I think I've wasted enough time with this. Ha, sorry about such a long update wait.
I've been dealing with a series of unfortunate events currently, and writer's block gets to me if I don't update repeatedly.
So anyways, finally got around to this. Another Kaera POV chapter. Just cause I can. :P
Haha, hope you enjoy!
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I sighed deeply, pushing myself off the hard floor. I felt dead, and guessed I probably looked it too. Stretching my arms above my head, I yawned. I blinked the sleep from my eyes, rubbing them tiredly. Lucien stood not far away, watching me with unconcern.
Part of me wanted to ask if he got a kick out of watching girls sleep, but thought better of it. "Morning, my dear Listener."
I waved my hand and answered "Yeah, whatever." He smirked, and part of me found myself put at an unease by it. I brushed it away, knowing he was no harm to me. I stood up and twisted in awkward angles, trying to work the kinks in my muscles out.
I rifled through my stuff, pulling out my Nightingale armor. I slowly slipped it on, clasping the buckles with fluid movement, not needing to look down to see where they were. I pulled my mask on, flipping my hood up.
I peered over at the specter, who was watching me silently. "Need something?" I asked curiously.
The corner of his lip seemed to hook up into a lopsided smile. "You remind me much of a Listener I'd met long ago. So very long ago..." Even though it was quite hard to tell, he seemed to look wistfully at the floor.
"I see." I replied curtly. I didn't continue to talk about it. It seemed like it would only bring sadness. I sighed quietly, turning away from him. My memories replayed in my head repeatedly. I closed my eyes.
I snatched the discarded sword from the floor. The tears were running down my face, but the fear was no longer there. I stared into the golden wolf eyes. It growled deeply. I snarled back at it, lifting the steel sword. It leaped at me.
I sliced quickly, cutting deep into the face. It fell to the floor. I stood over it, the rage inside me taking over. I plunged the sword through its chest. It let out a howl of pain. I pulled the sword out, watching as the monster started to slip away, its bright gold eyes dulling every second. Blood shot out of the wound, splattering all over me. I licked my dry lips, the copper tang of blood on my tongue.
The beast died, and I stood over it for the longest time. I sighed, letting a small sob escape my lips before I turned away, sheathing the sword and leaving the house without another thought.
I blinked slowly, opening my eyes. Frowning, I strode out of Falkreath Sanctuary, not turning back. Seems like I'm always moving on.
I sighed at the voice in my head. It always said what I didn't want it to, even though I could hear the thoughts long before it voiced them to me.
I followed the path to the road, looking around. I didn't want to stay in Falkreath, but I didn't want to return to Whiterun either. I scowled under my mask, and I could hear it now. Vilkas preaching me.
Asshole... I growled, my chest heavy. I didn't give one damn shit about him, but he always seemed to strike me deep with his cutting words. I sighed and shook my head. No reason to think about him. He can go fuck a troll.
I stifled a laugh, the thought of that. No, that's offensive to poor trolls everywhere. I smiled to myself, letting my mind cheer me up with jokes about Vilkas. And while he's at it, he can go kiss a vampire's ass.
I giggled to myself, unable to contain it. I peeked over my shoulder to see Lucien watching me with a disturbed face. I giggled even more. He just shook his head, raising a hand to his mouth and chuckling.
I grinned even though he couldn't see it and we continued on the path. You know what, fuck Vilkas. I'll stay at the Bannered Mare.
I nodded to myself, and we departed for Whiterun.
"Listener?" Lucien's mellifluous voice called to me. I turned and looked at him, smiling brightly. He sighed, saying "This isn't wise."
I rolled my eyes, chugging down some more ale. He frowned. I replied with slight slur "Don't be a killjoy! I'm jusst enjoyin' some drinks!*Hic*"
I ignored whatever he said next, turning back around in my bar stool. Hulda looked at me with disappointment. She sighed and said quietly "Maybe your ghost is right. Why don't you head home for Jorrvaskr. I can send someone to retrieve Vilkas-"
My voice boomed with anger as I shouted, slamming my drink down on the table "Vilkas be damned! And I'm not heading back to Jorrvaskr!"
She winced slightly, and I frowned angrily. I sighed and said quietly "I'm sorry Hulda..."
She sighed and gave a pointed stare at Olfina, who nodded and left quickly. I shrugged, not thinking much of it in my drunken stupor.
Hulda looked at me sadly, obviously pitying my current state. I looked away. Damn her pity. I don't need any gods-damned pity. I frowned and took another swig of my drink. Someone slid into the bar stool next to me.
"Hey, you." I looked over at him blankly, blinking rapidly to clear my vision. "How about you and me have a drinking contest over a staff."
I frowned slightly, my mind too drunk to process what exactly I was doing. "You're on!" I replied.
He smiled, or at least I thought he did. My brain wasn't exactly very aware of anything. He said to me "I've got some really good stuff. Flows like water." I nodded and he chugged it down quickly.
He looked and me, handing me a bottle. "Your turn." I grinned awkwardly, chugging it down fast. "One bottle. Easy."
He grinned, drinking another. "And you?" I shrugged and downed another bottle. My mind was buzzing, my stomach warm. "Two." He nodded and shook his head, saying "If you can chug this down, I'll give you the staff." He handed me another when the door to the Bannered Mare opened loudly, loud footsteps sounding.
One..
Each footstep made my heart warmer.
Two...
I blinked, my mind whisked away to my memories. I shook it and looked over to see the carvings of wolf armor. I frowned, my awareness returning a little, but not enough for me to sober.
"What, in Ysagramor's name, are you doing." The low timbre of his voice was filled with anger, but still very pleasing to the ear. The drunk part of me enjoyed the sound of it immensely. More than I should. The sober part slapped some sense into me though.
I blinked and looked up to his bright icy eyes, which glowed with anger. I stared at him for a few seconds before responding "You know what? You, my friend," I paused to think it over, but not enough "can go and shove your speech up your own ass. I don't care." I looked away, taking the cork off.
He blinked, and snarled deeply, his eyes slightly gold now. Yet his voice didn't match his glare. "Kaera."
His softened tone surprised me. I knew he was still mad, but he his voice was soothing, and part of me wanted to just agree with him. The stubborn streak wouldn't let me do that though.
I blinked a few times, looking at him again. He replied softly, although his annoyance was still evident "I think it's time we get you home."
Home. Home is not here. I'm not home.
I snarled in anger, snapping at him "Oh, and you know where home is for me?! I don't have a home!" He stared at me in surprise, not sure how to respond. He opened his mouth to respond, but I turned away from him in anger and looked at the man I'd never caught the name of. I grinned to him and chugged my drink down. "Alright, gimme the staff."
He smiled and nodded, but continued talking. I blinked repeatedly. I felt very odd. Tired. My brain was buzzing and the room was extremely warm. I struggled to keep my eyes open. I could hear Vilkas's voice talking, but I wasn't listening. "Hey, what'd you do?!" Vilkas's voice cut through suddenly.
"Don't worry, you can come too."
I slipped to the floor tiredly, and soon felt another presence on the floor next to me. Before I could respond to it, I drifted to sleep, too exhausted to stay awake.
Haha, chapter 9!
Yay!
I bet you all know what we're doing now. hehe, poor drunk Kaera.
Poor Vilkas. Kaera doesn't listen worth a damn. Haha.
Daedric Princes are assholes. But I love their quests.
So, leave a review with your thoughts, and I'll see you next time!
Bye!
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