ʜ ᴇ ʀ ᴏ // Teldryn Sero

o.1.9 // preparations

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No one's POV
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Rhea woke up decently early the next morning. She groaned quietly, going to move to lay on her side until she felt the weight on her stomach. The dragonborn looked down, seeing a sleeping dunmer with his head on her abdomen. His arms still wrapped loosely around her waist, as hers wrapped around him. She smiled softly, hand going to his hair like the night before.

Thoughts ran rapid in her head.

What is Mora doing right now? What is Miraak doing? Did she have a chance against another Dragonborn? Let alone with the power of a Daedric Prince. Maybe Paarthunax could help- or Sheogorath! Well...maybe not him. Perhaps Nazir could. He always had good insight. Or- Sanguine? He was a powerful daedra! But, his best trait is alcoholism, so that's a no. Hell, she didn't know anyone who had dealt with Mora that hadn't turned out to be insane. Or maybe she just needed to find someone who was insane anyways. Cicero? Oh what the fu-

A groan interrupted her thoughts. Teldryn's face scrunched up as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Mmmh...s' too early." The mercenary whined. Rhea chuckled softly, fingers twirling a little strand of his hair.

"Goodmorning, Tel." She smiled, rubbing his shoulder gently.

Teldryn peeked an eye open, looking up at her with a drowsy grin. "G'mornin'." He hummed, voice thick with sleep. His arms tightened around her as he adjusted his position, head laying on her chest with his face buried in the crook of her neck.

"Wha' time ish it?" His voice came muffled against her skin.

Rhea giggled, taking a glance at the sun from the window. "I'd say around seven-thirty." She hummed, gently massaging his scalp as he groaned again, but louder.

"Ish too early!" He drawled, squeezing her waist a bit. Rhea sighed, pulling the blankets up over his bare shoulders. She admired the tattoos on his skin for a moment. They were all well done- ink creating beautiful patterns against his dark complexion. The scars that littered his body only brought out the color more.

"We have things to do today, Teldryn." She murmured to him. "I gotta talk to some people. Maybe get some tips on fighting Miraak."

Teldryn shook his head slightly, begrudgingly pulling away and sitting up, letting the blankets fall to his waist. He yawned, stretched, and then got up out of bed. "Fine, fine. I guess we have to be productive again. It's not hard to take a break, y'know." He scoffed, pulling on a white t-shirt.

Rhea rolled her eyes, sitting up and pulling on some clothes that weren't her pajamas. Which, just consisted of her Guild Master armor. No hood. Everyone in Tamriel had gotten used to her Nightingale get-up, so there really wasn't a point in hiding her face in Skyrim, at least. "This is a break. I'm usually up at four doing some tasks for whoever the fuck." She hummed, slipping into her boots.

Teldryn raised an eyebrow, heading to the mirror to fix up his war-paint. "Seriously? How can you live like that? A workaholic Dragonborn." He teased. Rhea huffed, walking over to him so she could also see her reflection.

"I'm a busy woman. I have certain standards i gotta live up to. Responsibilities of a dovahkiin." She mocked the Greybeards with that one. Her Dunmeri companion looked to her.

"What the fuck does that mean?" He asked, confused.

"Dragonborn, in the tongue of the dragons themselves. Hey! I know a language you don't know, and you know one that I don't! Look at us go." Rhea grinned while Teldryn rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Yes, serjo. It seems so." He hummed in annoyance, setting aside the paint and small brush before moving to get his armor on, save the helmet.

"No helmet today?" Rhea teased, pulling her gloves on. Teldryn groaned.