#fic:sivaas

[hircines-hunter]

WIP Wednesday

Hi I have so many things to posts I might as just share more Bryn and Esti being soggy kittens. I’ve decided many things. Bryn is half Reachfolk. I am playing off the Scottish accent. And ESO has a lot of it in the Reach Zone. I am using some Scottish Gaelic for him. I’ll post a snippet

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Brynjolf raised his hood against the rain. He followed the shoreline, looking into the lake for Estinan. He spotted movement and a blur of fiery fur leave the lake. The orange werewolf ran into the forest. “Lass! Estinan!” He yelled her name, chasing after her.

Estinan’s ear swiveled when she heard her name. She cursed. He managed to follow her. She slowed down and looked around. She spotted movement in the shadows.

Instincts took over.

Estinan pounced. She landed on Brynjolf. Teeth bared. A low growl hummed from her lips.

Brynjolf looked up at her. Not even an ounce of fear in his eyes. “Na gabh dragh, lassie.” He reached up and ran his fingers through her fur. “No worries, lassie. You’re alright.”

Estinan blinked at him. “Tha gu math.” A huff left her throat.

Brynjolf stared at her before laughing. “O’ course, the lassie would know Reach.” He moved against the mud and sat up. “You’re alright. You’re alright….”

Estinan moved away, sitting on her haunches. She looked around. “Give me a few minutes. I can change back….” She huffed. “Are you hurt? I…. I don’t have the best control.”

“Emotions get the best of everyone. I’m fine. Just covered in mud and rain. Nothing I’m not used to.” He looked at the lake. A sigh left his lips. “Well, now you know about me. Where did you learn?”

“Around. Most I know from rituals. For Lord Hircine.”

“They don’t teach those words with rituals, lass.”

Estinan’s chest rumbled. “I’ve picked it up, is all. I’m not fluent.”

“Still….” He looked back at her. “How long have you been a wolf?”

“Forty-something years. You’re used to werewolves…. Who was from the Reach?”

“Ma. Da was Nord. Ma had Nord in her blood, more than Breton. But she was full Reach.” He looked at the lake, grabbing a rock and throwing it. It skipped one time due to the rain. “I miss them both.”

They sat in silence. Only the occasional thunder and the rain disrupted their silence.

Estinan finally spoke. “I know that feeling. I miss my parents, too. I’m sure they’re still alive. But I’m considered dead to them.” Estinan whispered.

Brynjolf turned and looked back. He watched as she shrunk to her small, elven form. She shivered against the rain that pelted her naked body. He stood up, removed his leather top, and draped it over her shoulders. “Sorry, I don’t have anything warmer for you, lass.”

Estinan pulled the top closer, feeding her arms through it. “Thank you. I…. I’m sorry.” She wiped her face. She wrapped her arms around herself. “I…. I can gather my belongings and leave the Cistern. You won’t have to worry about me again.”

Brynjolf looked at her. He blinked a few times. “I already told you. No worries. Please, lass, you don’t have to worry about it. Let’s get you back home.” He whispered. He took a few steps towards her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her along the shoreline back towards Riften.

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Brynjolf watched as Estinan slid down the ladder and walked over to her bed. He looked away briefly when she started changing her clothing. He saw a large healing wound on her shoulder. He sucked in air. His eyes wandered to her other scars across her back. She turned abruptly. His eyes locked with her amber ones. She flashed him a smile and turned back to her small dresser, pulling out a clean tunic. Brynjolf walked over after finishing the bottle of Black-Briar mead. “Did something happen, lass? Maven isn’t upset, is she?”

Estinan turned as she put on the tunic. “I’m alive?” She laughed with a wide grin. “There was some hermit living under the Meadery. Tried to kill me. I’m fine.”

Brynjolf took a step closer and moved the collar of her tunic. He looked at the wound. “Magic?” He also noticed the bruises on her neck.

“Ice spike. I’m fine.” Estinan moved away and readjusted her tunic to cover her wound. She fixed her hair, trying to cover the bruises. She turned back to Brynjolf. “Do I get to keep what Maven gave me?”

Brynjolf looked at her. “What did she give you?”

“Dagger. Enchanted.” She flipped the blade and showed him.

Brynjolf looked at the ornate dagger. Maven must’ve liked her to give her payment outside of what she normally would. She did work fast. And efficiently. Maybe she would be the one to fix the mess they were in. “Aye, you can keep it. Maven will pay the guild for your work. You’ll get your cut when that happens. Maybe later tonight or tomorrow.”

Estinan smiled and placed the dagger back into its sheath. She then placed the blade into her boot as she took them off. Estinan sat on the bed and leaned back, looking up at Brynjolf. “Now, unless you want to join me in my bed, I am rather exhausted.” She smirked as she watched his reaction. A slight twitch at his lips. He fidgeted with his hands. His heart thudded against his chest.

