and, while under stress, could do anything imaginable (and unimaginable). So, as soon as he realized she was making those soft neurotic motions of upset, he moved over to her.
Giving her a smile, he spoke with that gentle fatherly tone; “Come now, where is that fearless Chira I know and raised? The one that pointed a bow at a vampire~?”
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Dalamus shook his head. The offer was appreciated, but unnecessary. “They do not bother me so much. A bit of sensitivity from time to time, but nothing I cannot handle. E’hla does not mind them, either.”
The younger vampire rolled up his sleeves to show Thurvayn the remainder of his scars, the ones encircling his wrists in various lengths. “Chained me up with silver, the bast—fetcher.” About to say ‘bastard,’ Dalamus caught himself and chose a more appropriate word that would not upset Thurvayn. “But I beat him in the end. Used the chains to remove his head once I got free. Took a week to loosen the chains enough to catch him off-guard.”
The older ‘mer pulled his ears back as Dal continued unprompted. “By the Gods…” he said in a near-whisper. The shock of hearing what happened to the boy let his mind skip over Dal’s blunder of words, and merely he watched him with worried eyes.
"But you are alright? No lasting damage?" perhaps not the best question to ask, but Thurvayn had to make sure that his son was alright. He couldnt even begin to imagine what Dalamus had been through in that week, wasnt even sure he wanted to know. But the fetcher was dead, as Dal said, and that brought the only sense of ease to the older ‘mer’s mind.
I begged for the Gods’ help. It turned around and bit me. Rather hard, I might add.
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He sighed, placing his hands on his hips as he watched the ground a moment, and then peered back up at Thurvayn. “It was my sire. I killed my sire.” The mer shrugged, not sure if that was out of the ordinary or not, to kill one’s sire. “He was a Khajiit, which explains the claw marks on my face. Tipped with silver.”
The older ‘mer’s ears pulled back a bit as he listened. “Gods… I have some scar balms designed for silver-inflicted wounds if you’d like,” he offered.
Instead of the other way around.. He could tell there was more to the story, but he’d gotten enough out of the poor boy, he felt. He, admittedly, was extremely curious, but it sounded as though Dalamus had taken care of the problem, and all was accounted for. If Dal wanted to talk about it, he would…
.Dalamus shook his head. “It is nothing you need concern yourself with, I assure you. It is just that a lot has happened since we last met up. I.. suppose I should have told you before I left.”
I was chained up with silver chains and imprisoned for about a week in a cave by the one who turned me into a vampire and had me kill Falin for his own amusement. There. That was not so hard to explain, was it? Now, if only he could say it out loud. But it was his problem. Not anyone else’s. “It does not matter. Just some loose ends I needed to tie up. And I did.”
"I’m not blind, Dalamus… I can see the scars…" he said gently. He was being stubborn Dalamus as usual, nothing that Thur hadnt seen over the years. It didnt seem as though the thousand times he’d told the boy he can always burden the older mer with his thoughts had ever gotten through Dal’s thick skull. It hurt at times, but he knew Dal was still a child.
"But, it seems it was quite the loose end. I hope it wasnt your father, and that I didnt get to witness it."
Dalamus knew the concept of sentimentality, even if it did not make sense. He could be sentimental at times. His wedding ring and locket meant much to him; they reminded him of his family and he would never trade them for anything. The younger vampire nodded, raking a hand through his hair before peering up at the older with a light smile.
In that brief movement, he caught the sight of the scars on his own wrist when his sleeve shifted. Perhaps another time, he thought. It was not so important. He had gotten Thurvayn’s approval for his gift, and that was good enough. The hand on his shoulder made him tense, but only for a moment before he allowed himself to relax slightly. ”Well, I am glad that you wish to be reminded of me so often. Perhaps I will see you again soon, hm?”
Thurvayn watched Dalamus quietly before the younger mer spoke. Call it a father’s sixth sense, or the odd behavior, even for how Dal usually reacted around himself, but something felt… off.
"…You dont sound so sure of that, son… What’s on your mind..?" He asked gently of the younger ‘mer.
"Of course I do," she replies, "I’m a priestess of the Tribunal temple, and that much will never change. I hope you find your way through your spiritual troubles."
The older mer closes his eyes, but doesnt lose his smile.
