Jâhasi frowned.
âThat guy at the festival? Seems nice, just doesnât talk much is all. I…I was pretty drunk, so I donât remember much more other than his eyes. They were real pretty.â The Khajiit rubbed at his jaw, thinking before shrugging.
âWouldnât mind having him at my back in a barfight, but anyone who looks like they can take and throw a punch is more than worth their salt in that sort of situation.â
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The Khajiit grinned, despite the âscrawnyâ bit. He was a little drunk, too happy to let it ruin his good mood. âFood, booze, whatever looks fun. Might try the archery contest if m’not too drunk by then.â
âEhâŚâ He shrugged. âWouldnât worry about it. Everyone else will be.â
Jâhasi beamed before he giggled, holding his tankard closer to himself as not to spill a precious drop of the mead within.
âMaybe all Iâd have to do is just hit the target. Or at least not hit someone in the arse.â
âWeâll see. Nightâs young. What about you, scrawny?â
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âThey look like the exact kind of person you leave alone in the taverns or on the docks in the bigger cities, âcept a little less hostile maybe. Like they donât want to pick a fight. But Iâm not so sure about that, with all those scars.â
⢠for a good memory that makes them smile
He wasnât sure how long theyâd been laying here under the stars. Long enough for the sands to cool to the point that theyâd needed to grab a blanket to cuddle under, long enough for Masser to cross half of the heavens with a shadowed Secunda leading the way. Long enough for Maarzi to slide her hands under his shirt and around his ribs to his back to warm them, or so she said. Long enough that the closeness and warmth was making him feel drowsy, eyes half-lidded and taking in the thousands, millions of pinpricks of light glittering over the night sky, swathed in thicker bands of duller light beyond.
Long enough for it to feel like theyâd been laying there forever, but not long enough to want it to stop. He could feel Maarzi pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw.
âAre you overthinkinâ again?â she asked, her voice a quiet murmur, a puff of warm air against his throat. The Khajiit swallowed reflexively, glancing down a little to see her ruff of hair before laying his head back down to look back up at the sky.
âNo.â
âPromise?â Jâhasi smiled a little, his tail tip tapping on the edge of the blanket.
âPromise.â He could feel Maarziâs fingers flex over his sides, enough to tickle a little, but not enough to make him jump.
âAlright. Because you know what happens when you do.â
âSurprisingly, I havenât thought at all. âŚmuchâŚâ Another kiss, this time over his sternum.
âMuch?â He sighed, seeing the Redguard lifted up by his inhale before being lowered back down again. He wasnât sure if he wanted to breach the particular topic that had been on his mind for a while now, quiet in the background like the peeper-frogs in the marshes back home, or the far-off churring grumbles of a durzog in the Ashlands. He lifted his hands from where theyâd been resting, a comforting weight over his partnerâs lower back to move them higher to midway up her shoulderblades, fingertips tracing light circles over them.
âŚmaybeâŚnot now⌠The Khajiitâs gaze flicked back up to the skies, stars scattered over the darkened heavens that cast a faint light over the sands.
âI donât understand how you use the stars to find your way out here. The sun I understand, with how Magnus rises and sets, butâŚthe others? Not to mention you donât have a lot of landmarks that sit in one place out here.â Maarzi chuckled, twisting a little in his hold so she could look up at the sky too, snuggling in closer to keep warm. As she pointed up to different stars, the start-stop of her voice rumbling gently over his chest, he snuggled in closer, breathing in her scent, enjoying the moment while he could.
He could ask another time.
â :A time when mercy was requested but not provided
The Khajiitâs face darkened.
âItâŚitâs not a pleasant tale. Some old sailor had requested my services in finding his daughter. Said sheâd been gone for almost two weeks. Sheâd gone to visit a friend, something that shouldâve only taken few days at most. Her friend hadnât seen her at all and was extremely worried for her safety.â His ears pulled back, gaze lowering.
âI tracked her deep into the desert until I found some old ruins that hadnât been swallowed up by the sands yet. Sheâd been ambushed along the road and taken captive. It wasnât until nightfall that I could slip inside the camp, and when I found herâŚâ Jâhasiâs face twisted, his hand coming up to rake at his bangs.
âSheâŚshe wasnât in good shape. At all. All that blood and⌠I just got so angry when that bastard got up from herâŚâ His pupils were slits when he finally looked up again.
âHe was scared of me, sneaking in like that. Offered me a job on the spot. When I told him I wasnât interested in anything he had to offer me, he asked for mercy.â He scoffed quietly, his ears flattening.
âThere wasnât anything left of him by the time I had finished with him. The lass⌠âŚshe didnât make it. There was nothing I could do⌠Returning her body to her fatherâŚâ His eyes grew shiny before he looked down.
âI left town. Never went back.â
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