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[white pool]

FUS RO DAH
f o r c e xx b a l a n c e xx p u s h

a private skyrim roleplay
between white pool and little wheatley
tresspassers will be fus-ro-dah'd
survivors will be yol-toor-shul'd

[white pool]

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demitrius xx ulric xx embry

Demitri awoke.

And it was quite as simple as that. Frankly, there wasn't any other way to put it. He didn't vibrantly dream or scrimmage through his brain for meaningless thoughts - he just woke up. Just like that. It felt something similar to being born, or, rising from the dead; which was much different than peering open his eyes after a long nap. He felt new, like a canvas after the paint's been washed off. Like there was much past behind himself that he wasn't aware of, and could never be. And as the man was greeted by wooden walls and the silent chirps of a robin, the sudden eeriness of that statement started to sink in. He allowed his eyes to simmer, to shake along the ceiling before they fell, slowly down the walls and onto the thick, covers draped over his body.

He didn't recognized this place. Come to think of it, there wasn't a lot he didn't recognize at the moment. He didn't recognize the way his limbs felt, the way his clothes sunk on his skin, or, more importantly, what had been running through his mind for the past... well, he couldn't even remember how many years. While he laid, silently pondering the empty hallways in his brain, he continued to search the room, hoping an object or even a familiar scent would spark something. Anything. There was a chest at the foot of his bed, a bookcase to his left, a closed window to his right and a slightly propped door only a few feet away from him. Okay, so, he was in an inn. But where? How could he have gotten here? The last thing he remembered was...

... well, nothing.

He felt hollow, like a big chunk of his chest had been ripped from the inside out and thrown just out of his reach. Presque vu. Every memory was practically on the tip of his tongue. Instead of immediately losing his mind (how ironic for him to think such a thing), like anyone else would have in this experience, he started to trace his steps to slow his already fluttering heart. Okay, alright, calm down, he thought to himself, shutting his eyes for a deep breath, and then opening them once again, just try to focus on what you already know. He wiggled a finger or two, and then moved to working the covers off his body, his motions slow and fluid, your name... is Demitrius. Demitrius... uh..., as he struggled to recall, he'd finally gotten the sheets off, only to find he was without a shirt. His lower half was luckily guarded with peasant's pants, but, most of his chest and abs were wrapped firmly with bandages and silk.

Demitri ignored it and continued to rack his mind. ... Demitrius... Embry. Yes, Embry. Was I named after my father, or... He let his hands trickle down his chest, freezing only when he came in contact with a damp spot. ... What? He lowered his head, almost feeling his heart stop when his eyes fell upon the crimson liquid beginning to thicken across his chest, slowly seeping through the bandages. Thousands of thoughts zipped into his mind at a million miles a minute. How did he let this happen? Did he do this to himself? Did someone else do this to him? Is that why he couldn't remember? Why he was in this foreign place? Was he kidnapped, drugged?

There wasn't any time to waste. Throwing off the rest of the covers, Demitri zipped up, rolling off the bed instead of sitting upwards, and placing his feet strategically so he could hit the ground running. Just as he started to lift himself up, he realized, of all the stifling discoveries he'd made laying in the tiny bed, the biggest problem: he couldn't walk. A lightning strike of staggering pain shot up his spine, sending him down to the floor with a loud wham. As he came crashing down, he uttered a shrill groan of pain, but, it was short, and soon after, he was too out of breath and in too much shock to continue his whine, and instead laid motionless, holding his breath in fear it would sent another paralyzing twang down his back. With a grunt, he carefully postured himself up, holding his upper half on his elbows and wiggling his toes to slowly inch himself forward - like a slug. A helpless, frantic, sore slug. How could he have done this to himself? There was just no way...

Demitri stretched out his fingertips to reach the edges of the door, to somehow pull it open, but, despite being only mere centimeters away, he could feel himself start to drift away again due to the sudden onset of excruciation. Tunnel vision.

Closing in.

And in and in and in.

[little wheatley]

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stand meup and maybe i won't be so small
free my hands and feet
and maybe i won't always fall---------------- save me, i'll need a saviour

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Fafner knew she had to keep a close eye on the stranger that was up in the guest bedroom -- but could happen? He was knocked out from falling downwards from where-ever he was. The female was in the kitchen, standing at one of the tables -- chopping up leeks and potatoes.Chop chop chop The leeks weren't taking long. She knew she was going to have trouble with the potatoes.

