#sylas dragonborn | wellthebardsdead (2024)

Sylas: *sighs looking back at the party nervously before leaving the silverblood inn and walking up to understone keep, his icy blue skin and white hair glimmering in the sunlight making heads turn as he passes by, before finally entering through the heavy brass doors* okay okay just find calcelmo, get the key to his lab, get the writings and I’m out of he-

???: Watch where you’re goi-… what in oblivion are you?

Sylas: *blinks and looks to his side finally noticing the thalmor justiciar he’d stepped in the path of, and immediately sizing him up as a potential target* My what a rude way to introduce oneself. My name is Sylas. I’m a snow elf. I’m here at the request of- *pauses pulling a letter he’d received from the wizard ages ago out of his pocket, making it look like he was actually invited here* Calcelmo? Forgive me imperial isn’t my first language.

Ondolemar: *suddenly going bright red as his eyes meet the snow elves piercing blue orbs and he takes in his very confident and princely manner and appearance* I yes forgive me. My name is Ondolemar, I’m in charge of the thalmor justiciars in skyrim.

Sylas: *smiles so charmingly at him* Ondolemar, what a nice name. *steps closer* Tell me then, I suppose you as such a high ranking official might actually know some information in this- city of imbeciles. Could you direct me to Calcelmo please? I’ve been mislead all day and I’m quite, fed up.

Ondolemar: *visibly flustered in his presence, not used to anybody matching his energy or confidence never mind going above it, and never mind that somebody being a rare and handsome young princely elf* I- *clears his throat* y-yes of course, right this way. *steps back offering him his arm*

Sylas: *brushes against it playfully but instead walks ahead on his own, stopping at the high elf guards and clearing his throat making them step out of the way*

*that evening*

Sylas: *growing impatient waiting for everyone to go to bed so he can easily sneak in and get what he needs, now seated at the large dining table listening to calcelmo and his nephews drone on and on with their relentless questions* even if I did know where others of my kin might be. With how I’ve been treated today I wouldn’t tell either of you it’s location.

Calcelmo: I- now see here I understand you’re upset over us requiring samples but this research and the tests were undertaking could-

Sylas: That’s all I am to you both. A test subject. An oddity. Why would I subject others of my kind to the same thing? So they may be kept as ornaments to benefit others?… *sighs rubbing his brow before looking up and spying Ondolemar watching quietly from the shadows by the kitchen* I think I’m done here… *stands up*

Aicantar: I- b-but my lord you’ve only just arrived today and-

Sylas: and my stay here will conclude in the morning.

Calcelmo: Young lord please sit down forgive my transgressions upon you- dinner hasn’t even been served yet surely you must be hungry-

Sylas: starving would bring me greater pleasure than staying in your presence. *walks off to his room and closes the door behind him… One. *pushes off of it and starts undoing his fancy attire, leaving himself in just his flowy blouse and trousers* Two. *messes up his hair a bit and lounges on his bed looking hopelessly tragic and pained from a sadly very real headache* Three-

*Knock!Knock!Knock!*

Sylas: If that’s you or your nephew calcelmo kindly go away. I’m in no mood to entertain your drivel.

Ondolemar: Its Ondolemar, my lord. I brought you something.

Sylas: *smirks* Brought me something?… enter…

Ondolemar: *steps inside and feels his heart stop seeing the handsome vision before him* I- I- *clears his throat and holds out a tray of food* I could not sit idly by as you go without…

Sylas: My, how thoughtful of yo- *sits up and winces holding his head, dramatising his pain convincingly* ugh-

Ondolemar: *sits the food down and kneels by his side laying him back against the cushions the princely elf demanded and practically threw a tantrum for after seeing the stone sleeping arrangements* steady, I’ll go fetch a hea- I-

Sylas: *suddenly strokes his cheek, sliding his hood back so he can take in his face and shorn hair* I’ll be fine, I already feel better with you here, knowing that someone kind lingers in this cold city… Will you stay and keep me company for the night?…

Ondolemar: *practically glowing, his face bright pink and eyes wide* G-gods you’re very forward with what you want- I-

Sylas: *pouts just a little, looking at him with such a hurt expression* is that bad?… to want nice things? To want you?

Ondolemar: *places his hand over his, holding it to his face as his heart explodes in his chest* no, not in the slightest, I am your humble servant… *slides his hand to his lips giving it a soft kiss as his sharp eyes lock with the snow elves steely gaze* I am at your command.

*the next morning*

Sylas: *walks into the silverblood inn with the writings and a huge bag of loot*

Taliesin: *not yet in an exclusive relationship with Sylas, but definitely catching feelings* Thank the gods youre back. Are you okay? You were gone all night I- we, were so worried!

Sylas: Oh yes I’m fine. Your old boss is a bottom.