What Is Given (Skyrim Oneshots+ Ancano Main)

Why

You huffed and irritably flopped down onto a chair on the balcony.

You'd spent your whole day cooped up in the library lectured the basics.

Leaning down against the ledge you resisted the urge to yeet yourself over.

You didn't actually know what that meant but, you'd heard J'zargo say it when he threw a fireball at a pillar during practice.

Standing up again, you leaned against the cool wall in front of you, admiring the Aurora lights that danced across the sky.

It'd begun to snow lightly, small crystals glistening on your eyelashes.

Quite the sight for Ancano.

You hadn't noticed he was there, of course.

It wasn't until you felt the gentle tug of finger's brushing some of the snow out of your hair that you realised to someone was there.

"An...Ancano? I'm sorry, I did not see you there."

Ancano narrowed his eyes, but before you could react a cloak was tossed over your shoulders.

Ancano spoke softly.

"You'll get a cold, little faun."

The skin of your neck and ears burned.

He'd never spoken to you this way before...

"L-Little faun?"

Ancano raised an eyebrow as though it were a preposterous question.

"Yes. You are but just beginning to learn. Therefore you are faun, learning to walk. That and you have somewhat of a cute nature-"

Ancano cut himself off, clearing his throat.

Your eyes widened and you stuttered.

"H-Huh...?"

"Acute nature, acute."

Ancano coughed into his palm, rather flustered.

It wasn't like him to make such stupid little mistakes.

Ancano cleared his throat again.

"Now if you'll excuse me...I have to go advise the Arch-mage on some matters...you have much to so tommorow as well. You should go and get some rest."

Before you could protest he'd swiftly walked back inside.

You pouted for a moment before the weight of the cloak on your shoulders made you stand.

He hadn't taken it back.

You'd have to give it back to him tommorow, perhaps.

............................................

The fire crackled warmly against your palms, making you sigh in content.

The sensation was quite lovely as the fire warmed your palms.

Thinking back to Ancano's words you felt your face grow hot once more and it wasn't from the fire.

Had he really called you...cute?

Did he really think that?

Ancano really wasn't the type to be friendly and just hand out compliments.

Perhaps he'd drank Ale or mead or something...?

No.

He hadn't smelled of liquor at all.

Welp.

You'd just have to wait and figure it out in your own because you sure as hell weren't just gonna ask him.

He wouldn't be truthful.

Little did you know what you'd be finding out very soon.