Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141119151542/@comment-3293219-20141119183145

Ailen awoke, in a familiar place, the place where she always woke, whenever she was at home, in Azarath's bed.

The Mediator sat beside her, looking like he was sleeping with his eyes open, more out of it than one who had zoned out but he quickly snapped out of his trance as he saw his second awake. The Dunmer sat up and leant forward, bringing his hands together as her eyes opened and she groaned, she took one tired look at him before smirking and closing her eyes again.

"You look like my Grandfather, with that beard..." She mumbled, closing her eyes and resting them as Azarath laughed, very faintly, little amused him these days. The Dunmer's large, bushy beard did age him considerably but nobody saw him, so he didn't care...

Somehow, he was convinced, by someone, to grow his handlebar moustache into a full on beard but it had overgrown, due to his isolation.

Ailen didn't care, she was all over him, most of the time, it was one of few things that prevented her from biting his lips and causing them to bleed, whenever she got too eager. The Bosmer's loyalty was almost unfazable, with little to no causes of doubt, her addiction to violence and carnage kept them together over the last few years and she was possibly his only friend.

"I'll... Trim it..." He mumbled, though he refused to promise anything.

"How're you feeling?"

"Like shit..." Ailen sighed, wincing as every muscle ached, practically debilitating her...

"I mean... That prick hit me, with a lightning bolt, just as I was about to kill the Breton bitch..."

"What prick? Who?"

"Tyranosaurus or whatever the fuck his name was... He packs a hell of a punch... Spark... Whatever..." She mumbled in response, her breathing was rather heavy, like she'd been gut punched.

"Wait... So that fucker did this?" Azarath asked, practically seething at this point.

"The one who killed that... Prick from Whiterun?"

"The very same..." Ailen coughed, trying to sit up but her whole body flared up, Azarath took her pillow and propped it, so that she could sit up.

"He... Betrayed us."

"No he didn't, you have to trust someone to be betrayed, anyone who trusts that self righteous, goat fucking prick deserves to be betrayed..." The Mediator grumbled, looking over to the door to his office before sighing, heavily.

"I'll look into this, with those vigilante pricks gone? This shit'll be easy..." He added, standing up and walking to the foot of her bed, staring down at her.

"Anything else you need before I start work?"

The Bosmer glanced down to his waist and grinned before looking back up to him, with a weak smile.

"I can... Think of a few things that I need..."

This made Azarath chuckle a little but he knew that she was too weak right now, so he shook his head, he needed her at her full strength, afterall.

"Later..." He concluded before walking out of the room, leaving Ailen dissapointed. The Bosmer rolled her eyes before rolling over herself and bringing her pillow down, returning to sleep.