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Ancano’s Fucking Bitch Fit – Ancano/Icarus/J’hasi

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Ancanos eyes followed the khajiit like a hawk, until he was interrupted by the sound of his… subordinates.

<”Look, just hold still for five seconds Icarus.”>

”Mmmprh mprhmrph mrrrph–”

A smothered thud.

<”Augh!! Aldaril you fucking glan’nt! You almost knocked my teeth out!”>

<”Well maybe if you weren’t squirming around like a godsdamned sprat that wouldn’t be a fucking problem!”>

Ancano massaged his temples firmly, exhaling deeply through his nostrils as he fought the urges of wringing the neck of whoever sent him these two imbeciles.

The door slammed open, his justiciar scrambling out of the door, <”Kiss my arse, Al, I’m going to class!”> The mer spat, hustling to the exit before Ancano grabbed him by the hood, making Icarus audibly yelp.
<”Keep an eye on that Khajiit.”> Ancano pulled the justiciar inches away from his face.

<”Wait what?”>

<”You heard me.”> Ancano scowled, tightening his grip onto the mers hood. <”He may be hiding information on what you all found yesterday. Keep an eye. On that. Khajiit.”>

<“…Yes sir.”> Icarus’ eyes glanced to the side, pursing his lips in a long exhale before responding begrudgingly.

<“Good. Then we’re done here.”> Ancano released his subordinate, <“You two are in the same class, are you not? Get moving.”>

<“Yes sir.”> Icarus grumbled, massaging his reddened cheek as he moved briskly through the doors and into the thrice-damned cold of Eastmarch.

Damn that cat. Had to make things difficult for him at any given time.

Guilt- Aldaril/Jhasi

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“Unless I get dish-…discharged er somthin’. I up n’ quit now, I may as well put my head on th’ choppin’ for desser- desertion.” Aldaril picked up the bottle, giving it a swirl, “ ‘Sides, when-when-… If I stop now, I canna– I can’t support th’ rest of my family– My aunt. Sh-shes the uh-… We’d be orphans on th’ street if not fer her.” He took another swig of the wine, head thumping on the support of the bed, “Rest of th’ family didn’t wan’ us… Icarus speshif–.. speh– fuck–specifically.”

He rested his face into his palms, fingers clutching onto his brows, “We were dumb kids, y’know- dumb an’–dumb and angry. Some Nords took a-a-a hit at uh– at our home. Next thing ya know, our cousin gets lopped in half in th’ Great War. Our uncle nearly follows an’ I gotta drag ‘im out of a legion camp and — an’–”

His fingers wrung the neck of the bottle. He could almost smell the metallic tang of blood, almost feel the warm fluid seeping into his arms as the recollections flooded his memory. His chest lifted rapidly before desperately taking the bottle into his mouth. He slammed the bottle down, missing the carpet; glass scatted across the floor in all directions. “Sleck!” The intoxicated mer cursed under his breath, glancing sheepishly at the khajiit, “S-… Sorry about that, cerum.”

J’hasi jumped at the sound of shattering glass, seeing the sharp shards of green scattering over the stone under them with a splattered puddle of wine. He huffed quietly, knowing that with the mer drunk, he was going to get more than one piece buried in his foot or something if he didn’t clean it up. He waved the Altmer off, pushing himself up into a crouch, starting to gather up the shards in a pile, his tail flicking slowly behind him as it smoothed out to its normal size.

“I see…” he murmured quietly, silent for a moment, pausing with his fingers touching a shard of glass before he hooked his claws under it, pulling it up and into his palm, the edge scraping the stone quietly before tinking against its fellows in the growing pile. The Khajiit took a slow breath as he worked on cleaning up before speaking again.

“I’m…sorry that your family was hurt. The war…wasn’t kind to anyone, least of all those who lost something important because of it…” J’hasi’s ears lowered, feeling emotion pool into his chest as he picked up the shards, reminded of Baht’s gleaming scales, all proud and excited to join the Blades…only to be shot down, an arrow piercing through his back, into his stomach…blood, blood everywhere…

Watching the fear in his eyes when he came back to scoop the Saxhleel up out of the snow, tears, whimpering as the last little bit of light in his eyes faded away…quiet, whispered panic in his hisses of Jel before…silence, nothing but dead air from dead lungs escaping into the frigid mountain winds…

J’hasi started a little at something hitting his thumb, looking down and seeing his fur was damp on the back of his hands, turning his face to swipe away the tears pooling up in his eyes before Aldaril could notice. He let out a slow breath, his voice sounding a little more fragile.

