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She felt a smooth buzz linger at the back of her skull as she sipped down her fourth bottle of sweet honey mead, having forced her new guest to take the toxic liquid as well. One of his hands were still wrapped in hard chains, bound to the chair, but she allowed him the freedom of one arm to hold his mead. He twirled the bottle in soft circles and eyed it suspiciously. For one who claimed to be in this form more than once he's eerily curious of simple things, she thought. Kit looked down at her half empty bottle and frowned. It always seemed there was never enough mead to numb her, but rather sober her up at dawn and ease her at dusk. When she looked up, she was greeted by wide crimson eyes and a nose hovering over the tip of the bottle she gave to him.

She raised a perfect auburn brow at him. "It is not poisoned I'll have you know," she said smoothly, taking a small sip of her mead.

He only growled at her though drank the honeyed ale nonetheless while watching her like a hawk. When he noticed his body didn't react to the substance in a painful manner he continued to drink until it was nearly empty before slamming the bottle down on her table, cracking it's already scraped surface. To his pleasure, she jerked at the sound unpleasantly, her eyes studying the cracked glass as little ale seeped from the crooked cracks and into the wood of the small table. "You wished to ask things of me, so let us begin before I get...bored," he drawled, his eyes narrowing.

Kit set her mead down and smiled. "Why would you create a shout to be human if you despise us so?" she asked sweetly, resting her elbow on the splintering wood table and cheek pressed into her hand, the fingertips of her other hand running along the rim of her bottle to produce a small ringing.

"Being the form of Jul proved an advantage, as far as I'm concerned the rest of your kin believe me to be Dilon, yes?" He then sat silent, mimicking her pose amongst the table. "In other words, I am...unseen, or rather unimportant as this."

She nodded slowly. "Yes, but you're also fragile in this form as well..." she trailed off, examining his body with her steel eyes. From what she gathered by pure curiosity, his armor looked like his once dragon skin, crooked and demonic and black as night.

"I'm Nahlaas." He paused to lean slightly closer, his crimson gaze set aflame. "I intend to keep it as such."

The Dragonborn ignored his threatening gaze and stood, walking to the fire place to stand before it. There was an ominous silence as she thought for a moment. "Can you still shout?"

That's when he stiffened. "Zu'u Dreh Ni, I do not..." he trailed off.

"Well we can certainly find out considering you never thought about it, clearly," she said softly, folding her arms over her chest as she looked into the embers of the crackling fire, her cheeks and nose red from the heat.

He noticed the wicked smile curling along her face as she stared into the fire. Without a word she sauntered past him to grab a large thick cloth and patter over to the fireplace. By now he didn't bother to watch her, but stared off, the room growing slightly darker as a flapping sound filled the area. Alduin spared a glance over his shoulder to watch as she put out the fire. Kit tossed the cloth aside and stood tall with her hands firmly on her hips, proud of her work.

"Time to test my theory!" She turned to Alduin, her smile never faltering. "You're going to restart my fire."

His voice grew dark. "I will not shout for you, Dovahkiin."

"Yes well you're also bound and I intend to take advantage," she snapped, grabbing at his free arm to toss him before the smoking charred wood, her other hand holding the end of his chain. He was almost tempted to take his free hand to choke her, but at this point he knew he needed her to an extent and clenched his fist instead while she held onto the chain restricting his other hand, nails digging into his palms as he clenched his bound hand. With what looked like a simple huff, he faced the wood, his chest rising and sticking out. I would hope this body can survive my Thu'um, he thought bitterly. He took a final inhale and tightened his already clenched fists.

"Yol, Toor Shul!"

The Dragonborn stood stiff as she watched the flames escape her enemies throat, lighting the charred wood in mere seconds with his deep powerful voice. As the last flaming sparks left his lips she moved next to him, her eyes locked on him in slight awe. He knew she looked surprised and he was as well. Hearing his own voice through that of a mere human gave him slight content, but did nothing for his burning hate of the form, his last resort to remain amongst the living. Alduin turned to face her when she slapped her hand over his lips. If she actually thought he would shout her to death then she truly was foolish. He intended to make her death slow and painful, the act itself would be infamous and gory. His lips twitched into a wicked smile beneath her cold fingertips.

"Don't even think about it, World Eater," she said, her voice low and threatening.

Alduin grabbed her wrist in a deathly grip and removed the dainty hand from his mouth. "If I truly wished to burn you alive as of now, I would have faced you and not the hearth," he said harshly, throwing her hand from him to grab his bound wrist and rub it softly, hissing at the slight pain and restriction. He continued to knead his wrist when slender fingers slid onto his hand. His ruby gaze watched as Kit loosened the chain wrapped around his wrist, just enough so it didn't sting or burn.

"If it hurt, you should have told me, foolish Dovah."

"This body is weak! I tend to feel little to no pain in my original form," he muttered, ruby gaze watching her fingertips brush over his ebony gauntlet as her hands fell to her sides yet the end of the chain remained in her grasp.