The windows in the kicthen were open. The singing from the birds made the young woman smile from happiness. It was such a lovely song the birds created, yet she'd never know the name of it. There was a soft breeze outside, shaking the trees outside the old two-story farmhouse slightly. Shaking branches, wrestling of trees, birds singing -- it seemed like any normal spring day in Skyrim. Fafner stopped for a minute. She grabbed all the chopped leeks and swept them off of the table and into a bowl. Holding the wooden bowl in her hands, she brought it over to the large cooking pot that hung over a fire. There was broth in the pot, ready to cook. She began pouring the leeks into the pot before putting the lid back on.

The blonde knew she had to hurry with the potatoes. The broth and leeks were already underway with cooking. The fire heating up the soup quickly. She wanted everything to be ready for whenever the strange woke up. As she began peeling and cutting the potatoes, Fafner kept thinking about how she found the male..

Fafner was walking back from visiting an old friend in Morthal. She stopped for a moment in the snow, seeing some lavendar growing that she just had to pick. Upon bending over and picking the lavender that was peeking out of the shallow snow -- there was a noise that boomed behind her. The female turned around, seeing a male lying in the snow. Shocked for a moment, she ran to his side. Fafner kept asking the knocked out man if he was okay. But then she noticed that he wasn't replying nor was he dead from the fall. She decided to take him in. The blonde dragged the male down the path a bit until a man with a carriage stopped by noticing her situation. Telling him what happened, Fafner hired the carriage to take her and the knocked out stranger back to her old family farm house. When arriving, the carriage driver helped Fafner take the man into the house and up the stairs into the empty bedroom that used to behind to her brother..

THUMP!

Fafner was awoken from her day-dream. A loud thunder thump made her jump, cutting her finger with the knife. "By the Nines..!" She cursed under her breath, sticking her injured finger into her mouth, hoping to stop the bleeding. She kept sucking onto her finger when.. "He fell out of bed!" Straightening out her apron, Fafner ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs into the bedroom. She saw the outsider on the floor, it was unknown whether if he woke up and fell out of bed, or he fell out of bed while still sleeping.

She ran to his side, getting down on her knees. "M - mister..?" She called out, hoping to wake him. Fafner stared at his body with her blue eyes, hoping he would wake up. "Sir, are you okay? If you can hear me.. At least make some sort of noise.." Her heart was starting to race now, she had no idea how he ended up on the floor. She was starting to feel stupid for not keeping a closer eye on him. "Oh by Talos.. Please be okay.." She mumbled, taking a deep breath.

[white pool]

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demitrius xx ulric xx embry

Demitri couldn't tell if it was the sudden voice or the swinging door that had held his attention long enough for him to flicker out of his dwindling state, but, whatever it was, it kept him from another presumably tedious fainting spell. Before lowering himself, he made it a priority to examine the intruder. A young blonde with a soft face - she looked young, with bright, striking eyes that almost stung his own if he stared too long. So he didn't. There was no way in Tamriel this was his capturer. She looked like she could hardly lift a stick. He let himself fall from underneath his elbows, his head coming in contact with the cold, rough wooden floors, harder than he'd anticipated. For a while, he laid, motionless and silent while his chest heaved up and down to try and catch all the breath he'd lost in his struggle for the door. While he could hear the distressed woman fussing about him, he didn't have the energy to speak quite yet, and instead, reached an arm out toward her, pressing his calloused fingertips against her knees to let her know that he, indeed, was alive.

And once that was done, he allowed himself a few more moments to catch his breath, shutting his eyes and trying to play the past couple events back through his head so he could get everything straight. Something happened to him. He don't know what happened, or how it happened, but all he did know was that he couldn't stand straight without the gates of oblivion opening up and wreaking havoc on his spine. Somehow this woman had saved him from this peril and, he assumed, was the one that had gotten these bandages on him in the first place. Or, she was one sick, masochistic girl who like to torture wondering men and then nurse them back to heath. He tried to rule out the second possibility, since it seemed unlikely, and foolish. It was probably the pain talking.

Speaking of pain.

