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Zurin Arctus x reader. Dissident

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Both Tiber Septim and Zurin Arctus stepped off the boat in the tiny bay of Holamayan, for they had both recently entered Morrowind to broker a deal with the Tribunal, but Arctus took Tiber on a short detour.

"Let me do the talking, there is information here which we can use to our advantage- but this must remain secret." Arctus warned as they walked along the pathway and made their way to the front doors of the monastery. He quickly checked the time, and the door abruptly opened- slightly startling Tiber.

They stepped inside, and Arctus made his way past multiple priests who nodded at him. Tiber guessed they were previously acquainted, and said nothing as he followed Zurin through the hallways. Soon they entered a library, and Tiber glanced around the room briefly- a soft glow of the lanterns illuminated the room which smelt of incense, ink and old books.

Zurin held his hand back behind him, stopping Tiber as they came to a stop. You stood before them, not yet noticing their presence. Covered in intricate robes, and an aura which was both intimidating and collected. He guessed you were a dangerous person, not the type to hesitate and would get what they want themselves. Tiber watched the path of your eyes as you noticed his companion, noticing how not a grain of startle mirrored in them.

"Zurin Arctus~! To what pleasure do I owe this visit?" You hummed out. Zurin smiled, and you came right up to him, placing and running your hands down his arms with a calmed grin lacing your features. He placed his hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb along your skin as he pulled you close for a moment.

You glanced behind him and saw Tiber standing there, catching his glance and slowly straightened yourself at the presence of another person. "I heard news of your coming into Morrowind, but I did not expect you two to come to our residence." You spoke up, Zurin straightening himself as he remembered his reason for the visit.

"The risk of coming here was apparent, however the order of dissident priests has access to knowledge which may be beneficial to our negotiations with the Tribunal." Arctus said with his low voice, and you nodded your head, turning on your heels and signalling for them to follow you.

"You will need to show upmost care when you're revealing what you know, they will know that you've come to me." You warned them. "They have spent a lot of time and effort to keep this information out of the public eye, and you can use that against them." You lifted your arms up and removed a book from the shelves, giving it to Arctus before reaching up to grab another book to hand him. He lifted his finger, moving it into your grasp with a telekinesis spell.

"I will have it seen to that you are placed under our protection. If a deal is to be made then you should no longer be hunted." Zurin assured, grabbing ahold of the books. You chuckled, rather amused.

"I'm grateful, however house indoril will still hunt my order." You reminded him about the persecution, and you three walked over to a desk, where you took a seat and Zurin put the books down. "Now back to the matter at hand. These books contain information about the the battle of red mountain, the heart of Lorkhan and the Numidian." You started.

Tibers eyes widened. "So the rumours are true? The heart of lorkhan resides underneath the mountain..." he muttered, and you and Zurin gave him a glance.

"It's the secret of the Tribunals ascension into divinity- and they will likely not allow you to have access to it." Tiber nodded to your words, and you continued. "I did however manage to obtain notes about the Numidian from scholars and I translated some of the research done by Dwemer tonal architects, but I didn't get around to finishing it. You do still speak Dwemer, don't you?" You pulled out a draw in your table and took out the notes, placing them on the pile for Zurin to look at.

He nodded in agreement and  grabbed ahold of them, carefully flipping the pages with his hands as Tiber looked around the place. "It will take me a few hours to make my own notes off these and compile them. Unless there's information you personally need, I suggest going and running errands for the priests as they can rarely leave the place in fear of being hunted." Zurin suggested, taking a seat and totally engulfing his attention in the text as he quickly made notes.

Tiber nodded his head, and you signalled for him to follow as you made your way through the halls towards the common area. "You two appear close." He noted, wondering what sort of reaction you would give him.

"I collect rare books, tomes and information as seen by my library. He's been sending me said things for my collection for years, and has saved my life on more than one occasion." You bluntly told him, not even bothering to look back at him. You dropped him off at the common area, introducing him to the other priests before turning around once more and leaving him with them.

Once you entered the library again, you could tell the air temperature had changed almost dramatically, and could feel an intense magical aura coming from where your table was. You sighed, knowing that this was what happened when he focused far too hard and he would start to unconsciously lose control over his magical abilities.

He didn't even notice as you approached the table, and spent his attention flipping through the pages. Stepping behind him, you slowly started snaking your arms around him suggestively, having him flinch as he felt your hands rub against his bare skin under his robes and you rested your head on his shoulder, your teeth grazing the skin on his neck.

He could barely swallow, a knot forming in his throat as he let out a straggled but deep moan that he felt deep in his chest. A sly smirk crept on your lips, and you traced his jaw with your tongue as he gripped the table. His vision blurred and you tilted his jaw up.

"You're too hard focused. Relax." Your voice was a smooth hum which had an air of amusement and authority, a matured persuasive speech.

"I need to focus or I won't get this done in time-" he tried to explain though a choked voice, but you cut him off.

"The temperature changed, you were losing control of your abilities." Reminding him of what happened, he sighed and continued writing his notes. You pressed your mouth to his ear, his mages hood removed from his head and rested on his shoulders as you relaxed into his backside.

"You're intoxicating..." he grumbled, and you giggled at his frustration. You removed yourself from him and he whined quietly, moving back around the desk to your own spot and taking a seat. You put your feet up on the table, crossed at the ankle and your chin on your palm as you watched him with content.

He didn't take long to refocus his mind and concentrate once more, his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched as he wrote along the blank pages. He would occasionally dip his pen into the ink and out of habit dragged the pen nip across the glass to remove the excess ink. Every so often you would cast an ice spell to flick his cheek with a tiny piece of ice, just to bring him back to reality if he started to focus a little too hard.

It didn't take long for him to finish his notes, and the jar of ink as well. He for a second leaned back in his chair, inhaling sharply for a second before letting it out in a heavy breath. You looked at him intently, not once taking your eyes away from his. He stared back at you, and it was quiet for a while longer.

"You're tense." You commented, a small smirk pulling at your lips. "You ought to sort out you stresses, I can feel them even when you're in Cyrodiil."

He raised an eyebrow. "My affairs are in order. I'm just kept busy by the General."

You rested your head on your hand, now smug. "Sure sureee, Zurin Arctus has his life together~" you teased him. "Though he never finds time to visit."

He didn't respond, and looked down at his notes once more. "A shame." You added on, suddenly once more flicking a piece of ice towards him.

Not only did he catch the ice midair, you also felt the gravity of your body become much heavier and you were held to your chair with a powerful telekinesis spell he casted so suddenly. Pinned, and you could feel his tension burning away in his cores.

You smirked. "Finally."