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JEALOUSY PART 2

'GET BACK! Get back!' the guard said urgently, fear in his eyes, 'The dragon is still here somewhere!' Siralin grimaced - the man looked extremely shaken up, so she got rid of her magic so she didn't scare him further. 'What happe-' she started, but was shortly cut off. 'Hroki and Tor just got snapped up when they tried running! ' as the man talked, the young wizard shot a worried glance at Irileth. She saw Aslalf hurrying up the ramp behind them. Hearing a great roar echo from behind the mountains, everyone readied their weapons, and Siralin made a ball of lightning engulf the palm of her right hand and a twinkling restoration spell appear in the other. 'Kynareth save us, here he comes again!' the guard shrieked like a little girl, whipping out a bow with trembling hands and aiming an arrow messily at the dark figure in the sky. Sucking in a breath, Siralin raised her hands to the sky - readying for the attack.

Each time the dragon roared, it sent a cold shiver down Siralin's spine. From her position on the broken walkway-like structure next to the watchtower, she heard a hard thud on the ground before her... the dragon had landed. She couldn't see the beast because of the harsh, blinding, swirling, plumes of smoke that rose from the surrounding flames. Blindly, Siralin shot constant destruction spells forwards in the direction the grunts and roars were coming from. Siralin knew her position on the battlefield wouldn't get her anywhere, so - mustering up all the courage and strength she had - she ran down the side of the walkway and onto the battered grass. She lost her footing and narrowly missed a sharp clump of rocks jutting out of the grass when her head collided with the ground. Picking herself up, she ran towards the heat of the battle, clouded with dust and thickening smoke. Clashes of steel and the ping of arrows being fired filled her ears and muddled up her sense of direction. Suddenly, toxic heat engulfed her form... and soon came the flames. It felt like a thousand bears were tearing away Siralin's flesh all at once: through her robes, through her hair, through her skin and through her bones. The fire consumed her, strangling and tormenting her in its searing hot embrace. Then her world went ice cold.

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Farengar - Dragonreach's court wizard - stood there grimacing, hands gripping onto the side of the table. He was trying to concentrate on the dragon burial site map he was studying, but his eyes couldn't focus on anything. His mind kept on wandering off whenever he tried to read any data or draw any diagrams.

'Farengar.' The wizard instinctively stood up to his full height upon hearing his name. Judging by the small, female voice, he figured it was the maid, Fianna, that wanted him for something. He could only hope he would listen to what she wanted to say without sliding into a state of anxiety again. 'You seem troubled, what is it?' she said in a motherly tone. Farengar was quite surprised by her personal question. Farengar heaved a sigh he had kept in. 'I'm worried,' he stated meekly. The woman was obviously not satisfied by the plain reply so she urged the wizard on. 'About what? Who?' she inquired, stepping closer. 'Siralin. The Jarl made her go and help Irileth fight the dragon and...' he took a long pause, 'I'm seriously scared!' he huffed - taking off his hood to run his hands through his dark hair. But, getting the truth out really did seem like a weight off his shoulders.

As Farengar stared at his hands wistfully, he heard Fianna sigh. 'You love her don't you?' she said, but Farengar didn't reply. 'You always seem so much happier when she's with you an-' Suddenly the large wooden doors of Dragonsreach burst open with a mighty thud. Farengar ran from his position by his desk and into the main hall - heart caught in his throat, dry with worry.

The Nord - Aslalf - stood in the entrance to Dragonsreach, puffing and panting and looking like an absolute wreck, in fact, everyone who had come back looked bloody, battered and bruised. But it wasn't this that struck Farengar as terrifying: it was that his Siralin was unconscious in that Aslalf's arms. Scowling, with a temper as blistering as a searing white hot poker, he stomped towards Aslalf.

'WHAT HAPPENED? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?' Farengar exploded, not caring about anyone or anything else in Tamriel.

'It wasn't me! How dare you think that I would harm a lady like this!' Aslalf heaved, 'In fact, if it wasn't for me she would be dead!' The Nordic warrior glared at Farengar. 'Don't you even speak of her being dead,' the wizard spat in reply, 'now give her to me and be off for your petty reward from Balgruuf.'

'No! I simply will not hand her over to a raging, jealous, weak magician such as yourself!' This really set the wizard off. How Aslalf thought he was all heroic, "saving" Siralin really burst his bubble. Farengar was usually one to hold back from fights like this and take a more reasonable approach... but not today. 'Well tell me all of your lovely restoration spells you know, oh great and powerful Aslalf!' he smiled mockingly, clasping his hands together and batting his eyelids at the warrior. Aslalf growled with annoyance and looked down at Siralin. 'I thought not,' Farengar hissed with triumph, taking her out of his arms and walking away, head high.

As Farengar headed up the steps and towards his quarters, Siralin stirred in his arms. 'Farengar?' she whispered, bleary eyed. She stared up at his face as she was in his hold, and saw Farengar was red with hatred. However, his features softened as he looked down at Siralin, but his eyes were wide with shock. 'Um, what happened?'

'Aslalf came back from the watchtower with you unconscious. You have quite harsh burns, so please don't move that much,' Farengar quickly explained (promptly skipping over the part about the heated exchange between the two males), looking ahead. Siralin nodded as her vision cleared up slightly. She was shortly sat down on the large table in the middle of Farengar's room. Watching him curiously, she saw him dig out a few potions from a wooden chest. When he came back with a small potion in his hand, he looked rather troubled. 'Uh, I'll need you to take off all your weapons, because um they, um, kind of interfere with the potion,' Farengar mumbled, and Siralin thought she saw his cheeks redden slightly. Hearing him sniff a bit, she took off the dagger from her leather belt and sat it on the table beside her. When she turned back to him, he was standing closer; much closer. Siralin's heart was racing, and Farengar studied her face as he gulped back anxiety. They could both sense each other's breathing on their warming skins, enticing them both to creep even closer. However apprehensive Siralin felt in such an impassioned situation, she couldn't look away. She stared up at him, blue eyes shining with moisture. 'I'm sorry,' Farengar whispered in a breathless tone, his eyes locked onto Siralin's with an intense and captivating expression. Without warning, Farengar launched his lips onto Siralin's, catching her in a passionate and compelling kiss. To her own surprise, Siralin found herself directly kissing him back with matching ardour. Siralin breathed in deeply, inhaling the wizard's scent of tantalising garden herbs. While the kiss deepened considerably, Farengar stood in between Siralin's legs as she sat on his desk, hands pressed tightly to her inner thighs. Siralin laced her fingers around the back of his neck and pulled him closer. They heard a potion smash on the wooden floor that stained Farengar's shoe and tingled his toes.

'Farengar, the Jarl requests your immediate company,' Irileth announced as she turned the corner, 'he says you mus- oh shiiilalala~' the elf grimaced with a look of disgust and terror on her usually sharp face. Leaving abruptly, she scrambled up the stairs to escape.

Farengar quickly pulled away from Sirileth's plump lips and spoke in a husky voice. 'If you want your wounds to heal quicker, you'll need to take all your clothes off...' Farengar purred, tracing his forefinger slowly down her front. Siralin looked up at him with a knowing and dreamy gaze, and let herself be hoisted up by her legs and carried into the wizard's bed chamber...

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[okay i got a bit enthusiastic
with the last part]