College of Winterhold Part 1
“Dammit Enthir!” Sonin shouted, holding back her thu’um, “I need answers! Not more questions!”
“Well I don’t think I can help you,” he seethed as their conversation got nowhere.
“You have connections everywhere En!” Sonin was at her limit with the elf, “Surely you could point me to someone who might know a way to Sovengarde without dying?”
“You stubborn mutt,” Enthir shouted, “You can’t run away from your duties and study here just to show up and demand information from me!”
Sonin shoved him at the slur, “Fuck you! Why can you never think of anyone but yourself? All of Tamerial is at stake here!”
“Fuck me?” Enthir shoved her back, “I had to help pick up the pieces when you left! Stop acting high and mighty!”
“Damn it En,” Sonin felt herself getting hot, “Can you stop focusing on insulting me long enough to actually help me?”
“Me? You’ve been insulting me since you got here! Infuriating woman!” He crossed his arms as he stood a breath away from her.
“Fine!” Sonin threw her hands up, “How much is it going to take for you to do the right thing? I know you know something.”
Enthir grabbed Sonin by the shoulders and pulled her to him. Mana pooled in her hands, ready to defend herself when his lips crashed into hers. Sonin’s eyes went wide but she didn’t stop him as his tongue gained entrance to her mouth. He pulled his body flush to hers gripped at her head and ass.
“En?” She asked, muffled by his mouth’s assault.
“Infuriating woman,” he smirked and pulled slightly away.
“Where-what-where did that come from?” Sonin asked, confused.
Enthir stroked her hair as though she was some long time lover of his, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that without asking...you just- ugh. Always get under my skin.”
“How long have you wanted to do that?” Sonin smirked, glad to be under the skin of one of her childhood bullies.
“Too long. Look,” he rubbed the back of his head, “I know I’ve been an ass, but I really don’t know anything helpful. Why don’t you ask one of those dragons you’re friends with?”
“I-that’s actually a good idea,” Sonin sighed, “Damnit. Why didn’t I think of that?”
“Because you so clearly think things through before you do them,” Enthir smirked, “Why don’t you call one here? I can get the courtyard cleared.”
“Alright- wait,” Sonin paused and furrowed her brow, “Didn’t I hear something about a Thalmor presence here at the college?”
Enthir paused and rubbed the back of his head, “Yeah. Ancano is his name. He’s about what you would expect, looking down at us with suspicion.”
“I’m not sure revealing myself as Dragonborn to that man will be good. I’ll rest up for the night then head out tomorrow to find a clearing,” Sonin decided.
“Sounds good,” color rose in the Bosmer’s face, “If you’re- I mean if you want to that is- ah…”
Sonin gave him a soft smile, “It was a nice kiss, Enthir, but I think we’re better as hostile friends.”
“Heh. Guess you’re right,” he walked across the room and grabbed a mead bottle, “Why don’t we catch up over drinks?”