Day 14: Do they, or have they in the past, had a mentor? What was their relationship with this person, and how has it changed since then? Who was their idol growing up? Who was the first person they fantasized about?
"C'mon, Dalamus, you have to stop…" Thoryn was trying, he really was, but he didn't think any of his words were getting through.
"I'm not stopping anything," the silverhead growled, unceasing in his pattern of draw, aim, shoot, draw, aim, shoot. "I have to be ready for when my dad gets back."
Thoryn sighed, pressed the palm of a hand to his forehead. "We talked about this."
"You may have talked." Aim, shoot. Draw. "I wasn't listening."
The redhead walked over to his younger counterpart, putting a hand on his bow to lower it so he could make Dalamus fucking listen.
But, of course, it didn't work. Dal jerked backwards, face incredulous. "Get off, Thoryn, I have to practice. If he comes back and I'm not read—"
"He's not coming back, Dalamus!" the elder took him by the arms, probaly squeezing hard enough to bruise, and shook him hard. "They took him away and he's never coming back. He's probably dead by now and you're never going to see him again, okay?!"
Thoyn didn't feel as accomplished as he thought he would have when Dal's face crumpled.
"I know…" the fourteen year old sniffed, and his voice wavered as tears welled in his eyes before he buried his face in his hands. "I know, Thoryn, I know, I know, I know…"
"I'm so sorry," he found himself saying, and he really meant it. He wrapped his arms around the younger dunmer and pulled him close, not surprised when he broke into sobs.
"What am I going to do now?" Dal's voice was absolutely broken, and it made Thoryn's chest hurt.
"You're going to be fine," the elder said it with conviction, chin resting on Dalamus' head. "You're gonna grow up and be a kick-ass archer and you're gonna be fine, I promise. Don't worry."
The younger nodded, slowly at first, but as the words continued to sink in he grew more confident. "O-okay. Thank you, Thoryn."
The redhead grinned and pulled him in for another hug. "No problem, kid."
"Ugh, don't call me that." But he was smiling, and didn't move away from the hug.
It wasn't until later that night that Thoryn wondered if he'd felt lips against his collarbone.