Demitri shuffled over onto his side with another groan, followed by deep, heavy breaths. They were quick and jumpy at first, but soon they slowed and evened out, and he found himself with enough air to form a sentence. But he had to choose wisely, since he knew the moment his chest expanded, the pain would come jolting right back and he'd have to go through the process once again. Should he ask her if he maybe, knew who he was? No, that was a stupid question. He couldn't even begin to think of the face she'd give him. He tried to think practically. Maybe get him back on the bed, where things didn't hurt so much? Good plan. But then he remembered the underlying crisis - the one he couldn't believe slipped past his mind, so he just blurted it out, without even thinking. "I'm bleeding out," he spoke extraordinarily casual toned, his voice deep, but soft, and strained. And just as soon as he spit it out, there came the throbbing once again and he gritted his teeth.

Danmit. He should have asked for a bottle of mead.

[little wheatley]

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stand meup and maybe i won't be so small
free my hands and feet
and maybe i won't always fall---------------- save me, i'll need a saviour

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Fafner watched as the man opened his eyes. There was a feeling of relief over her. She silently thanked the Nine, thanking them that the man she saved outside of Morthal wasn't dead. She smiled softly at him, not wanting him to feel scared. He then opened his mouth, getting ready to say something. "I'm bleeding out." He spoke.

Fafner raised an eyebrow a bit, wondering what he meant.

She didn't relized what he meant until she looked down at his chest. His bandages were red now. Her eyes widened. She completely forgot about his wounds. Stupid, stupid me! She thought. I dressed his wounds and I didn't even come in to check them! Panicking a bit, her hands began to shake. "D-don't worry!" She told him, trying to calm him down even though she was the one who needed calming. "I'll fix your wounds right now.." She began tearing long strips of her apron, long enough to wrap around the male's torso.

Thoughts were flooding through Fafner's mind. For moments, she was having trouble remembering how to dress wounds. She kept tearing up her apron, making new bandages that would hopefully work for the next few hours. She began putting one hand on the wound, putting pressure to hopefully stop the bleeding for enough time so she could put on new bandages. "I'm sorry if I'm hurting you, sir.." She said, quickly beginning to put on the new strips of bandaging. "Too many thoughts are running through my head.. I'm just not all the way there in my head today.." She finally admited to him, finishing the last bandage.

Sighing, taking deep breaths -- she hoped that she didn't mess up anywhere while adding new bandages. "If it starts bleeding again.." She spoke, sounding out of breath. "I'm going to have to get you drunk and try giving you stitches." She giggled a bit, softly smiling at the man -- hoping to make him feel comfortable.

Silence.

Soon Fafner smelled something. She raised an eyebrow. The smell smelt foul and yet familiar. She kept smelling the smell, trying to put a finger on what it was. It finally hit her, the Breton got up onto her feet in a panic. "By Azura!" She cursed as she ran out of the room and down the stairs. She went straight for the kitchen. The soup had caught on fire. She kept cursing loudly, not caring if the neighbors heard. The only neighbors the female had was a family stables and then an older man and his wife who owned a small farm and sold wood for living. Fafner quickly tried to put out the soup that caught on fire. "You're kidding -- all I was trying to do was the cook my guest some soup! And this is how You repay me?" She asked whatever deity or daedra could hear her. "For once, I was doing something good!"

Finally the fire was out. The beginning to the leek and potatoe soup was burnt to the pot. Fafner felt defeated by the soup. Devestated by her mistake of not keeping an eye on the soup, the Breton made her way back upstairs. "I'm sorry.." She started to apologize to the male. "I tried making you soup.. But it caught on fire.."

[white pool]

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xxxxxx& xxx i ' m xx a w a k e xx e v e r y xx n i g h t xxxxxx
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demitrius xx ulric xx embry

The girl's frantic reaction didn't seem to help him one bit. For one, it made him want to burst out into a certain laughter that was now struck impossible due to his condition, since it was his own fault, in more ways than another. He'd casually stated that he was nearing death, and it was foolish of him to expect her to take it as plainly as he felt it was. So, instead of uttering his belly laughter, he smiled, which looked even more out of place than he already was. His eyes squinted as he smiled, and he hoped that she would take the contortion as just an unusual look of pain rather than some guy smiling about the fact that he was losing blood, and quick. He pulled his hand back from her knees as soon as he could hear the tearing of cloth, and managed to wiggle himself on his back to make her job easier. He continued to breathe heavy, sometimes closing his eyes to allow himself deeper breaths, but it was still painful, all in the same. He had to admit, with a voice as soft as hers, it was simpler to keep concentrated on her words than on the growing sores in his chest.