"The Three abandoned me far too many years ago for me to do such a thing. They are dead and gone, and even if I am convinced Lord Vivec will return, because that is just the sort of ‘mer He is, I doubt I could ever pledge myself to them again. Thus, I thank you for your words, but realize they are impossible for myself."
She shrugs. “Eh. I don’t smoke either. I just like chewing on the leaves.”
Without further ado, she takes out a hackle-lo leaf and pops it into her mouth. “Haven’t seen many Indoril around lately. I trust you still follow Temple doctrine, yes? More and more people seem to be turning away from the faith nowadays.”
"Ah," he starts, "my faith is a bit mixed now. I still revere the Three, but I do not actively worship. I still work for Mephala Black-Hands at times, however. Had you asked me that question several centuries ago," he gives a smile, "I would have answered with a solid ‘The Three are my Sword, Heart, and Mind.’ I once was an Ordinator, you see.
"But, I must turn the question to you then. It is very odd—but very promising—to see one of faith to the Three these days."
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Greetings, muthsera. I am Nalvyna Hlervi of House Redoran. It is nice to meet you. Would you like some hackle-lo? I have plenty.
Oh, greetings, muthsera. A Redoran, hm? I’m Indoril Thurvayn Inarys. A pleasure to meet you as well.
Though, I must pass on your generous offer. I’d stopped smoking centuries ago.
Sirthel was surprised that she’d actually managed to stop the vampire. This surprise would not deter her from her task, however. Her grip on the mace only tightened as she watched the vampire.
"I’ve dealt with your kind before, knocked them down just easily. What makes you believe you’re an exception?" Already, she thought it was crazy for her to even speak to the vampire. But while part of her believed that she’d consigned herself to Oblivion, the other part still believed she could talk her way out of it.
Granted, it was a crazy idea that she wouldn’t follow in any other situation, but she was currently willing to sacrifice a few things.
At her words, the vampire’s maw ripped asunder with a terrible, fang-filled grin. An ominous chuckle of laughter filtered up from his throat, and the shift there after was swift; the skin and flesh melting away, the much taller, large-eared, bat-winged creature stood within just moments, it’s glowing eyes studying the smaller womer, his head tipped to the side and mouth let casually open, as if it couldnt close with the fangs in the way.
"There are some things in this world, young child, that you could never expect…~" The voice that left him was rough, like it was echoed off the walls of Oblivion before being released to Nirn.
The being of power within him told him to attack, that he would easily be able to overpower her. But the creature of stealth said that she had seen him, met his guise with an equal match. It was much a conflict of interests within him; let her free for winning and merely find a new meal to entertain, or subject himself to Molag Bal’s will.
"Be this your warning for the future." The latter thought made the decision for him. His great wings folding into themselves as he shifted back to his mortal form, the beast turned to head off back into the treeline. There would be more entertaining kills, he told his dominant mind. After all, breaking the will of another dominant mind was all fun, but the total submission others gave was even better…
Thurvayn seemed to like the gift, as was implied by his wide smile. So, then, he had done done anything offensive by choosing a bat for his sculpture? That was good. Perhaps he had over-thought his worries. He watched, almost with some apprehension as the older vampire took it and inspected it—for what Dalamus could only assume was faults in the wood. But everything checked out.
He said he loved it. And had even called him ‘son.’ Then there was the offer of a hug, and Dalamus was almost unsure of what to do. After a moment, the younger vampire stepped forward to receive the hug, if a bit awkwardly. “I am glad you enjoy it.. Thurvayn.” He wanted to call the other mer ‘father’ but it just would not roll off of his tongue so easily.
"It obviously cannot protect you. It does not even have an enchantment on it." He rubbed at his scarred cheek absently. "But perhaps you will still find a use for it."
Thurvayn moved to embrace Dalamus to his own taller frame. The younger ‘mer was getting better with accepting affections but…. Even if it took another two decades for the old vampire to get it through the boy’s head, he would. Somehow, some way, he’d convince Dal that he could relax, that he was no longer dealing with his biological father.
"No, perhaps it cannot protect me," the older mer started, but then continued in the same breath, "but, it will always remind me of you, even when I cant see you. I am a sentimental mer, Dalamus~ I am very pleased with it and it needs.no other ‘use’.” The older ‘mer moved his free hand to rub the younger mer’s shoulder affectionately just as he often did.