{h e a d c a n o n}

Unless he has major feelings for you, he’s out to use you. It’s a cat and mouse game, and once he’s gotten what he wants and he’s had his fill of sex with you, you’re a stranger. He’ll turn to ice with you instantly. Nothing to cut someone off and out of his life. Don’t catch any feelings, he’s just out to murder your heart.

The lack of recognition flickering across the younger Dunmer's face was enough to cause Teldryn to falter; a rare curiosity, indeed. How much more obvious could he be? Admittedly, to no one but himself, something about Allryn rendered Teldryn wanting and lacking in all his prior techniques regarding this certain subject. His typical charm and allure was all he needed to sack any type of interest he might have. But Allryn...how did he--

His fingers squeezed the mage's gently, earnestly hoping for him to realize. His brows knit and his face darkened as uncertainty  corroded his heart. He felt warm and cold in one fell swoop, his teeth grinding down so utterly hard he was certain they would fall from his jaw. 

Damn.

He had to say something. He needed to. Allryn deserved to hear it. Fucking sake he had to--

Taking a step closer, Sero swallowed, his free hand reaching to rest gently upon the other's hip. His fingers dug into his robes and skin lightly, for any sort of anchor to hold him true to his course. Leaning down, lips chapped from the wind and sand were moistened from a quick dart of his tongue. 

"Me, Allryn. Surely you're familiar with the subject." Notice me. He'd said it with a nervous chuckle, unlike his usual behavior. Withall the courage he could muster, Teldryn brushed his lips against his younger company's. Barely. A whisper among the wind. 

With quiet encouragement, he kissed him again. This time, it was deeper, more confident. His hand slipped to his lower back, pulling him flush against his chest so that he could feel all of him as he kissed him. Stay. With me. Be. With me.

{Of Bosmers and Bad Men [Teldryn x Liethelri]}

He made notes of the snide remarks she left hot in the dessert air, apparently meant to disarm any egotistical willpower he had left in tow. Unfortunately for her, it'd missed its mark. 

His mental assault had landed with a dull thud as they traversed the market place. With a despondant sigh, Teldryn followed lazily. He watched her, with a half-interest, saunter in front of him, spouting off nonsensical topics. It was endearing, really, her need to fill the silence with some sort of sound. Was his company truly that overwhelming?

"Mmm?" Teldryn breathed, his hand reaching to tuck his scarf in further. What was this now? Asking about his prior exploits? Since when had she taken an interest in his affairs --of any circumstance? 

"It was up towards seven seasons. A long endeavor, to say the least. It paid well. A little too well, perhaps? I'm afraid any undertakings I have volunteered upon are merely to make up for any lack in entertainment I may find myself needing." His lips curled in delight, "Dwemer ruins are not exactly my favorite, but the things you see." And do. But that was of no importance. For once, he decided to keep any sexual conquest he'd procured to himself entirely. 

"Surely this trip will provide more to see and experience, no?"

{Of Bosmers and Bad Men [Teldryn x Liethelri]}

Chitin mold rattled as he made to move closer to her, his guarded expression hidden as he gazed at her. The amusement, however, was unmistakeable. "If we are to only tend to the market, you do realize we look like a pair purchasing items for a humble home." He knew it'd irk her, one some level. Maybe not completely, but enough for him to be satisfied. 

He watched her attempt to right something inside her thoughts, her shoulders tense as she tried to make sense of it all. This was new. The last time he'd been in her charge, she'd been a wrathful little beast. Truly delightful. The more it hurt and the more she stood for herself and what she desired, the more he desired her. What good was a potential 'interest' if they were uncertain of themselves? He had no time to raise someone. Hell, he was still struggling with himself. But now, she was timid in a manner she did her best to hide (or keep from him, in particular). Hesitation, perhaps? Regret? A need for...change?

"Strange thing about change, Liethelri," He mused, "You change things."  Flicking her nose, he moved away, stretching a bit.

"Are you suggesting a trip back to Skyrim? Fine by me. I needed some entertainment, anyway. Consider this little trip free of charge. Perhaps we can just make this a trip amongst 'friends'?" He muttered, tongue thick with amusement. 

The exasperation was all but written on the Mer's face as he turned, as if caught in the act, to face him. The mercenary shifted uncomfortably, straightening to his full height in an attempt to buy himself time. 

He held off on speaking until he was certain his voice would not give him away. Taking a step back, to better assess the situation, Teldryn cocked his head and crossed his arms (anything to protect him), "Allryn....if I..."

Clearing his throat, his stomach flipped and fell to his feet, crashing to the ash-surface they traversed upon. One false move and this was a lost friendship...another lost friendship. He'd lost friendships over less, of course. The mage was someone he couldn't stand to lose The thought of it alone was enough to drive him crazy with anxiety. 

The Dunmer's ears pricked forward in eagerness, his stare determined and just a little afraid. 

"If I--" For fuck's sake.

"--bloody hell, fetcher! Come off it for a damn moment just to--" 

Teldryn reached for Allryn's palm, his fingertips lacing with the other's. With a quick grasp for breath, he gave his fingers a light squeeze. With that, he gently pulled the younger male towards him, "--Notice your surroundings." 

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