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DRABBLE | marcurio

PACK MULE

'are you alright, my love?'

marcurio's voice drifted through your sun-drowned haze, the soft tone of his voice tugging a smile upon your lips. you nodded - watching how, in turn, your reply gifted his own face with an equally as pleasant expression.

the evening sun was melting beyond the vast mountaintops, the grand silhouette of dragonsreach cutting into the gentle shades of greens and browns of the hold. but dusk shone a golden glow upon marcurio's already bronze skin, his head haloed by a gleaming lace of sunlight. marc's hairband was knotted around his wrist, his typically neat ponytail unravelled so the soft strands of hair now hung about his face. as he leaned further into the words of his book his hair would fall from behind his ear, swaying before his nose until he grew too irritated to ignore it.

'do you remember when we first began travelling together?' you asked, your abrupt question urging marc to flick his gaze to meet your own. a nostalgic glimmer kindled in your eyes, the unusually sentimental warmth of your cheeks catching your husband's attention.

'i do. how could i forget the raw attraction you had to my insanely good looks?'

'oh, don't flatter yourself, pack mule.'

'i am an apprentice wizard, not a pack mule!' your stubborn companion huffed, folding his arms across his chest in defiance.

'it's one dragon bone, marcurio, i'm sure you can handle it,' you cocked an eyebrow at his tantrum, 'unless you're too much of a milk-drinker to cope...'

the broad doors of the winking skeever seemed even more inviting to you as the night began to settle low in the streets of solitude; marcurio's agitated whining echoed about the tall walls of the city as you stepped into the light pooling from beneath the inn door.

'fine! fine!' marcurio grumbled as he caught the door with his raised hand, almost tripping over the threshold as he caught up with you. much to his disapproval, you were already striding towards the bar. but, oblivious to his grumbling, you gratefully dropped the dragon bone into marcurio's palms as you began to strike up a conversation with vinius.

even without the assistance of intoxicating liquors, you found too much pleasure in pestering the wizard until his face grew hot with embarrassment. yet with a glass of alto wine between your fingertips you became even more of a formidable opponent - your tongue knew no bounds as you irked marcurio into the early hours of the morning.

yes, of course he didn't appreciate your boundless teasing. but he couldn't bring himself to watch your unsteady feet carry you past the frame of the doorway and into bed without him. he adored the impish grin that overtook your features as you spoke, the way you leaned your chin upon your palm as you pretended to glare at him from behind your wine glass, the way you scrunched your nose up in delight when he played along with your childish antics.

even now, as your face hovered mere inches from his own, his cheeks burned furiously. with the faint glisten of wine upon your lips and the dazed look about your eyes, marcurio believed you looked positively gorgeous. if only he could tell you that.

i apologize for how short this is - it was late and i just wanted to get something out. after finally getting back into skyrim after months of not even logging in to steam my love for this stupid wizard has definitely rekindled uwu