brothersofthedominion:
<“Brother, get up.”>
<“Nngh– Fuck off, Aldaril.”><“I’m not about to get chewed out by Ancano because you won’t get your lazy arse out of bed. Now get up.”>
<“Oh sweet magn- just five more minutes, brother. Please.”>
<“You said that five minutes ago. Don’t make me go to stage two, Icarus.”>
<“Oh, fuck off already.”>
<”You were warned.”>
… … …
<”ALDARIL! GET YOUR FAT ARSE OFF ME, YOU SLECK!”>
<“Are you going to get up now?”>
<“ALDARIL I AM GOING TO FUCKING ZAP YOU! I SWEAR TO AURI-EL, I CAN’T BREATHE! GET THE FUCK OFF ME RIGHT—”>Leaning on the other side of the door was the groggy and already agitated Ancano. It was hardly ten minutes into the morning and already his subordinates were like a drill to his skull. Without a second to waste, the adviser slammed his fist onto the closed door, both mer inside let out a yelp. “Keep it down in there and get ready.”Ancano barked. Listening to the skuttling on the other side, he exhaled through his nose, fingers pressed firmly against the bridge of his nose. The sound of creaking near by caught the older mers attention, amber eyes shot up to see the black khajiit from before emerging from his dorm room. His brows lifted, ignoring his subordinates and making a beeline for the Khajiit.
“You there.” He sharply addressed for the khajiits attention. “I have questions for you.” He moved himself in front of the khajjit to where he could not be ignored. “You were in Saarthal yesterday, yes? It has come to my attention that something was found there…”
Having an Altmeris accent snap at him right away in the morning brought back the Khajiit’s old instinct to arm himself, his hand going for the dagger that was on his belt.
Usually.
J’hasi hissed, jerking his hand up to his stomach to cover the movement, looking up to see that Thalmor fuck, the older one with the white hair and nasally speech that ground on his nerves. His jaw clenched, with the approaching full moon his temper was more difficult to stuff down and appear less threatening. The scowl, however, couldn’t be helped. He didn’t appreciate being ordered around like a dog, much less being forced to participate in a conversation he did not want to have, with a Thalmor no less. The Khajiit’s ears flicked back, brows furrowed as his tail swished behind him.
“Yes, we did. I informed the Arch-Mage yesterday.” he stated thinly through bared teeth, unblinking eyes glaring at the elder Altmer like gleaming daggers.
His claws were just itching to dig into that piss-pale skin of his throat…
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