Skyrim Preferences and Smut

Miraak x Vahlok nsft

Events such as these were abhorrently...routine. Years ago, these "barely held together" type meetings only were necessary a few times every once in while- but in light of an uncovered rebellion conspiracy, it was the duty of each priest to ensure the safety of their people and ultimately their positions.

As one could assume, council meetings were the furthest thing from being amusing. To make matters worse, most of the priests didn't believe there was much need for such formalities. Yes, for face value it was necessary but when it came down to it- you'd be lucky if more than a handful devoted their attention to the matter at hand. As politicians, most of them seemed to only care as far as their own personal charges were concerned. That wasn't to say all were bad though, there were a few that could see the metaphorical forest through the trees.

Alas, despite each individual leaders crippling difference in opinions- there was one statement they could all collectively agree with.."Thank the gods for adjournment."

Well..at least almost all of them would rejoice. She was different. She, in all honesty, felt ever the more anxious with each second that wasn't spent working towards a new solution. Perhaps that was why she wasn't ever known as the "fun" one amongst the priest, that and her seemingly permanent scowl.

With that being taken into consideration, it didn't quite come as a surprise to the newfound dragonborn when he found the priestess in the dining hall. Even with her less than pleased, stern expression- she was pretty to him. Her long auburn hair tied loosely in a braid, cascading down her shoulder- paired with her deep sapphire eyes and pale skin made for an incomprehensible beauty.

Upon further observation, it could be seen that-like always- her cup of wine had remained untouched in her leather-clad grasp. She seemed to favor simply swirling around the richly hued liquid rather than drink it, perhaps it had some hypnotic effect on the woman? He supposed it didn't truly matter. Not much did anymore as it stood, ever since his "dragonborn" gift had been revealed, no one looked upon him in the same light. Not even her.

Regardless of whatever unpleasant feelings such thoughts may have stirred, he couldn't stop himself from approaching her. That cold look in her eyes that sent most running, that he found so enticing, piercing straight through him the very second she raised her gaze from her cup. Miraak didn't scare easy, but with Vahlok? She was able to do more things than just frighten the Atmoran man, even if he towered over her by at least a foot in height. After all, her stoic demeanor and overall presence made up for what the nord woman lacked in length.

"Is there something you wish to say, dragonborn?" Her calm tone made him pause, his eyes unable to resist the temptation of briefly flickering down to her plump lips as she spoke- even though the use of his new title was good enough to make him wince.

She has been expecting him.

To think, him of all people didn't enjoy the praise. Power in its sheerest form was all Miraak ever desired in life and power is what he had- so why did his actions feel so..wrong? The dragonborn would dare dwell upon it any longer, choosing to instead shake the invasive image of his secret dread lord from his psyche. He knew what was to come, what had to come, but he also knew the aftermath that would be in its wake..

Clearing his throat, he'd make haste to remove the glimmering heft that was his mask- seeing as the woman before him already had set her own aside. "Not in particular, Freyja." He'd respond whilst carefully setting his mask next to her own, glad to see the slight furrow of her brow in response to his usage of her name, her real name. It was petty, but swift vengeance was what he prepared even for matters as trivial as preferred titles.

"Then may I please sit with my wine in what little peace I am afforded?" The red-headed woman was quick to respond, back to gazing down at the dark liquid in her golden chalice. "Akatosh knows that our time is limited, the meeting is thankfully due to to resume any minute now.." she muttered, shocking Miraak by how dismissive she was.