Her pale eyes lingered over his chest, curious if a scar lay beneath the armor where her sword pierced his dragon heart. Now that he was living she felt...relief. She also felt as though she failed to destroy him, hell she thought she failed to complete her main purpose as Dragonborn. He had saved her from execution only to be hunted down by her later with the help of one of his old allies and very master of the Way of the Voice, Parthurnaxx. When Esbern revealed her masters secret, Kit wasn't so much surprised to say the least. Of all the dragons she encountered, she knew they were loyal to the World Eater, even if they didn't approve of rule or his existence as the first born of Akatosh. They all served him at some point in time. And the longer she stared at his protected torso, the more unsettling guilt she felt. Kit closed her eyes and vaguely gestured to his chest with her hand.

"D-did it hurt...in So-"

"Yes."

Her eyes widened suddenly only to return to their original size quickly. "We should head out. I'm running low on supplies and could use some assistance," she stated, walking over to the weathered weapon rack beside him to grab Shockwave. She swung the greatsword over her shoulder and faced him with a impish grin. "Let's go! we have work to do!"

Alduin leaned against the fireplace, the chain pulling her forward slightly. "I never agreed to such. What makes you think I won't kill you at any moment?" He smirked, twisting his bound hand to grip the chain. With a powerful pull, Kit was thrust forward into his chest, his free hand holding the small of her back. A small gasp left her lips at the sudden closeness of him, her cheeks the slightest shade of pink. His arm squeezed the air from her lungs and she barely managed to reach into her satchel, a black soul gem fragment in her hand as the already small piece shattered against the chain when she grabbed it. Black light engulfed the both of them in a thick liquid wave of darkness.

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His eyes opened to blurred vision, his stomach uneasy. A heavy weight was pressed onto his chest, proving difficult to breathe and he blinked rapidly before his vision cleared. They were still in Vlindrel Hall, though it seemed almost quieter than before. The fire he triumphantly started ceased to burn brightly, all candles lit throughout the home ceased to burn as well, leaving it dark and ominous. His crimson stare caught sight of Shockwave, the blade shattered yet sparks still popped beside it. In an attempt to move and sit up, the weight on his chest rolled into his lap causing him to stare down. There, laying limp in his lap, was the Dragonborn with closed eyes and slightly furrowed brows, her ruby locks tussled around her head. He moved his chained hand to remove her from him when her opposite hand moved also. With a grunt he raised his hand above his head, her hand following. The chain had turned ebony, smoke emanating from it's flawless surface. It wrapped each of their wrists in what seemed like an endless chain to bind them together, though when the chain made contact with their gauntlets, the color faltered and changed. Alduin eyed the chain around his wrist as the color burned a fiery red, and a soft blue around Kit's wrist. Her lips parted slightly to let out a soft groan, her eyes fluttering open. She growled and sat up, unaware she was atop him and went to grab her head when his hand flicked over and hit her chin lightly.

"Oh ow...what in the name of Talo-" She went silent mid sentence to stare at his hand, slightly limp in front of her face. With a tiny squeak she lifted her own hand, mimicking Alduin's previous actions. "This was not what I was planning," she muttered.

Alduin snorted. "And what did you think would occur?" He waved his hand with disgust and narrowed his eyes at her. "I should have set you aflame, Dovahkiin."

"Kit."

He raised a brow at her. "What?"

Her serene face contorted into a cruel scowl. "It is my name and you better damn well use it. Besides I thought the fragment would atleast shock or burn you," she snapped, whipping her hand past the front of each of them to bring his following hand to hit him across the face. Much to her amusement his hand struck his own cheek with a small pop. When he looked at her with a burning glare, she gave an innocent shrug. "My intentions were good I promise."

"Ag Ko Fin Nil."

She laughed lightly at his snide response, but ignored it with the wave of her free hand. "If I go down, you're going down with me...literally." In one fluid motion she stood, Alduin in tow. They remained silent for what seemed like ages as they examined the smokey chain between them. Kit's hand brushed over his side of the chain, the fiery red turning to a soft purple. "Well that's new," she mumbled.

He didn't wait for her to say anything else, but turned and began to walk away, pulling her along effortlessly.

"H-hey! What are you doing?" she questioned, jogging beside him.

His eyes caught hold of her curious pale gaze. "You needed supplies, yes? And I suggest we find a way to...remove this burden," he said slowly, only pausing in step to allow her to keep up with his long strides. Before he could open the dwarven door, she rushed in front of him. As he looked down at her he noticed she was rather...small for a Nord, making her look more fragile. It didn't help the stone expression on his face however. "What?"

Kit smirked. "Does this mean we're temporary best friends?"

"No."

She snorted and gave a light humorless laugh. "Good enough, let us be off!"

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A/N I hope you guys like my little tale so far! I'm trying to make chapters longer and having writer's block isn't helping, but I hope you're liking this so far and I appreciate your reviews!

~KitSlayer

Jul – Human/Mankind

Dilon – Dead

Ag Ko Fin Nil – Burn in the Void