As soon as she pressed her chilled hand against his chest he flinched, a sharp, "Urgh!" exclaiming from his teeth, but, underneath her hand, he could practically feel her uneasiness, and attempted to quiet himself, for her sake. If he could, he'd take care of himself, but since he couldn't, he had to trust her, for just a minute. He would have responded to her next comment, but, he was too busy grinding his teeth together and clenching his fists to come up with, not only the proper response to give but the air necessary to make said remark. As soon as she'd completed, he let out a long, wisp of air, and let his shoulders relax back into the sharp crevasses of the wooden flooring. Okay, so, now all he needed to do was come up with his next request so that he could scram out as quickly as possible - wait, was something burning? He parted his lips, just about to shout again, but, the girl quickly figured out her mistake and was out of the room just as quickly as she'd come.

Oh, by the nine. This couldn't be. How terrible would it be to die in a fire when he was about ten minutes away from bleeding out from some unknown wound? He started to pray, to Talos, to Maya, to any god he could think of from the floor of some stranger's home. Yes, now he was sure of it. There was no way in oblivion this woman kidnapped him and did this to him.

Demitri could bet his life on it.

After the smell of burnt-home started to subside, the man stopped his prayers and let out a thankful breathe of air. Thank the Gods. He didn't even know what half of those prayers meant, or where he'd heard them. Just as he heard the quiet pitter patter of the woman's feet again, he turned his head back toward her, one hand pressed against his chest and the other laying motionless beside him. He stifled back yet another laugh at her next remark. Really? He couldn't tell if he was charmed or just shocked. There was a long pause before he could gather himself to speak again. "It's alright, I don't think I would have... augh... eaten it anyway," he spoke in between breaths, shutting his eyes in and out of the sentence, before he finally brought up the question he'd been waiting to sputter out. "Can you... get me back on the bed?"

This wasn't difficult for him to ask because he was in pain. No. It was for some other reason, but he couldn't quite get his finger on it. Probably because he was stubborn. Hard headed. He could only guess that was the reason why, and, it felt strange to know that.

edit oh crap sorry, I somehow forgot that last bit, so if you didn't see it already, sorry!

[little wheatley]

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stand meup and maybe i won't be so small
free my hands and feet
and maybe i won't always fall---------------- save me, i'll need a saviour

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Fafner was embarassed due to the fact the soup caught of fire. Thoughts were running through her head, she kept thinking that this stranger didn't want to be cared for by her since she felt clumsy and stupid. "Can you... get me back on the bed?" His words brought the girl back into reality. She nodded. "Yes, yes." She replied, keeping a soft smile upon her face -- masking how stupid she felt about herself.

She began helping the male up. She walked him slowly to the bed that was two feet away from the two. At the bed, she helped him slowly get onto the bed and lie down. Fafner was still smiling. Seeing that there was a bit of room at the foot of the bed, she sat down -- watching him closely. "I'm sorry for being rude.." She started, her voice trailing off for a moment. "I'm Fafner." She simply said, not wanting to get that much into detail about herself. The girl wanted to know more about the guy, who he was and what he was doing moments before she found him in the snow.

She kept silent for a bit more before opening her mouth.

"I found you outside of Morthal, lying in the snow." She finally told him. "To be honest, I thought you were dead.. But then I noticed you were breathing and a kind carriage-driver helped me take you back here." Fafner kept an eye on the bandages she placed on him minutes before. She watched them closely, fearing they would open up again.

Fafner's eyes began to drift away from the male, and soon they kept staring at the wall in front of her. Her eyes locked on the bare wall, her expression blank. She felt ashamed for knowing little about first-aid and cooking. If she would have learned when her brother was around -- the stranger wouldn't be in so much pain and the soup wouldn't have caught on fire. "I just don't see how soup -- a liquid -- could catch on fire." She mumbled, before snapping back into reality.

She looked back at the man, her smile was gone. The sound of the wind stopped, the singing of the birds kept going. There was the faint noise of the creek that wasn't too far from the home. Fafner felt a bit uneasy from the silence that was between the two. "Do you need anything at the moment?" She finally asked. "Mead? Ale? Skooma? Possibly a sweetroll?"