Brynjolf smiled a bit and he looked at the bed. “It’s a little small to share, lass.” He chuckled. “I will let you sleep then. Good night, lass.” Brynjolf turned and left.

Estinan stood up to remove her pants. She climbed back into the bed and pulled the scratchy blanket up to her shoulders. Oh, she would need to get new bedding for herself.

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“Yer really real. Alive.”

“I am.” Estinan laughed as tears rolled down her face. “I’m here.”

Brynjolf leaned over and pressed his forehead against hers. “Mercer said Karliah killed ye. I dinnae want tae believe. I know…. I know ye would hae…. Yer wolf.” He whispered.

“Mercer… he stabbed me. Tried to kill me. Karliah…. Did shoot me but combination of everything…. I almost died. Karliah helped. If she hadn’t, I would be dead.”

Brynjolf untied the belt on her tunic. “Where did he stab ye?” His hands found the end of her tunic. He pressed his face against her neck after he removed it. He inhaled. Sandalwood. Cinnamon.

Estinan grabbed his hand and moved it to her side. Her breath hitched when his fingers grazed the edge of the wound. She moved away. “Sorry…. It hurts still.”

“Sorry, lass.” Brynjolf moved away. He looked down her body. His fingers ghosted across the healing arrow puncture. He saw the stained bandage on her side. “Divines, lassie.” He knelt. “Can I see?” He looked up. He unraveled the bandage when she nodded. “I’ll make sure he pays.” He looked at the deep wound. He sucked in air. His fingers ghosted across the wound. Slowly. Carefully. Softly.

“The poison made my healing slow. Usually…. I heal fast.” She bit her lip. She brushed his hair out of his face when he looked up. Her eyes welled with tears again. She collapsed into his lap and cried on his thighs. “I missed you…. I was so worried. With Mercer. With Karliah. I didn’t know what Mercer told you. I was scared. I didn’t know if I could return here. To you. To home. I was scared of your reaction. I wanted to hold you.”

“Dinnae cry. Oh… lass. Dinnae cry.” Brynjolf rubbed her back. He held her close. “Yer here. Yer alive. Let’s get off the floor.” He scooped her into his arms and placed her on the bed. He knelt and rested his head on her thighs, wrapping his arms around her. “He said—“ he swallowed. “He said ye were dead. That’s all.” He moved his head and looked up at her. Her teary eyes reminded him of flowing lava. “O lassie. I am verra happy ye survived. I….” He stood up and sat next to her. He leaned over, nudging her cheek with his nose. He kissed her jaw. “Tha gaol agam ort.”

Estinan froze. “I….” Her heart pounded against her chest, wishing to be free. She swallowed. “I…. Brynjolf.”

Brynjolf felt her tense under his touch. His words. She understood what he said. “Ye are…. Nae. We both are deservin’ o’ love. We are.” He kissed the side of her neck. He reached for her hand and held it. She shook in his grasp. “Ye deserve love. Me love. Mo chridhe fiadhain. Ye are.” He brought her hand to his lips, kissing it.

Estinan turned and looked at him. More tears fell from her eyes. “I’m tired of crying today. Oh, Brynjolf.” She put her hands on his face. She caressed his cheeks, feeling his beard. She bit her lips as she looked into his eyes. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Then she kissed his lips. “Mo chridhe. Mo ghaol.”

Brynjolf smiled, lopsided. “Aye. Me as well. And tired. I hae nae slept in three weeks.” He laughed a little. He brushed a tear from her cheek. He ran his fingers through her hair.

“Me either.”

I love you; my wild heart; my heart, my love

[hircines-hunter]

Sivaas Chapter 4

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Estinan opened her eyes. A nightmare? She felt a cold sweat drip down her face. She was too old for those. She felt a pain in her shoulder. Her old injury. She sat up and rubbed at the old wound, feeling the built-up scar tissue. From the injury. The infection that raged afterward. She cursed as she felt her skin ripple. She knew the Twins would be full soon. She would need to leave after talking with Maven.

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Anyways Brynjolf is about to be a rat bastard as usual. Almost instigate a kiss with Estinan only to pull away…../

Crying in to my hands.

They don’t have a proper kiss until later.

[hircines-hunter]

Sivaas ch 5

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Estinan stumbled back into Cistern. She was elated and high. Her brain and vision was fuzzy from whatever Vekel put in her drinks. She closed her eyes and swayed in place for a moment. She needed her bed. No. She needed someone in her bed. She looked around. No one here. She never slept with — a lie. What a lie. She laughed to herself.

Estinan turned her head as the familiar smell of honey and leather hit her nose. She smiled as Brynjolf walked up. “Bryn….” She tilted her head and clasped her hands behind her back. “You are certainly a sight for sore eyes…. Drunk eyes.” Estinan giggled.