The womer smiled and reached for his face, cupping his cheek in her hand and gave it a gentle stroke with her thumb. “I missed you too, Dalamus.”
"And I don’t care," she retorted, placing a hand on her hip. "instead of just standing there saying it wasn’t you, how about you help me pick it up?"
As soon as the words had left her mouth, she sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I’m sorry, that was rude. You didn’t do anything, and still I took it out on you…”
The Dunmer sighed and closer her eyes for a brief moment, collecting her thoughts and forcing herself to remain calm when she spoke to the young man. “Regardless, it is ruined now,” she told him with a stern look and motioned to the broken vial. “So unless you have a spell up your sleeve that will put the pieces back together, I suggest you move out of the way before you get yourself hurt.”
With that said, E’hla got a bucket, sat down on her knees and started gathering the pieces of broken glass.
"Then I assume you don’t mind me taking it?" E’hla raised an eyebrow at the boy while dusting off the old book.
"Oh, dalamus didn’t tell you? I went on a trip with my brother," E’hla replied calmly and smiled weakly at Tortulja. "It took a little longer than expected but it was a good trip, and we got to catch up on a lot."
"What, seeing me here in Whiterun?" the Dunmer replied with slightly raised brows. "i might say the same of you, Shadrach. I thought you had gone back home by now," E’hla said calmly and tilted her head lightly.
- "My parents know."
- "Don’t go."
- "You’re under arrest."
- "Just let me die."
- "I’m pregnant and it’s yours."
- "Make me."
- "Kiss me you idiot."
- "I didn’t do it."
- "That isn’t mine."
- "Marry me?"
- "Truth hurts, don’t it?"
- "Be mine."
- "You owe me."
- "Just relax."
- "I already regret this."
- "Where are my clothes?"
- "You could have killed someone!"
- "I think I broke it."
- "Do you love me?"
- "We need to talk."
- "Never again."
- "Do I know you?"
- "How drunk are you right now?"
- "Well that was unexpected."
- "Have you ever even done this before?"
- "I just want to cuddle."
- "I can’t even look at you."
- "What happened to you?"
- "Don’t you dare."
- "I missed you."
- "This stays between us."
- "I need a hug."
- "I could kill you!"
- "Kiss me."
- "You’re so weird."
- "Why are you wearing that?"
- "You coward."
- "You’re all out of ____."
- "You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"
Not a single word has been exchanged between the two siblings that evening, just glances when they thought the other wasn’t looking. She still couldn’t believe what Gavril had done, she wasn’t sure she ever would.
So much had happened these past few months, Gavril showing up out of nowhere, and all this secrecy to get her out of the Brotherhood. Would it all be worth it in the end or had she trusted her brother one time too much lately? A bit too late to think about tha now, perhaps.
She let out a sigh and looked over at her brother who sat quietly by the fireplace in her old house in Windhelm. She should have guessed he had been the one to buy it when she sold it.
"Gavril…" she mumbled and sat down next to him on the floor. "Why did you do all of this?" she asked after a while, contemplating over what would be the right question to ask in this situation.
"To get you out of something that would only end up killing you."
"Do you expect me to believe that? You never do anything unless it’s to help yourself, so why would this be any different?"
Gavril simply turned his head to look at her with the same empty expression she used so often, something that seemed to run in the family. “Is it really that difficult for you to believe that I wouldn’t do something like this to help my own sister? You’re everything I have left, El.” he paused and sighed, shaking his head. “You have Dalamus, your daughter,” he laughed, “even Nyra. I only have you.” E’hla felt a twinge of guilt for having doubted his reasons, but she said nothing, merely nodded in silent agreement.
Moments passed before E’hla opened her mouth again, but now she was resting her head on his shoulder. “Gav, I want to go home.”
"I know, El." he replied and put an arm around her shoulder.
Ω and I’ll tell you what my character(s) thinks of yours.
[It’s kind of complicated. While E’hla doesn’t approve of a lot of things he does, she is grateful he’s Llaara’s friend. He was willing to take Llaara out of a situation E’hla meant was unhealthy for her, and that helped keeping him on her good side. She has heared quite a lot about Dag, both from Llaara and Dalamus, but she never took any of that to heart. To her, he’s a tough kid with a solid backbone, who just happens to be a little rough around the edges.]