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Fria blinked a few times, uncertain whether she was seeing what she thought. The image of the daedroth’s face – and the rest of the daedroth, too, if she focused – was still there. That was enough proof for her. There was only one person Fria trusted absolutely on Nirn, and that was herself.

‘Yes, my Lord. I didn’t dare think that you would ever do such a thing.’

It was lying at her side where she knelt, looking like an innocent walking staff, and she ran her fingers across it reverently. No use trying to hide anything here. She looked up and smiled as she said,

‘I’m still waiting for the catch.’

Though he was glad to see his gift had been put to good use, the likeness of Clavicus looked affronted by her suggestion.

“The catch? Why should there even be one? You offered yourself to me quite willingly, and isn’t that pretty much my endgoal? I can be patient. I can wait for you to pop your clogs of natural causes.”

“Besides, I’ve found that pissed off souls get really annoying once they have an eternity to keep on bitching.”

Medawin’s wide grin was buried in his chest while she was being swung, but it was there alright. She sucked it in when she looked up at his face, and puffed her chest.

“I’ll have you know, I’ve been perfectly capable of living without you!” she declared, while doing exactly nothing to let go of him. “I might have missed you just a bit now and then!”

She held her chin high and put on a nonchalant smirk. Surely playing hard to get would be the right tactics to get him! That was the last one she could think of, anyway, so it better work.

“I’m sure I haven’t missed you any more than you have missed me!”

“Is that right?” Clav said with a grin most sly and mischievous. He knew all too well this little act! Even if it was as adorable as ever how hard she tried, he’d still much rather see her squirm and melt into a little ginger puddle.

A clawed fingertip ran softly up the underside of the Bosmer’s chin, directing her to face him a little more intimately, and he whispered:

“I think you’re a  l y i n g  l i t t l e  s h i t . . !”

Then he kissed her on the lips, softly desite his sharp fangs.

I'm the kind of Mun who doesn't mind multiple threads with the same person.

He tilted his head. ‘Cold? I’m feeling just fine!’ he said, thoughh is mouth didn’t open…

“Well your cock looks tiny. That’s what I’m saying, luv. It’s cold so it’s gone all scared, like a little worm.”

Clav! For real!

With a little ecstatic shriek, she leaped to his side and clung subtly to his toga.

“I am! I am! Wait, it is me, right?” Just to make sure, she looked around to be absolutely positive there weren’t any other pigtails-wearing entities around.

With a grin Clav wrapped his arms around the Bosmer in a bony embrace and rocked them from side to side excitedly.

“Of course it’s you, you stupid tit! Did you miss your Clav, hmm?”

“no he was looking for you and i want you to take him. i’m a cat person anyways.”

“Fffff will you shut it?! I don’t want the mangy thing back! He pissed all over my bed again!”

“If you want him out of your hair, you’ll have to do something for me first.”

He was frozen.

This was… weird. Very weird.

Half the words that the short, underdressed little man were saying made very little sense. Even his name sounded like some kind of rare and ancient disease.

“S-so your name is… Clav-i-cus… and’a you’re from somewhere called… Ob-oblivion?”

A deity, though… holy shit.

“Yes, sunshine--are you really that shocked by it?” He tapped his thin, sandalled foot impatiently. This human seemed like a moron--if he actually was human. That face made it questionable, to be honest. But either way, there was definite opportunity to be had! He’d never been summoned from so far away before, and admittedly it was rather exciting.

“So since you obviously don’t know shit, I’ll explain. You know my name now--well done--and yes, I’m from Oblivion. It’s where an immortal race called the Daedra live, and I’m one of their Princes. There’s over a dozen of us, we all do different stuff, but I’m in charge of power and wishes. You following me so far?”

‘Not at all, my lord! I’m sure you’re awfully busy.’ Fria folds her hands in her lap, still knelt in front of the shrine. ‘Is there any way I might be of service to you?’

“I’m touched enough by your thoughtful presence here, flower,” he said with a toothy grin, the daedroth a spectral avatar that seemed to be semi-emerging  from the shrine’s statue at this point. “Tell me, how’s that staff treating you? It was a staff, wasn’t it?”

“i believe this belongs to you? your dog wont stop talking and coming over to bother me. take him back.”

“Awww--he’s just lonely, poppet! Because he keeps running off like a bloody numpty.”

“Besides, he tends to spot folks who need help or something... so there must be something you want.”