A strange love, The story about S'iniith and He-Twists-His-Tail Options

[saqin]

This is the story about S'iniith, the khajiit merchant, and He-Twists-His-Tail, the argonian mage. I've had this idea for a while and now I've finally decided to post the first chapter.
If there is anything you wonder about, I've taken the information that isn't in the game from this site:The unofficial elder scrolls pages
And some from this: The Imperial Library

Chapter one

Silverhome on the water was crowded with people, and Gilgondorin was busy serving his customers. The female khajiit threw the dices across the table, and grumbled bitterly when the dices showed number three and one. The man across from her laughed.

“Why this must be my lucky day! I don’t think I’ve ever won this much playing with dices!” He said. She threw a glare at him and got up. The Oblivion crisis had ended, and order had been restored to Tamriel. And since there wasn’t any emperor, the council ruled the land.

“S‘iniith! Come here ma S‘iniith!” The khajiit male, who where quite obviously drunk, held out his arms and tried to wrap them around her as she walked by.

“M’aiq, I’m not interested.” She hissed at him and tried to duck under his arms. He grabbed her around her waist however, and pushed her against him. His breath stank of alcohol.

“M’aiq knows many things! One of the things M’aiq knows is that S’iniith likes M’aiq.” The khajiit answered, trying to kiss her.

“I’m not feeling well M’aiq, and you’re drunk. Come back when you are not and I might consider it.” Actually, she was already considering it, since there had gone months since she spent the night with a male before. She was 28 years old, and already a widow.

Now, she pushed M’aiq away from her and walked out through the door, across the dirty street of Bravil to S’Krivva’s house where she had been staying for a few days. She would leave to Leyawin the next day, the information she brought might just earn her a bed, for not many travelled to Leyawin.

She took out the key that she’d borrowed, and opened the door. S’Krivva greeted her when she hung up the keys and looked around.

“There you are S’iniith, I need help with dinner.” S’Krivva wore her usual clothing, the burgundy linen shirt, the laced leather pants and the doeskin shoes. She held a tallow in her hands, and just seconds ago she’d been cleaning them with it.

“I’ll help S’Krivva. Where is M’ethe?” S’iniith asked and followed her friend into the area where the food was being prepared, on the table there was some venison and potatoes at the moment.

“The boy should be down any moment, he’ve seemed very impatient the last hour.” S’Krivva answered and looked at S’iniith with a smile. Then her face took it’s normal neutral expression and she hesitated a moment before speaking again. “How is it going since Jo’Vaba died?”

“We’re doing fine I guess. At least we aren’t starving yet.” S’iniith sighed and began cutting the potatoes. S’Krivva looked at her for a moment before she began to slice the venison. Then soft paws crossed the floor above them, and soon the same paws descended the stairs. S’iniith smiled when the boy stepped in. He spotted her instantly and leaped up into her arms when she’d put the knife down. She stroke his back affectionatly and he purred.

* * *

The argonian looked up from the book, at the imperial across the street. She had very fancy clothing. Another argonian walked up to him then.

”He-Twists-His-Tail, what are you doing? Not fancying those clothes are ye?” The argonian said, and smiled.

”No Amusei, I was wondering how she looked without them. Could be a very interesting thing to study.” He-Twists-His-Tail smiled and closed the book, before standing up to greet his friend.

”You must be the most strange person I’ve ever met. Fancying imperials, bah! They don’t have the slightest bit of scales.” Amusei jokingly hit his friend on the arm, and then put his arm around him. ”Amusei knows where to find pretty argonian women, not weak skinned humans.”

”I did not say that I fancy her, I said it would be interesting. By the way, I got the answer to my application for the Arcane University earlier.” Twist said, and Amusei turned to him.

”You actually sent it? Oh my, you’re mad. A thieves guild member trying to join the mages! Now I’ve heard it all.” Amusei said, shaking his head and laughing.

”Why I’m not only trying, I’ve been accepted.” Twist spoke again, ignoring how Amusei made fun of him.

”Excuse me friend, but I really can’t believe it. You won’t forget about old friends when you are a respected mage, will you? And when will you leave?”

”In a week Amusei and no, I’ll not forget you.” Twist smiled.

”Why, friend, you must allow us to throw a party for you.” Amusei said, made a jokingly salute, and ran off. Twist smiled and shook his head, then he looked down on the book. ”On the Deadra” was certainly interesting. In fact, his interest in the deadra and aedra was part of what had caused him to apply to the academy in the first place. The other part was his interest in magic and his wish to one day become respected. He didn’t want to live his whole life in a hole like Leyawiin. Maybe one day he could have a house on the Gold Coast, and maybe even a wife. Yes, he’d marry the prettiest Argonian woman that would have him, and they’d live together on the Gold Coast. He smiled where he walked, and turned towards the little shack that he shared with Amusei.

Closing the door behind him, He-Twists-His-Tail, or Twist as most people called him, went up to the little bookshelf in the two room shack. He put the book in, and took Darkest Darkness out. Then he grabbed an apple from the bowl on the table and placed himself on his bed. He thought there was nothing better than a good book, that however, was about to change.