[white pool]

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xxxxxx& xxx i ' m xx a w a k e xx e v e r y xx n i g h t xxxxxx
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demitrius xx ulric xx embry

Managing to get himself back on his feet was a struggle, with the pain stinging his back like flames, but, somehow, after a few different contortions and with the help of his savior, he shuffled over to the bed, his steps short and quick. His back throbbed as he was lowered onto the bed, and he held his breath until he could feel the mattress sink from underneath him. As if a switch was flicked in his nerves, the pain dissipated immediately, and he took in a long, relieved sigh, letting his eyes open again after a few moments. Demitri waited for a bit, watching the woman sit beside him. His brow furrowed at first, confused by her staying with him rather than running off again, like she had before, but when she spoke up again, he realized that she wanted to make conversation. Reaching down for the covers once again, he responded to her after a sigh. "Demitri." He ran his hand against his roughening stubble, first to feel the prickles of hair, and then to scratch his jaw.

He let the silence fall between them. He wasn't that much of a talker, if she couldn’t already tell. He did, however, spend a lot of his time in his mind. In the short amount of silence that he had, he tried to recall any moment that came to his mind before waking up in this bed, since he was sure she would want to know. But before he could come up with anything, she'd already started to explain for him, and he listening intently, his dark eyes slowly making their way over to her sparking ones.

"Hm," was all Demitri could muster up for a response to her. No thank you, no explanation, no nothing. He thought it was odd, but, fortunate, that this woman, Fafner, had come across him when she did. But, with not much to say to her, he stayed silent again, continuing to try and trace his own steps. Morthal? Okay, what could you have been doing around Morthal? And in the snow? Must've fallen. But why? He was starting to get frustrated so he dropped the topic and tried to focus back on Fafner's words. Her next statement called for another laugh, this time, a noise did emit from his throat, a short, one syllable warm chuckle and a small smile.

"No. I'll be fine." Oddly enough, he wasn't as famished as he expected himself to be. He didn't know how honest he'd been out for, but, it seemed weird that he didn't develop any appetite. All he really wanted to know was, well, who he was. He turned his head toward Fafner, trying to think of a way to ask her subtlety, without blurting out the fact that he had severe amnesia and it didn't look like it was turning up anytime soon. It'd probably freak her out more than she'd already been. "Where's my stuff?" Okay, not as subtle (or as kind) as he'd like, but, it was a start. He tried to rephrase it. "When I fell, I mean. Did you get my things?"

[little wheatley]

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stand meup and maybe i won't be so small
free my hands and feet
and maybe i won't always fall---------------- save me, i'll need a saviour

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Fafner replied with a soft nod. He didn't want anything, but she still wondered if he needed anything. This stranger had been knocked on for at least a day -- it baffled the young adult how he wasn't hungry. Getting up from the bed, she was feeling sleepy now. She had spent the last day and the last night with no sleep, fearing that the male would wake up at any moment. She was paranoid throughout the night. The male she took in could be a bandit, and if he woke up in the middle of the night -- he could have stolen all of Fafner's 'goods'. But all that paranoia went away. Even if Demitri was a bandit, he was too injured to do any harm.

"Where's my stuff?" She heard him ask as she started for the door. She stopped in the doorway and looked back at him. "When I fell, I mean. Did you get my things?" She kept staring at him for a bit. After a few moments, she slightly shook her head. "There was nothing by you except an empty bag." She told him. "..Pretty much the only things you had on you was the armor you wore and an empty bag." She frowned softly. Thoughts were going through her mind now -- he must had had more things on him. But who knew how long he laid motionless in the snow. Passerbyers must have thought he was dead and began searching him taking whatever he had on him.

"I can go get your bag if you want me to." Fafner finally spoke, moving a few strands of blonde hair out of her face so she could get a better look at the man she was caring for. "M-maybe there's something on your's in there I didn't see." She stumbled over her words, as if she was hiding something. "I'll be back." She left the room in a hurry, hurrying down the stairs trying her best not to make much of a noise as she ran. She went into her small living area that had bookshelves filled with books and another fire place. The empty satchel laid by the front door, just as she left it the day before. She grabbed the bag and walked back upstairs to Demitri.

