Chapter I: In which Jyggalag has OCD and Sheogorath is a creep.
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Jyggalag's POV
"For the last time, Sheogorath, no! You are not allowed to hunt down everyone I love and cherish and beat them savagely to death with a pillow! We've been over this before!"
"Aww" the Daedric Prince sighed, and went back to doing the fish stick – whatever that was. Carefully watching him out of the corner of my eye, I deemed it safe enough to leave the room and enter the kitchen; my beautiful, orderly, perfect kitch-
There was a smudge on the countertop.
I barely managed to hold in my rage, as I stared at the offending material. My eye started twitching. A smudge?! On my countertop?! Deep breaths, Jyggalag…count to ten…one…two…thr- "SHEOGORAAAAAATH!" I stormed into the other room, so angry that crystals started sprouting through the floor around me. This was the third time this week, because of that deranged fool; ever since I'd agreed to move in with him because I couldn't pay the rent on my apartment he was all "noo, you can't survive without cheese!" and "Come on live a little, or I'll pluck out your eyes!*Insert creepy grin with a long, drawn out laugh*" couldn't a Deadra Lord get any peace? The thing which irked me the most, however, was how untidy he was; everyday he would move something or track dirt into the carpet. But no-one, no-one, smudges my countertop. "YOU SMUDGED THE COUNTERTOP! MY COUNTERTOP!"
"Sanguine is hosting a party tonight. You will come."
His calm tone and general randomness caught me off balance. "Wha- what? No!"
"Sanguine is hosting a party tonight. You will come or I will move random objects all over the apartment and not tell you which ones." He informed me, matter-of-factly. My flushed face paled at the thought; I wasn't sure whether it was the prospect of socialising or the threat which terrified me. Let's go with the threat.
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Sheogorath heard that the Nine Divines would be attending the party so he made sure to look particularly "ravishing" and even "combed" his beard. I told him it looked like a rabid monkey had attacked his face, but he just stared at me for a long time and said "I see no problem with that" so I just backed away slowly into my room and closed the door, his cat-like eyes boring into my soul.
My room was small, and with dreary grey walls and a dreary grey carpet, not to mention no furniture except for a wardrobe, bed and mirror (which were all grey), in all, it was utterly amazing, and so full of life. Striding over to my wardrobe, I picked my favourite armour; it was the same shade of grey as concrete and looked similar to steel. I put it on methodically, pleased to note that there were no stains of mortals who had displeased me – unlike SOMEONE in the room next to mine. Checking myself out in the mirror I winked at my reflection "looking goood" I purred, then practiced saying "hey, I'm Jyggalag. Prince of order, at your service" in multiple ways; I wanted to make sure I was completely prepared, after all. Idly I wondered if Dibella would be there, with her straight ebony hair, beautiful blue eyes, endearing personality and perfect physique…not that I, like, cared or anything. I was just…wondering, is all. Sheogorath interrupted my train of thought, however, when he barged in wearing his best regalia - a purple and gold suit, complete with staff - and declared it was time to go. "What have I told you about knocking?" I glared at him "umm…wait, don't tell me! Oh, oh was it…no that can't be right… Sugared cheese wheels!" he declared proudly. "I don't even…I don't…don't want to know what…" was my intelligent reply. "Anyhoo, time to go!"
That much I understood.