This post has been edited by saqin: Sep 21 2010, 04:01 PM

[saqin]

Finally finished! I know it took a long time, but it's important that the author is happy with it, right?

mALX: Thanks

Acadian: Thank you, you'll find out now

Grits: Thanks, putting this story after the end of the Oblivion crisis was good I think, now I get to really work on making the relationships and characters in this story sound reasonable, and it is annoying to run across daedra all the time. I'm going to give my characters as little trouble as possible, though there has to be some trouble considering what they are.

Chapter four

The air of the early morning still clung on to the nights cold, and he shivered slightly, pulling his green robe further around himself. His steps barely made any sound on the stones as he hurried towards the east gate.

He smiled slightly upon seeing the wagon standing there, with the female khajiit securing ropes and knots, and occasionally stroking the neck of the white horse. The horse turned its head, and neighed upon seeing him. This in turn, caused the khajiit to look at him.

“I were afraid you'd be late.” She said when he came closer, taking the reins of the horse, and stepping up into the wagon.

“No need.” He answered, putting his one bag in the wagon, and getting up next to her. She smiled slightly at the answer.

“Where is Amusei? I was under the impression that he is your friend.” She took a last look around before smooching the horse, who set of at a trot.

“He is sleeping, I did not want to disturb him.” He shivered, and rubbed his arms. He looked over at S'iinith, who hadn't dressed warmer than him but seemed to have no problems at all with the cold. She saw his look, and smiled.

“Are you looking forward to studying magic?” Her words were kind though her eyes stuck to the road, and Twist looked at her for a moment. The stones of the road were roughly cut, and the wagon shook a lot.

“Yes, I am. It might sound strange, but I feel as if though my life is slipping away beneath my feet, and I've got to do something about it before it's to late.” He said, she simply nodded and a moments later M'ethe came out of the wagon and put himself between them. Twist cautiously put his hand on the Alfiq and petted him, and when M'ethe began to purr both Twist and S'iinith smiled.

“He seems to like you.” Her comment were said quickly and it was barely more than a murmur, but Twist heard the confusion in her voice. But he did nothing but wonder as they carried on.

* * *

The fire stretched high into the sky, as if intending to take the stars down. Twist and S'iinith sat a few feet apart, eating venison, potatoes and crab meat. M'ethe had gotten a bowl of his own on the other side of the fire, but he'd finished it a while ago, and now he was dozing. The sky was lit with stars, and clearest of all the constellations was the lover.

“So, what caused you to come to Cyrodiil? You don't seem very happy here.” Twist said, suddenly breaking the silence. Having finished her meal, S'iinith sighed and laid down on the ground before answering.

“Oh I like it here, it's just that... Well, I came to Cyrodiil a few years ago with my mate. He'd been offered a job in the county of Kvatch to collect taxes and take care of the economy. Both of us were from Elsweyr, and we were the third children in our families so we could not expect any heritage. My elder brothers both joined the military, and when I left my younger sister were being trained to become a bodyguard and follow in our parents footsteps. I don't know if she ever liked the idea, but I've never been much of a fighter, and what little money our parents has will eventually pass to my brothers.

“We had a good life in Kvatch for a few years, but then the daedra invasion began. My mate was killed when the daedra stormed Kvatch. Me and M'ethe took what little we had and left, I haven't looked back since. And I still think about him.” She paused, and a single tear rolled from her eye. But then she wiped it away, and half sat to look at Twist. “Why are you here?”

“I came from Black Marsh originally. However, my parents were told that I was supposed to become a Shadowscale, and apart from most others, they didn't like assassins. So they fled, bringing me with them. But when they reached Leyawiin they got sick. Personally I think they were poisoned, but who'd have believed a small child? Anyways my parents were buried and I were taken in by the bookstore owner and when I came of age I helped in the store. That's were I gained my interest for magic and learning.” He smiled slightly at the end, and looked at her.

“I'm sorry.” S'iinith said, M'ethe had now fallen asleep, and the only sounds hear able in the thick of night were the sparking of the fire and the wind sighing in the trees.

“It does not matter any longer, I never knew them. I should excuse myself, you seem very young to be a widow already.” The cloth of his apprentice's robe rustled slightly as he shifted closer to her.

“Those things are beyond our control. At least I still have M'ethe.” She looked over at the boy as she spoke, his legs were moving slightly, as if he had a dream of playing or hunting, and it caused her smile to broaden before she looked back at Twist. And there it was. Much potent than before, shining from his eyes, causing her heart to flutter. But it wasn't right was it, the feelings shouldn't be there.

Twist arose then, walked over to her in silence, and sat down next to her. She barely breathed as he took her hand in his, and the cold around them seemed to dissipate. When he put his hand around her neck, she did not protest. Her mind screamed that the scales brushing against her skin should not be there, but she answered his kiss none the less.

“It's wrong.” Her voice was nothing more than a whisper, a last objection from her brain before it was pushed away by the heart.

“I know.” Twist answered as they paused in their kiss, but neither of them stopped, neither of them could deny what their hearts craved, and so it came about that in that one night, they bound themselves to each other in a way that even the gods couldn't deny their love...

This post has been edited by saqin: Feb 27 2011, 08:35 AM