Beautiful Insanity (A Skyrim/Oblivion Fanfiction) ((ORIGINAL))

Safety

Special scene for you shippers out there... I'd better see some arguments in the comments.

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((Haskill's POV))

Sheogorath tapped His fingers on His throne. "I've called her three times, Haskill! Where is that pesky girl?!"

"I'm unsure, my Lord." I felt a ringing in my head. "But I do believe I am being summoned. My Lord, excuse me." I vanished and reappeared in one of the root tunnels. The sharp scent of insect guts hit my nose, and I recoiled. "Yes, madam?" I looked around for Regina, my blood running cold. Elytra poison seeped from her forearm. She glanced at me weakly before closing her eyes.

Alarm shot through me, and I lifted the helpless Nord into my arms. This is hardly ideal. At the very least, we found her. Sheogorath won't be pleased with her state... 

I brought myself back to the palace, where Sheogorath clapped his hands. "Ah, so you found her!"

"My Lord, she needs medical attention." His eyes fixed on Regina's limp form, and they flashed with annoyance. I was unsure what it was, but He held all rights to her safety. "Should I send for the healer, Lord?"

"No need." He stood from His throne and walked over to me. "Put her down, Haskill." I obeyed. Her hair was soaked with perspiration, and I was certain that the fever was caused by the swift-acting poison the Elytra used. A simple wave of Sheogorath's hand, and the wound stopped oozing blood. It began to knit itself back together, and her breathing steadied. "She'll be fine," He announced, pressing two fingers to her neck.

"Good, my Lord."

"Good? Why good? Why do you say good? I thought I said fine. She's not good, she's fine. She's fine, do you hear me?"

"I hear you, Lord. I misspoke."

"Clearly. Now Haskill, what did we call her for?"

"You wanted to speak with her about a portal back to where she'd come from."

"Oh, that... well, I decided that portals are... unreliable. She'll not be going anywhere anytime soon. Now go do something." I nodded and turned around, pretending not to hear the incoherent cooing to the unconscious girl. Just before I opened the door to the palace grounds, I gave a final look back and saw Him place her on a summoned bed and open a book. "The Sixteen Accords of Madness, Volume IV." Sheogorath began to read to her, and I schooled my face into a blank slate.

What are you doing, My Lord? Why?

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((Sheogorath's POV))

I drummed my fingers on the golden throne. "I've called her three times, Haskill! Where is that pesky girl?!"

"I'm unsure, my Lord." I looked over at my chamberlain and saw him wiggle his neck like a porpoise. I wondered if a porpoise had a purpose. "But I do believe I am being summoned. Do excuse me." I nodded and continued to think about nothing. That is, until she came into my thoughts again. I hated it so much that I loved it. When I thought about the Lady Regina, my usually jumbled mind made sense. I found who I was again. It was crazier than my alter-ego. I'd met her not two days before.

A flash alerted me to the return of Haskill. I grinned broadly, my mind clouding again. Was I thinking something? Probably about rats, cats, bats, and crocodiles. That's it. Crocodiles. I returned to un-reality. Or was it a dream? Could be a nightmare. Or not.

"Ah, so you found her!"

"My Lord, she needs medical attention." I saw Regina in his arms and frowned. That's not right. Mine. "Should I send for the healer, Lord?"

"No need." I stood up without hesitation, again feeling the fog clear. Regina. "Put her down, Haskill." Haskill obeyed me, laying her limp form on the soft carpet. Her skin was pale and burning to the touch. I waved my hand, and the wound likely caused by one of my Elytra healed itself. Her rapidly moving chest slowed until the rise and fall became rhythmic. "She'll be fine," I declared, pressing two fingers to her neck. The pulse was steady.

"Good, my Lord." I glared up at Haskill, furious. Oh... what?

"Good? Why good? Why do you say good? I thought I said fine. She's not good, she's fine. She's fine, do you hear me?" Did that fool think I said something else? Did I say good? What's good, what's fine?

"I hear you, Lord. I misspoke."

"Clearly. Now Haskill, what did we call her for?" I whirled my wrist, and a bed appeared. I lifted her into it.

"You wanted to speak with her about a portal back to where she'd come from." A hollow space inside my chest formed, built on anxiety.

"Oh, that... well, I decided that portals are... unreliable. She'll not be going anywhere anytime soon. Now go do something." Haskill nodded and turned around. Certain that my chamberlain was safely away from hearing distance, I mumbled nonsense words to Regina and made one of my books materialize. "The Sixteen Accords of Madness, Volume IV..." As I read to Regina, I could have sworn that she began to smile.

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I give you fluff because I didn't post yesterday. Wasn't planning on an update today either, but here you go!