Naganwè 1/2

Lucius, now adorning a silken garb of black and silver lining, walked to an awaiting Delphine. His rings shining and a circlet of pure silver cresting atop his luscious hair reflecting the sun's rays.

Delphine looked him up and down. "Twenty years earlier and even i might be gushing over you." She slightly smiled.

"Well. As they say, it's a curse to look this good." He loftily boasted, nose in the air. "I have the invitation, everything ready?" He took on a more serious tone.

"Yes. Remember to get any information on the dragons you can, and get out." She reminded. "And, i know you have history with Elenwen...Don't go soft." She finished with a small grin.

'She does realise the double meaning here...Right?' Lucius thought, with a weird face.

"You uh, realise what you said...?" He slowly asked.

"Yeah. I know." She grinned. "As long as you get the information i don't care what you do. Have fun now~" She chirped as she begun walking away.

"Have fun indeed." He sighed, grabbing the carriage to pull himself up. "Thalmor embassy, driver." He requested.

"Sit back and relax, we'll be there in under an hour." The driver called back.

Lucius closed his eyes and shut the carriage door, preparing himself for the coming events.

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The bitter Northern winds bit away at Lucius as he stepped down from his carriage, one hand holding his robe from the winds and the other resting on his midsection.

"Ah! A fellow latecomer to Elenwen's little soiree. And arriving by carriage, no less! I salute you, sir! My lateness is due more to getting lost on the way up this gods forsaken mountain than to any desire to actually arrive late. I prefer to arrive early. Often the day before the party. So as not to miss out on any of the drinking. There's not enough drinking in the world today, wouldn't you agree? I will just... rest here a moment. Although it is damnable cold out here. I don't look forward to the trip back down... Perhaps we might share a carriage after the party? I know, I know - we've just met. But think, by the time the party is over we will no doubt be fast friends. I look forward to it. I'll go after you. Although these fellows know me. I never miss one of Elenwen's parties, you see." A drunken man rambled to a shellshocked Lucius.

'How does one man talk so much?' He wondered, slowly walking to the guard with his invitation at the ready, eyes still trained onto the bumbling drunkard.

"Your invitation, sir?" A voice rung.

"Here. Does this idiot behind me get invited a lot?" Lucius asked, hoping to distract the guard from any evident forgery.

"Hmm, somehow he always wriggles his back to drown himself in drink. Graxifalas" The guard muttered the last bit under his breath.

"Disgraceful indeed" Lucius said slightly surprising the guard in understanding his tongue."So, is everything in order?" Lucius smiled, pointing to his ears when he noticed the guards surprise.

"Yes, you may enter. Barra Ceruval." The guard stepped aside with a happy smile.

Lucius did a half bow and smiled before walking past into the party, taking a deep breath before opening the door.

'Okay, Lucius. 25 years back we were inseparable...Let's hope she's still a bit crazy.' He tried hyping himself up.

Graceful music played on Lucius's ears as he made his way in, the soft scent of perfume lingered in the air. Sounds of chatter bounced off the walls and Lucius reached a small opening where the guest lingered.

"Welcome. I don't believe we've me-" An all too familiar voice reached Lucius's ear's before it was cut off with a quiet gasp, and silver eyes met gold once again.

"Hey, Ele." Lucius smiled softly.

"Lucius? Wha- How are you here? I thought you died." Her eyes glossed over, as she slowly approached him.

"I guess you didn't call me Naganwè for nothing, huh?" Lucius gave an awkward chuckle, and opened his arms for a hug.

A resounding slap echoed across the room. "You don't get to come back and joke around without explaining anything!" Her sorrowful voice rung out. "I mourned for you!"

'Yeah~ That's the realistic response, Lucius.' Lucius was brought back to reality while he rubbed his cheek that now adorned a red hand mark.

"I'm sorry, but what exactly did you want me to do with the Thalmor hunting me like a dog? Ask you to save me?" He hastily whispered, ducking under the stupefied stares of the party goers. "Can we talk. Somewhere with more privacy?" He pleaded under lidded eyes.