“I hope that you’re allowed to go home soon. Start a different career. Convince your brother to take up work where his mouth is less likely to get him into trouble, maybe.” he said, gathering up the last of the glass and looking at the wine dripping off the sharp edges.

“While it was a choice made out of anger, I hope it’s not one that costs you everything.”

Hitting The Books – Icarus/J’hasi

The Khajiit set down a new stack of books to check out on Urag’s desk, a soft puff of air barely rippling a page of the checkout tome. The Orismer got up wordlessly and started checking the titles, writing them down in a neat, tidy script in the checkout before allowing J’hasi to sign for them.

“You know the drill.” he rumbled, giving a stern look to the Khajiit, who nodded.

“No eating or drinking with them around, wash my hands before handling them, and if I damage them in any way, I will be painfully ripped apart by Atronachs.” he recited in a neutral deadpan. Urag rose a brow.

“Good. Glad that someone actually listens.” J’hasi let out a huff of breath, cricking his neck before carefully loading up the books into his pack. He paused before putting the last one in, looking up at the Orc, who in turn looked at him, already expecting a question from the Khajiit’s expression.

“What is it?” he asked, a little resigned to this student’s endless questions. J’hasi slipped the last book into his pack before fidgeting with his bandages, ears pulling back a little.

“Um… I…I need to learn about something we found in Saarthal.” Urag sighed.

“Finally getting on that project, are we?” The Khajiit felt a bit of heat touch at his face, a hint of a scowl pulling as well. Better now than right after the discovery when that old Thalmor fuck was asking him questions about it. He’d been far too interested as a mere ‘advisor’.

“Where is the alcohol? Please don’t tell me that I came to a party without any mead, at least.”

While J’hasi initially wanted to just tell the mer to fuck off, he instead smirked at the Thalmor whelp, tail curling mischievously behind him.

“Oh, you missed out. Nords and their booze, y’know. I got the last mug.” The Khajiit grinned before tipping back his tankard, gulping down the spiced mead, bringing up his opposite hand to signal him to hold on a moment until he had drank it all down in one go. He licked his chops, smacking his lips with a satisfied huff.

“Good stuff. Real shame.”

Ancano’s Fucking Bitch Fit – Ancano/Icarus/J’hasi

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Ancano stiffened his lower lip, brows crooked at the khajiits very obvious distaste of him. Still, there was a light snort in amusement at the comment towards that useless subordinate of his. The lightheartedness, however, was finished as quickly as it was started. He had questions, and he wanted answers. Now.

“Something was discovered in Saarthal that was significant enough that Tolfdir sent two new members of the college, alone, to deliver word…”

He crossed his arms, clutching the arm of his robes. There was no doubt in his mind that the khajiit was on to him. He needed to keep an eye on him…

“That sounds precisely like the sort of thing that should matter to everyone.” His voice lowered ever so lightly, “Especially me.”

He took a step back from the khajiit, glancing behind him at his two subordinates, who were now struggling to peel the ice from the shorter ones mouth, before making eye contact at the khajiit one last time.

“Thank you for your… ‘help.’ You may go now.”

The Khajiit shrugged, rolling his eyes as he turned to leave, trying to appear as aloof as possible with a muttered ‘whatever’ while also being intensely aware of the Thalmor’s scent, the sound of his heart, wanting to be sure he wasn’t going to follow or stab him or…something while his back was turned before he left. He pushed the door open a little wider than usual, or necessary, letting in a blast of frigid Skyrim morning air, trying not to smirk but failing at the thought of the Thalmor whelp’s shrieking at the chill, if his mouth wasn’t currently frozen shut.

J’hasi pulled his scarf up over his mouth and nose, huffing out a breath in the cold before heading for the Arcaneum for his usual morning visit before class began. Part of him wanted to research what they had found, or at least the amulet, but…it seemed unwise for right now. The old fuck was far too interested.

