Watching You | By : Sanity-Excluded Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 4936 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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After listening to Aventus in his home, Aja decided to walk around a little to rid the stench of rotting flesh from her sensitive nose. Stopping by the blacksmith, she purchased a few things that she needed for her new cloak. She got back to Candlehearth Hall a little past an hour after she'd left. She would have been faster if she had not gotten lost looking for the boys home. Going back to her room, she locked the door and pulled off her cloak. She pulled out the chair from the table and she stacked all of her useable fur toward her, rabbit, fox and wolf fur. She didn't care what it looked like inside, as long as it was warm. She began with her favorite part; the hood.
She was pulled out of her trance like state by the grumbling of her stomach.
Grabbing her paper and charcoal, she walked back to the bar again. Ordering stew and mead, Aja noted that it was later than she had originally thought. Her mind wandered to the Companions. Was it alright that I just left like that? I should have at least told Vilkas or Aela, maybe Eorlund. She sighed and shook her head I didn't even leave a note for Lydia. She'll most likely send out a search party.
Her thoughts were scattered by her supper being set down in front of her. Aja cleared the bowl in minutes and walked back to her room with her mead.
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That night her dream was of Cicero again. This time he was sitting in the snow, a beautiful coffin beside him and he hummed softly to it, lovingly stroking the woman inside. Aja walked toward him slowly, glancing behind her as she drifted toward him.
There was a trail of red behind her.
She looked down and saw she was standing in a pool of blood, in a panic, she looked up again for Cicero.
But Cicero wasn't there. She wasn't sure he had been in the first place.
Where She thought Cicero had been, sat that Altmer, and the woman in the coffin was her mother. Her cold, lifeless hand reaching out towards Aja.
It was her mothers blood on the ground.
That Altmer.
Her father.
Her father stood and swung around to face her. He took a small step toward her. She tried to take a step back but she was stuck, panic and fear rooting her feet to the ground. He approached Aja slowly, his lazy saunter adding to her terror. Each footfall making her heart pound faster and faster in her suddenly too tight chest. When he finally reached her, she was sure her heart would stop. His hand reached out for her, his long, sharp nails digging into her throat.
She gasped for breath frantically and she felt the flat, cool edge of a blade pressing into her cheek. Looking into his hard, amber eyes she searched for some sign of warmth but found none.
She felt the sting of the daggers edge cutting her lips as he pressed the blade into her mouth, the edge of his blade grating against her teeth. She couldn't fight back, her body was not hers at that moment, she didn't have it in her to protest against the insufferable pain in her mouth. Her blood flowed out from between her lips in a cascade of crimson, spilling over the hand at her throat and down the front of her dress. She would have screamed if she could.
Aja awoke up in a flurry of panic, she would have screamed if she'd been able to, but the only sound in the room was her ragged panting. Wiping her brow with equally damp, shaking hands, she climbed out of bed. Sensing she wasn't going to sleep again, she pulled on her ratty cloak and stuffed her new one into her knapsack along with the rest of her furs.
By the time Aja had reached her horse, the walk had calmed her considerably. The freezing air working wonders on her flushed skin. She started her journey to Riften, hoping that the freezing air would clear her mind completely.
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