Aside his bed, she handed him the satchel. "I'm hoping this is your bag." She told him. "It was by you when I found you." She added, trying to keep a calm smile upon her innocent face.

[white pool]

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demitrius xx ulric xx embry

Something wasn't right and it didn't take him very long to spot it.

The fall in her face, the sudden contours, an abrupt silence and a stutter. He hadn't known this girl for any longer than a couple of minutes, but, he could tell that there was something she was keeping from him, and that was never good news. He instantly went on his guard, his eyes locking with her as she turned back to him. His eyes narrowed as he observed her features, and he was just about to question them until she turned and headed back out the room to retrieve his things. Maybe it was just all in his head. There were a lot of peculiar things running through there, lately, so he couldn't blame himself, but, with the vibes he was getting, it was hard to ignore.

This must have been something he did often - watch people. Predict their motions. Read their body language. Try to get into their head and find weaknesses. And what service would that entail him to? He couldn't figure it out. All he needed was one lead, one hint, and maybe he could start putting in pieces to the puzzle. He ran his hand through his hair, scratching the back of his head until Fafner returned with this alleged satchel of his. Demitri watched her eyes carefully as he reached out his arm for the pack, curling his fingers around the strap and bringing it toward him with his eyes still locked with hers. He didn't pull away until he managed to work the pack open, and he immediately started to rummage through.

Mostly empty. Go figure. Either she'd robbed him blind or he'd run into his accident not too far from home. So maybe he resided in Morthal? He could never know. He looked up for a moment, back to Fafner, uttering a low, "Anything missing from here?" He watched her again, awaiting for her answer for a minute before the Nord continued to sift through, reaching in various pouches until he came across something hard, smooth. He lifted it out, keeping it concealed from underneath the pouch. A dagger. Setting the satchel aside, he unsheathed the small bade. It was curved and jagged, but sharp, and lucky for Demitri, familiar. As he gripped the hilt, feeling the crevasses and admiring the various wears where he'd placed his fingers time and time again, he realized that this was his. He watched it for a few moments, his heart bursting with the sudden familiarity. He swallowed, then sheathed the dagger and set it back in his satchel.

He could feel his other hand tingle. It was lonely. There was supposed to be two, but he couldn't find the other. Demitri let his brow furrow before he rose his head back up to view Fafner. Silence fell back between them while he just stared at her, but then he spoke up once again while tying together his pouch. "Morthal, you said is where you found me? Where are we now?" By now, if she couldn't already tell that he'd been missing a good chunk of his memory, it was quite obvious.

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stand meup and maybe i won't be so small
free my hands and feet
and maybe i won't always fall---------------- save me, i'll need a saviour

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Blue eyes watched the male closely as he looked through the satchel. The only thing in there was a dagger. Her eyebrow raised a bit -- How did I miss that? She was baffled, not seeing how she could miss such a thing. Fafner moved back to the bed, sitting down at the end of it. She began messing with the lower part of her patched up, farming dress that she wore around the house. Her eyes no longer on Demitiri. Moments before he asked if anything was missing. She kept her mouth closed, starting to feel guilt for the handful of Septims she stole him from.

Looking back at him, she opened her mouth about to say something to him, getting ready to tell him how she stole his money. But then he spoke before she had a chance to say a peep. "Morthal, you said is where you found me? Where are we now?"

Fafner stayed silent for a moment. She thought for a moment the area would have given away their location. There was zero snow outside, aspen trees were everywhere, faint noise of water passing through the nearby creek -- dead giveaway they were in the area of Riften. She cleared her throat, nodding a bit. "We are about a few miles from Riften." The Breton spoke as she finally stopped messing with her dress. "..And before you say anything -- I know, you're very far from Morthal."

The blonde slowly got up from the bed and made her way to the window nearby. She looked out it for a bit, the skies were changing from a beautiful blue to a pinkish-reddish hue. The sun was beginning to go down, night was soon falling over Skyrim. I need to get myself something to eat. She began..Maybe I'll just eat some bread for dinner -- something light. Her gaze went from outside back to Demitri. She watched the tall male closely. "Are you sure you don't need anything to eat?" She asked. "I'm going to be starting dinner soon and I don't want you to starve."