A day or two, maybe. Some time for Ancano’s interest to die down, and if he was spying on him, long enough to lure the bastard’s guard down. The Khajiit smirked a little under his scarf, glad he already had a routine of going to the library every day, several times a day. It made things a lot easier, and honestly it was child’s play compared to what he had to do in the past when dealing with the Thalmor. He just had to be patient…

School is not for Horsing Around- TAKE 2 Icarus/Jhasi

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Icarus shuffled his way down to the Hall of Elements. He curled his lips inward as he felt most of the attending students glaring at him– probably due to the incidents from last night, Ancano included– Fuck, that godsdamned mer was there already. Somewhat thankfully, he had seemed rather occupied by the… They were calling it The Eye now, weren’t they? Didn’t matter, it kept Ancano off his arse, thats all he needed.

The justiciar recomposed himself as he gave the students a smug scoff. He looked around– he didn’t see the cat around thankfully, maybe today would be a good day.

He crooked his brow his brow when it wasn’t Faralda approaching the class, but another mer he had seen around the college as of late. He wasn’t sure what to make of him, his first guess by his appearance was a Bosmer, but that mer was far too tall for a Wood Elf, and blue-eyed Altmer were too rare of a sight to see around Skyrim, plus the lack of an Altmeri accent.

“Greetings class. Faralda has-has c-come down with the- uh- the uh– th-th-the flu. I’d ad-ad-advise t-to stay clear if-if you uh– you see her and lets all re–uh-remember th-that I am not a ch-ch-charity healer if you uh– get sick, I have bills t-t-to pay too.” The mer centered himself between all of the students, “Th-th-this is the uh– the uh– destr–uh-… destruction class, yes? Is thi- Is this everyone?”

Icarus rolled his eyes. It’d be sunset before this instructor finishes the godsdamned role call.

After last night’s shift, the resulting lack of sleep, the splitting headache from the morning after, and the stress of knowing he’d been spotted in his ‘wolf form by the Thalmor whelp wasn’t really dulled all that much by his hastily-drunk mead, and in fact, only seemed to worsen things, especially light… Light was…not comfortable at all… It wasn’t helping his churning stomach, either… The Khajiit just wanted to sleep and get something in his stomach to calm it down, but he had class this morning, and he was cutting it awful close already. He wasn’t looking forward towards a reprimand from Faralda on top of it all. It was bad enough that he had to deal with the whelp in class.

J’hasi managed to slip into the classroom in the nick of time, but unfortunately seeing who was in the room made the morning ten times worse than it already was. The two Thalmor he never wanted to see again and…by the Hist that was…

Oh no…

The Khajiit could just feel his insides cringing at the sight of that mer he’d met at the inn, the one that had patched him up. Granted he’d probably saved his life, but…Hist, couldn’t’ve he been just a little bit gentler about it? And the tail end of his introduction made his stomach feel even worse…he was going to be teaching them in the class he most often got hurt in… Maybe…maybe he could still sneak out…?

Unfortunately Ancano’s eyes had caught sight of him, and the Khajiit’s muzzle wrinkled in the barest hint of a scowl. He wasn’t going to let that bastard think he was leaving because of him. He wasn’t afraid of that snooty, crooked-nose pompous fuck. J’hasi quietly made his way towards the other students, slipping in next to Brelyna, getting a brief, mildly-surprised glance from her before she returned her attention to the new mer up front.

Ancano’s Fucking Bitch Fit – Ancano/Icarus/J’hasi

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The Altmer was barely able to get “I am well aware,” from his lips before he was interrupted by the muffled yet loud Altmeris coming from his subordinates room.

<“Godsdammit Aldaril , how many times do I have to day this before it gets through your skull?! Quit stealing my razor blades! Go get your own!”>

<“Keep it down, the hell are you going on about? I don’t have them.”>

<“The hell is that in your hand then?”>

… …

<“Oh for fucks sake, Icarus, I ran out! You buy these things a septim a dozen– one missing razor blade is not going to kill you!”>

<“So take your lazy arse to the wench uptown and go buy some, you half-witted glan’nt! Stop stealing mine, or I am going to stab you!”>

Ancano inhaled deeply, one hand pinching his brows, and the other lifting a finger at the khajiit while mouthing the words, ‘stay right there.’ The Thalmor agent briskly made his way to the door, kicking it open before storming in on his subordinates.

<“By the Gods,old man, do you mind?! We’ll be ready in fi–MMPHMMRPHHMRPH?!”>

<“Don’t say I didn’t war-…”>

Ancano emerged from the room, brushing icy residue from his hands, before slamming the door closed. He approached the khajiit once more, “Tolfdir is still in Saarthal, is he? I shall be expecting a full report from him when he returns.”

