Eyes on the Future: 20. Reminders

The silence in the small room was tense and loaded as Kodlak took place in his chair. Aela and Vilkas leant against the desk, close to each other, shoulders touching, arms crossed. They built a front against us, or they searched each other’s closeness. I didn’t know. But both radiated nervousness and worry. It spread…

Eyes on the Future: 19. Going Home

Tiny needles were piercing my cheek, faint chinks skittering through my skull. The skin was wet. There was no pain, only a small fleck of awareness. I was so tired. Too tired to bother about the numbness. The snow beneath me was ancient and harsh, cooling the heat on my face. The crystals tickled when…

Eyes on the Future: 16. Korvanjund

The tomb where I was supposed to search for the Jagged Crown was a crypt called Korvanjund in the southern Pale. Stormcloak territory, another reason why Rikke couldn’t just send her own troops, and the easiest and fastest way to get there was via Whiterun. The Legate made sure personally that I climbed the wagon…

Eyes on the Future: 11. Home Again

“What was that for?” Farkas stood at the foot of the stairs after Vilkas and Njada had left, his face creased into a startled, confused frown. I didn’t know myself. When Vilkas came down the stairs, armoured, freshly painted, sword and bow strapped to his back and his face set in determination, I couldn’t help…

Eyes on the Enemy: 21. Change

I was alone with my breakfast, only Eorlund waving over as he climbed the stairs to the Skyforge, and soon after I heard the familiar noise of rhythmical banging of his hammer against steel. Inside Torvar called for Tilma and Ria scolded him for calling for Tilma, but for the most part Jorrvaskr was still…

Eyes on the Enemy: 20. Met by Moonlight

Heat coils in her belly, gathers and liquefies into a core of molten need, heavy and viscous. It crawls up her spine and through her veins in tendrils of pain and pleasure, makes her skin burn like the caress of a lover. She holds back, lets the tension build, the strain in her muscles and…

Eyes on the Enemy: 18. Betrayal

Warning: Sexual Content. NSFW, not appropriate for children. I stood stock-still in the entrance, our packs dropped to my feet, and looked from face to face. Torvar avoided my eyes, Ria’s face showed anxiety and pity, Tilma hid in a corner behind a pillar. Only Aela finally stood up and approached me. “What’s going on…