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xxxxxx& xxx i ' m xx a w a k e xx e v e r y xx n i g h t xxxxxx
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He could practically see it in her eyes now and it was getting to be difficult to ignore. Demitri groaned, leaning back in the bed and setting his pouch beside himself while he watched Fafner at the edge of the bed, keeping all eye contact away from him. He'd known what she done, but he didn't bring it up right away. He just sat right back and let his thoughts drift away. It was an unusual looking weapon - the way it was shaped was so different compared to any other dagger he'd ever seen before, so, why did it strike him as… homey? Like holding that knife was all that he needed to be doing, all he'd ever done.

After listening to Fafner's next statement, he rose both his eyebrows with shock and let out a breath of air. He sat himself up again, slowly, this time, to avoid another dizzy spell and strain, then went to scratch his head again while he pondered his next plain. "That's quite a ways…" He muttered, mostly to himself than to her. He'd have to get going, and quick, if he was ever going to make it back. He needed to start this massive puzzle of his life right away, while things were still fresh. But if he was ever going to make it back to Morthal without damaging another crucial part of his body, he would have to wait for his wound to heal up. It hadn't occurred to him until now, but, he found it quite abnormal at the fact that his back was sore, and his chest punctured. There wasn't much to be said until he could get a good look at the wound. He could have came crashing onto a rock or lost a great fight...

He was torn away from his trance at Fafner's next statement, and he poked his head up toward her. He rubbed the back of his neck and squinted while he responded. "Bread's fine. Something where you won't burn the place down, again." He teased, but, didn't s mile afterwards. Just before she had a chance to finally walk out the door, Demitri spoke once again, this time, his last statement. "Don't worry about picking anything else up for me, I'll be gone in the morning. Oh, and, Fafner?" He let his hand fall back away from his neck and put his full attention on her. "Keep the shillings." He couldn't have had too much money on him, and to be honest, whatever she'd taken was probably enough to cover for taking care of him. As hard as it was for him to admit it, it was true. While he hadn't been very nice to Fafner, this was his way of showing it, as strange as it sounded. He looked back toward the window to show that he was finished speaking for the afternoon, and she could be on her way.

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stand meup and maybe i won't be so small
free my hands and feet
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All he wanted was bread. It was strange that she was having thoughts of just making herself some bread -- and here was Demitri asking for some bread to eat. Fafner kept staring for a bit. Did he read my mind? She thought, feeling shivers going down her spine.

Fafner was out of the room and about to go down the stairs when she heard Demitri's voice again. She went back into the room. ""Don't worry about picking anything else up for me, I'll be gone in the morning." She frowned a bit, not liking the idea of this. Here was a male, laying in bed from injuries that were caused from falling off a small cliff. No, there was no way he could have enough strength in the morning to leave to head to Morthal.

"Oh, and Fafner..? Keep the shillings."

Fafner became a bit petrified that Demitri knew about the gold. Guilt fell over her now, she couldn't possibly keep the gold now that he knew. But why did she even steal it in the first place? She was broke. The farm was making little money from what she was able to grow -- which wasn't much.

"Demitri." She started, her voice sounding low, almost annoyed. "You fell from a bloody cliff. There's no way you'll be leaving in the morning -- unless you're immortal or some sort of daedric prince, I'm not letting you leave. You need time to heal -- like I said before, you fell from a cliff."

It was out of character for Fafner to ask this way. Towards strangers, she was a kind person who was selfless. She thought of everyone before she thought of herself. Demitri was under her care and she wasn't going to let him go out in that condition. "If you leave tomorrow in that condition, you'll most likely die. And I am not letting you die." She added, her words sounding more angrier.

Fafner didn't mean to come off sounding moody about the situation. She just didn't want this innocent man who she found to die because he decided to leave when his wounds were still fresh.

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❝ xxxxxI'M AWAKE｡ EVERY NIGHT
xxxxxxxxxxx& xxx y o u ' r e xx c u t t i n g xx t h r o u g h xx m y xx h e a d
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJUST x LIKE x A x KNIFE
xxxxxx& xxx i ' m xx a w a k e xx e v e r y xx n i g h t xxxxxx
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Demitri, shocked why her sudden outburst, went silent. He blinked, letting his shoulders fall and slowly bring his attention away from the window and back to Fafner. Wow, this changed things. He didn't expect a protest from her - maybe it was just him, but, most people would be overjoyed to hear this news. She was adamant, and it seemed to strike an unusual chord with him. Demitri, unexpectant of such strong language coming from the tiny girl, didn't have a remark back to her, and instead, just watched her with the same perplexed look he'd had plastered on his face since he woke up. This was a giant blow to his plans. If he was every going to get his memory, his life back, then he had to get to Morthal quick. Maybe someone could recognize him and it'll all come whooshing back. Maybe if she just understood that then she'd let him leave.

