brothersofthedominion:
‘Didn’t realize he had a brother…’ Aldaril pondered, almost curious as to what happened between the two. He flinched again when the soft fur of his tail struck his belly again. He flushed a little when the Khajiit told him ‘yer a good mer’ To be completely honest, the khajiits words meant something to him. Despite being 7’3 and built like a bull, the soldier melted like butter at compliments like that. Although he had to admit no matter how hard he tried, Icarus was an idiot. He would send someone to the healers for even saying something like that, but in the end, he knew they were right.
“Don’t worry lad, your secrets safe with me.” The Altmer chuckled, shaking his head. Aldaril felt a sense of accomplishment when he crossed into the courtyard. He opened the door to the Hall of Attainment, happy to feel something that wasn’t bitter wind, “And we’re here.” Aldaril glanced about the halls, noticing mostly everyone was asleep. He gently lowered himself so the khajiit could get off.
J’hasi’s fur fluffed as he shivered a little at the last sharp nip of cold before the doors shut and they were left in the semi-chill of the student’s quarters. His arms initially pulled tighter around the mer as he buried his face into his shoulder, unwilling to relinquish such a warm partner before his eyes snapped open.
Trust.
He was sort of glad his brain decided to process that now, rather than on the bridge, as he suddenly let go, half-sliding and half-dropping from the Altmer’s back to the hard stone floor with a small noise of discomfort when he landed on his tail. The Khajiit shifted his weight onto the side of his hip, the poor thing freed and still hurting a little as he rubbed at it. He grimaced at the bright light of the weird liquid-light pool that was in the center of the room, slowly shifting onto his knees before wobbling up to stand. He overbalanced and fell backwards into the wall, his knees a little shaky.
“<Th…thanksh…>” he muttered, before his ears pricked at the Dunmeris and he shook his head, trying again.
“Thanksh. Fer th’ ride… ‘N th’ drinksh…” he said, cursing himself for being so rattled. He just had to get upstairs and then he could finish reading his…
“…shunovabi’ch…” J’hasi groaned, hitting his forehead with the butt of his palm, something he greatly regretted as everything swayed unsettlingly. Being warm and steady on Aldaril’s back had been nice, but it also made the standing thing rather disorienting.
“F’rgot m’ book…” he muttered. His tome of Sparks was still at the tavern, probably being burned up by that vindictive little whelp that the mer in front of him called a brother. ‘Damn it all…’ The Khajiit waved his hand as if shooing the issue aside. The innkeeper saw him with it, and he hadn’t caused any trouble.
“I c’n jush’ git it t’morrow… Fffff…thanksh fer th’ ‘elp. I…” ‘Don’t you dare say it.’ his rational side warned, but it was brushed aside for the part of him that was still dopey from the impromptu cuddling.
“I had fun… Sh’nicshe… Yeah…” he slurred, then hiccuped, then giggled. His drunkenness made him a little clumsy as he stumbled over the step or two to give the mer a big hug, a short purr coming out of him as he stood on his tiptoes, having the realization at just how tall this mer was, again. J’hasi knew he had been sitting down the first time he had realized it, but he wasn’t even level with Aldaril’s heart, hearing it thumping above him. He frowned, thinking for a moment on…
‘Now stop right there and think about you’re about to try. Does it seem like a good idea?’ No. No, it didn’t. The Khajiit’s face twitched in a slight wince as his brain fed him reason, fighting through the haze of drink that discreetly nudged away the boundaries he normally held himself to. He had drank far too much, far too fast. He had to cut his losses now, before he did something he would really regret. He was in enough trouble already. His ears lowered a little, but then he gave the mer another squeeze, tail curling a bit around Aldaril’s leg before it flicked behind him.
“G’luck wiff yer broth’r… He looksh ‘bit more sholid than me…”