J’hasi took the chance to move closer to the door, refusing to let this old Thalmor bastard block the way to the exit again, his arms folded across his chest with a slight scowl lingering on his face. When the Altmer returned, the Khajiit’s tail swished sharply behind him, ears flicked back under his hood.

“Why does this matter to you anyways? You’re just making sure that the short one doesn’t burn down the town while he’s here, aren’t you?” While he knew full well that couldn’t be the only reason these bastards were here, he had to play dumb. Maybe he’d get lucky and get a hint of their motives, or at least a scent of deceit. He couldn’t be too careful, and Faralda’s warning was still very fresh in his mind yet. They were up to something.

Granted, the Thalmor always were, but if the Khajiit was going to be here for any length of time, he needed to know and he needed to know now.

Ancano’s Fucking Bitch Fit – Ancano/Icarus/J’hasi

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<“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…

Guilt- Aldaril/Jhasi

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Aldaril inhaled, curling his lips inward, “…Y-… Yes n’ no.” He took another swill of the wine, “He joined cos’ I joined, an- and– an–” His body jolted from a hiccup, “Y’ask me, he’s here cos’ he tryin’ to be somethin’ he uh– he’s tryin’ to be something he can’t— he shouldn’ be tryin’ to be. Cos’ erryone at home treats ‘im like gryphon shit. Callin’ ‘im ‘hulkynd’ or ‘ephem’ over stupid shit like brown eyes or somethin’.’”

He grimaced, hands clutching his face, he wasn’t sure talking about this kind of shit to a complete stranger was the best idea, but in his groggy mind, for once having this filth lifted off his chest felt nice… Y’know?

“I shoulda stopped ‘im, y’know? We’re th’ only thing we…– we got fer eachother, y’know what I’m sayin’? I shoulda told ‘im to go home an’ that he ain’ got no place ‘ere, but everytime he did do somethin’ right and got praised for, he lit up like fuckin’ Saturalia lights– actin’ like he ain’t ever got praised before or like tha’ was the first time he ever been accepted an I–”

He exhaled deeply, taking another gulp of wine, his arm sloppily dropping to the floor. “I ain’ got th’ heart to strip ‘im of what little acceptance he gets.”

The Khajiit’s ears flicked back, swallowing. He’d be lying if the mer’s mood wasn’t affecting his own, in fact he almost…felt bad for the guy. While he couldn’t make a lot of sense out of the details of Aldaril’s confession, it was clear he cared about his brother and felt it was his fault he turned out like…well, an arrogant Thalmor s’wit, entertaining delusions of superiority. J’hasi rubbed the side of his jaw, looking down at the worn straps of his boots, tail curling around his ankles. It was a lot to process, but once he understood the gist of it, he sighed, hunkering down and hugging his knees.

“I know arguing with a drunk isn’t all that effective, but…you really shouldn’t blame yourself. His choices are his own. His behavior is his own. No one twisted his arm into joining, and no one is twisting it for him to stay.” The Khajiit’s head barely turned, glancing at the inebriated Altmer at his side, his voice soft.

“No one is twisting yours either, from what I can tell. If…if this life, this cause isn’t one you believe in…can’t you just…leave?”

Ancano’s Fucking Bitch Fit – Ancano/Icarus/J’hasi

When out on the road, the Khajiit found that mornings typically were quiet, calm things, watching the sun rise with either quiet, sleepy incomprehension and mild awe, or groaning and pulling his blankets over his head to ease the agony of a hangover.

That was not the case in Winterhold.

Hearing others wake up in various states of mind, scrambling for clothes and books and homework before shuffling off to get a bite before class was noisy, irritating depending on who or what he could hear, and by the Hist he could hear everything in this damned hall. Even without his sensitive hearing, everything echoed and made it impossible to have a private conversation in this place.

As it was this morning, hearing the Thalmor brothers downstairs bickering about something, J’zargo striking up a conversation with a less-than-enthused Onmund, and it was just too much for his hungover mind to handle right now, pulling his blankets and furs over his head in a vain attempt to muffle the noise. It was only a few moments of silent cursing before J’hasi shoved them off of his head, groping for the water he usually set out for himself in the mornings after drinking.

The Khajiit only found a half-empty bottle of mead, hissing out a quiet curse in Jel before tipping the rest down his throat. He swiped the back of his hand over his mouth, grimacing at how godsdamned dry it was before getting up and getting ready for class.