CarelessTitle: CarelessMore Like This
Characters: Erandur and Maeve (mage OC; not the dragonborn)
Summary: Erandur gets a little snappy when you heal him in-game, so I wrote this drabble based on that. No warnings. Just fluff and a little hurt/comfort.
With Nightcaller Temple finally cleansed of Vaermina's filth, the people of Dawnstar will sleep peacefully, and sleep is exactly the thing Maeve wants most. The desire to sleep nightmare free had been the reason she agreed to help Erandur in the first place. For some reason she'd thought cleansing the temple would be much easier than it actually was. She'd expected the Priest of Mara to walk in, chant, maybe wave some burning sage around and that would be it. Maeve had not expected to contend with a handful of reanimated cultists and a thoroughly pissed off Orc war party.
"This is the last time I help a priest," she thinks as she passes by Erandur's makeshift shrine. It's true she left the College of
A Cure for Madness - Part 1Morndas, 13th of Frostfall, 4E 200More Like This
"Are you alright?" an unfamiliar voice spoke. Runa's right ear twitched as she lifted her head, her vision still blurred from having been unconscious. As the mid morning sun hit her eyes, she squinted and looked around curiously only to suddenly realise that she was in the back of a carriage. She felt a dull throbbing pain in her head and reached to touch her forehead, but the bindings around her wrists kept her arms close to the roughspun prisoner's tunic that had been placed on her. With a quiet sigh, Runa hung her head and clenched her teeth as she waited for the pain to subside.
"So you're finally awake." the voice spoke again. She lifted her head and gave a questioning glance to the blonde-haired Nord sitting across from her. "You walked into that ambush, didn't you?" he asked. "You and that horse thief." He gestured, with a nod, to the dark-haired Nord next to him.
Runa glanced at the other man who had then started rambling on about how the Stor