"F-fine. shut up and follow me." She said, with red cheeks.

'Heh, still brash as ever.' Lucius mused.

"One moment Ele...Barkeep! Two bottles of your finest wine." Lucius winked to Malborn, who looked thoroughly confused at their altercation.

"Right away sir..." He slowly replied, but didn't move.

"Well? You heard him!" Elenwen bit, which made Malborn scurry and place two bottle of alto wine in Lucius's hands.

"Thank you~" Lucius have a closed eye smile before he followed his old flame.

Elenwen lead Lucius to a separate building. One made of chiselled stone, and adorned stain glass windows. And continued on to an open area with a high elf male sat marking papers.

"Rulindil! Make sure no one bothers us." Elenwen ordered the man at the desk as she walked past towards a door, presumably her own quarters.

"Yes, first emissary." The known as Rulindil replied with a respectful nod, eyeing Lucius with caution. "Who is your guest. Security purposes are vital to me." He finished with a slimy smile.

"A...Dear friend. Don't worry about security." Elenwen declared hesitantly, eyeing Lucius for a reaction.

"Understood~" Rulindil said.

'Kill him first.' Lucius thought, noting Rulindil's suspicion.

Lucius continued following Elenwen, who led him into a spacious room of marble white walls. A large wooden desk with scattered scrolls littered across it took up most of the far left corner. Opposite the desk was a large bed with high quality linen sheets, easily distinguished by the golden trim. Bookshelves surrounding the bed side tables on either side of the bed.

Elenwen took a seat behind her desk, and silently stared at a curious Lucius as he scanned the room.

Lucius took a goblet and poured two drinks. "Nice little room you have. I guess torture gets you a long way." He calmly began their conversation, handing her a glass.

"I don't torture them unless they are convicted criminals... How are you alive, Lucius. Please, don't lie." She took sad tone, looking into his eyes as he sat down in front of her desk.

"I left. What more is there to say? You and your pure blood fanatics started culling small villages of menmer...And you know i'm not one to sit and wait, not after they killed my mother." He softly answered.

"If it's any consolation to you. I tried stopping it." She muttered, looking down slightly. "But, that still doesn't explain anything to me." She said.

Lucius took a big swig before answering.

"Just after i'd killed the Thalmor party that killed my mother... I got a ship from Sunhold to Valenwood. I spent a year wading through the forests, learning their ways and culture, before going to Cyrodiil. When i was there, i spent most of my time reading up history and magical theory. Then i came here, i've only been in Skyrim for around 3 weeks." Lucius very vaguely summarised. "What've you been up to? Hunting innocents for praying to a god you don't like?" He mocked.

"Yes, i have actually. It does wonders at sowing the seeds of war." She smirked.

"Heh. You're not wrong, evidently." Lucius replied with a smirk of his own, motioning his hand to a map of Skyrim on her desk.

"Why are you here, Lucius? You never did anything without a purpose or motivation." She eagerly pressed, leaning forward.

"Is this an interrogation? I heard you were in Skyrim." Lucius started. "I thought we might...catch up." He drawled and slightly slightly smiled, looking into his cup.

Elenwen tapped her finger once.

"Really, Lucius. It's been 20 years and now you want to have a friendly catch up? Forgive me if i'm not convinced... You didn't even say goodbye to me." She replied, staring him dead in the eye.

"You said so yourself. I don't do anything without a purpose. I doubt your superiors would have liked you talking to a half blood, a half blood lover at that...And, at that time i didn't know who i could trust." He said with an apologetic tone, reaching his hand over the table to take hers. "It was for the better, Ele." He spoke softly and rubbed small circles on the back of her hand.

She tapped her finger a second time, furrowed brows and eyes glazed over.

'Oh, fuck it!' Lucius thought, pushing himself forward.

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For the normal people reading. Naganwè roughly means "Death Seer" in High Elven.

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To fuck, or to not fuck, the crazy ex?

Yes-

No-

It won't have any impact on the story or Ciri either way. Purely because it's r18 story and i've never written smut b4... practise, i'll call it?

Have a good one,

Your "patently evil" Author ;)