Greatwater Lake Will you take my life? [M]

Even as he drinks he feels watched. When he walks back, those eyes are on him, and even when Alduin confesses his thoughts they remain. He can see his expression change though, a from forms and Alduin wonders the context of it. 

His next words solidify it as he speaks. Words that are surely meant to make him feel better with the addition of a name — shadow. Despite Alduin not looking at him for a majority of his words he’s hears the soft passion in them. When Alduin looks at him again he can see the heat in his gaze. The same heat that lead them here in the first place. 

The hellhound gazed back with his usual expression — a scowl and cold eyes — but he is not angered by the words. He speaks truth. Alduin literally doesn’t give a fuck about what others think, but it is his own self acceptance that’s the problem. The same part of him that fights Banesteppe. The same part of him that’s haunted by his past traumas. The same part of him that forced him into this muted state of mind void of emotions. 

All he would do is hum at his words — a sound of acknowledgment, long and drawn out. 

He’s lost in his thoughts. Mind reeling back to their rough love making. There’s no denying he liked it, but would he do it again? That leads him to stare blankly at the man as he searches his thoughts for a few seconds.

“Where do you live? I smell pack on you.” He asks then. He’s not going to walk him home like a gentleman, but what if…what if he wants to do it again?