A Strange Pilgrim's Journey [[Open]]

[nidhug]

Nidhug smiled his snakeish smile, lightly nuzzling against the side of Ande's head, just as a sign he would be keeping the elf, he had no other intentions behind it. However, how Ande interpreted the gesture was another story...

"No, the elf stays for now. If you decide to remove me from this world, you will have to remove him as well, and I doubt you wish the death on an innocent on your conscious... unless of course what Alduin told me was wrong and you've returned to your heartless ways," Nidhug stated, looking up at the old, powerful Dovah. It wasn't that he thought he had power over Vokunulov, he knew that he had no power over him, which was why he had taken Ande as a hostage as opposed to just killing him outright. Leverage was the word...

"All I need from you, Vokunulov, is information. Tell me what I want to know and Ande's safety is assured. I will leave this place quietly and without further incident. It will not be I who deals with you, Vokunulov, it will be Alduin himself when he deems the time right," Nidhug said, looking up at the ancient dragon.

[Ande]

The nuzzle made Ande's breath hitch, goose bumps running up his back and neck from the contact. He shivered a little and made to pull away out of reflex, but the knife and iron-grip stopped him from getting very far. So he resigned himself to his hostage position, hands balled into fists and ready to sling spells when he was released. Though how long and under what conditions that would be were to be decided...

In truth, the close proximity and more intimate touching that most people would consider very forward had started to get under Ande's skin. As a almost constant adventurer and traveler, he hadn't had much physical contact with anyone that didn't end in some kind of struggle for life and death. He hadn't been close to anyone for a long time, and the Altmeri war hadn't helped his cause in the least. Now here was Nidhug, someone he had been able to have a civil conversation that hadn't involved selling something, and the man was hovering around his EARS. He'd whispered into them, talked against them, breathed into them, and now he was rubbing against them. If it weren't for the knife, Ande would be squirming even more to relocate.