But there was no way he would just openly admit that. He was sure that there were other ways of slipping out of this place without her noticing, and it was looking like he had an entire night to come up with different ways. So, he decided to take his chances with bolting. It didn't sound like there would be anything to convince Fafner otherwise. Plus, maybe he was a daedric god and he just didn't know it yet. Sheogorath, he hoped, since he felt like he was going as mad as he'll ever be. Demitri turned away from Fafner, flipping onto his side with a long breath and shutting his eyes. There was nothing to say. Perhaps he'd have more words for her at dinner.

For now, he'd shut his eyes and try to squeeze a small nap in before having to force some food down. To help get his dream senses tingling, he immediately went to work of possibilities to scram from this house going unseen. He didn't know what the rest of the house looked like, to he had to confine himself to the room. Break the window? He was two stories up - he'd heard Fafner on the stairs earlier. Plus, she'd wake up in an instant. Maybe he could risk the stairs, but, he had no idea what condition he'd be in in the morning. There had to be quick relief for his back. His chest he could ignore, even though it stung, but walking through the streets, hunched over and shirtless wasn't a pretty sight for the guards. A potion, then. Yes, yes, a potion...

And he was out like a light once more.

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free my hands and feet
and maybe i won't always fall---------------- save me, i'll need a saviour

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After her outburst, Fafner stayed in the doorway for a bit longer. She felt ashamed for yelling at the male -- but she was only trying to tell him how she felt about his leaving so soon. Plus.. It was nice to have company around the farm. It wasn't often any of her friends (who were still around) would visit since they all lived so far from her. Turning around, she made her way back downstairs to start on the dinner that would consist of bread.

Upon entering the kitchen, the Breton was surprised the fire was still going after a few hours of not attending to it. She grabbed a few pieces of firewood, throwing them into the first hoping to keep the home warm for a few more hours. Then it was onto making the dinner. She grabbed the lid for the pot and fliped it upside-down and placed it back on the pot. Make-shift hot burner -- good thinking. She went to the basket that was next to her cooking table, in it was pre-made bread that she bought from her neighbor two days before. It was still fresh and that brought a smile to the young adult's face.

She placed the two smalled loafs of bread on the make-shift hot burner, keeping in mind that they should only be on there for a few minutes if she just wants to warm them up. While she waited, Fafner made her way to the living area and began staring at her bookshelf. She had been living in Skyrim since she was ten, and she was surprised how many books she was able to collect. She kept searching until she found a book her friend, Tjomas, got her. She grabbed it and pulled it out.

A smile came to her face. "A book about the one they call Dragonborn." She said quietly to herself. "I've had this book for five years -- since I was sixteen -- and I haven't read it. Hmm.. Maybe I'll start tonight." Bringing the book back with her to the kitchen, she placed it on the dining table. She went over to the breads and took them off the lid. They were warm, their temperature was perfect. She placed one of them on a plate along with a small slice of butter. She began taking it upstairs, bringing it to Demitri. She entered in the room and noticed he fell asleep. She smiled, giggling silently to herself.

Fafner placed the plate on the night-table next to the bed before exiting and heading back to her share of the bread.

She sat in the dining room, book open as she took small bites of the bread. The fire was going as good as ever, being able to keep a nice steady warmness through out the small farm-house. It was dark outside now, so the fire was also a good source of lighting in the kitchen. Far after she finished her bread, Fafner was still hooked on reading her book. "Sad that this is only a Nord fable.." She mumbled, yawning. "It would be so neat to meet a Dragonborn.."

Another hour went by as Fafner read. Her eyes began feeling a bit heavy. She wanted to keep reading, but it was hard to keep her eyes open. The next thing Fafner knew is that she was looking at the back of her eyelids as she drifted into slumber. Her head rested on the table-top. She slept comfortably for sleeping sitting up.