Daggerfall Drabbles (Xavier)

Hey! It's me, Xavier! You know, the genderfluid redhead. The Eternal Champion perhaps? Juliette's friend? First of the modern group of Tamriel's heroes? That weird college kid who keeps his hair in a ponytail and sometimes wears skirts?... Well at least I'm known for something humph. And for your information I happen to look quite good in skirts. Anyways the key word in there was college. I'm a history major, yeah your probably thinking “oh this kids pretty boring” well your wrong. My friend Juliette over here, hang on “Juliette!” “What?!” “Come here!” Hang on a second. “Hi.” So now you know the brunette and you know me. She's a writing major. And we get into, how to phrase this, “trouble” at Uni, and so here's some little drabbles that we've written up.

I wake up with a tired yawn, ugh Monday. I look glance at my alarm clock, shit. It's 8:15 I have a class at 8:30! I quickly scramble out of bed throwing on a tee shirt and jeans, not care if they have a rip in them...long story about how it happened. Slide down the bannister, slide on a pair of shoes, pat my dog, a giant Saint Bernard whose around 140 pounds of fluff on the head. Grab a piece of toast that popped out of the toaster as my brother, Andrew was going to grab it, get an apple and my bag and run out the door. My friend Michael is sitting on the bench outside his house “Xavier, where are you off to in such a hurry?!” He shouts to me, I run past him yelling back “Can't stop I'm already late!” I can tell he's puzzled as he asks “late for what?” I then smirk to myself and quote Bilbo Baggins “I'm going on an adventure!” I say running off towards the city gates. I rush past guards slipping through narrow place in the gate as it closes behind me, that was a close call. I can see the building up ahead, I rush past the small house near the gate and up a side street to the entrance of the literature and history building. Then bound up three flights of stairs and run towards the lecture hall, skidding around the corner some papers fly out by mistake, oh well. I open the door and exhale, at least I made it. “Who are you?” Someone asks. Wait, what? I'm in the wrong class! I laugh awkwardly and shut the door then go across the hall reading the room number this time then shove open the door. My professor looks at me, and I look back at him, he starts laughing with a smile “I'm glad you made it Xavier we were just about to start!” I made my way over to where Juliette sits and flop down next to her. “So why were you late?” She asks in a singsong voice. “Reasons.” I take out my writing notebook and begin to scrawl some notes in it. “You forgot to set your alarm didn't you.” Juliette looks at me with a mixture of amusement and annoyance, she's very punctual...I'm not. I respond not looking up from the paper “Precisely.”

Uuuuuggggghhhhhhhh why why why do we have to have a two thousand word essay due on Thursday? And it's exam week. Juliette and I walk through the halls and over the bridge that connects the history wing to the art wing and then go down some stairs and walk to the library, or Juliette's house, or a restaurant we usually go to and get food. “I don't understand why Ms. Shalar wants us to write a two thousand word paper on the history of the wheel. I mean she's a nice person but why the wheel?!” Juliette says readjusting her books in her arms. I nod “It's her first year but still I agree with you. The course is on ancient history, meaning like the ayleids and the Dwemer and the snow elves and stuff. Not the wheel, though if we're learning about the Dwemer it's understandable that we know some engineering background. But a 2000 word essay on it, that's just unjust.” Juliette pegs open the door and holds it for me as we walk out into the bright sunshine. “So, coffee?” I ask as we walk down into the square, or I guess it would technically be up. “Sure. It's been a long week.” Juliette throws her head back to emphasis her point. At the cafe we order then sit at a bench in the window pulling out our laptops. We begin to type our essays, starting with the thesis, then the evidence and finally the conclusion. “You wanna study for exams too?” Juliette thinks it over then says “you do know after midnight, or starting at midnight in the library they have cookies and coffee during exam weeks. So we could do that.” My eyes widen, I look at her “they do?!” She smiles “you never knew that?!” I shake my head vigorously “No! I didn't!” We both laugh.

“Johanna!!!” I yell banging on the wall that separates our bedrooms. She pokes her head out of the door, short brown hair still soaking wet. I walk over to her and hand her the wet towel “this is yours.” She scoffs “thanks Juliette.” I smirk “your welcome.” I go back and put on a blue plaid button up shirt and a pair of black pants, put my hair in a quick messy braid then put a pair of black quilted flat on along with my infamous book socks, from the Wayrest library when went on holiday. Then skip down the stairs and walk into the kitchen, raid the fridge finding not much except for left overs, but I don't have much time, so I pack that for lunch and down a bowl of cereal, yell for my sister to hurry up as I have to drop her off quickly before class at the high school. I grab my keys say goodbye to my mom and sit in the car. Johanna comes out half jogging and climbs in the car, I wait until she buckled, and then slam the gas pedal. “Holy shit!” Johanna says as we turn a corner. “Language!” She glares at me, I glare back. We both start laughing. I drop her off at the back door, off to school I guess. Fun fun fun.

“Hey look it's the weirdos.” Xavier and I stop in our tracks and turn around, oh great, the lacrosse team. Jerks. Xavier cracks his knuckles and glares at them, if they try to fight them, well their in for a surprise. Because Xavier is a gold medal olympic gymnast, whose particular exercise of greatness is floor. So he's really good at doing aerials and flips and that kind of thing, he can also do balance beam really well I've seen him. “Haha little redhead thinks she can fight.” Oh no, they did NOT just do that. Xavier's Genderfluid, so he dresses on how he feels in accordance to the particular day, keeps his hair long, and doesn't really act ‘masculine’ or ‘feminine’. His eyes darken “first off, it's not ‘she’ it's He or They. And secondly we’re in college this kind of shits for middle schoolers. And lastly you say one more thing I break your nose.” The other guy laughs “pfft you think you can fight me? That's cute. I'd like to see you try.” Xavier frowns, then walks a few steps forward, the guy pushes him back. So Xavier take one more step back, and roundhouse kicks him in the head. The guy recovers and stumbles up moving forward and tries to punch Xavier, who ducks and rolls over so he's behind him. The guy whips around with his fists up, it's late and were in somewhat of an ally way, no one cares. The lacrosse player lunges forward, but Xavier's quicker, he recoils a small fist and drives it right into the guys nose. Then brushes off his hand clasps him on the shoulder and says “never try to fight an Olympic gymnast.” The guy nods and Xavier casts a healing spell on him and tells him to go home and it would probably be best to not harass other students because they look different then he does. Moral of the story, don't name call people who are different than you and never try to outmaneuver a gymnast, or a martial artist if you want to include Valan who does a combination, it's more assassins creed like though, he jumps from roof to roof it's cool.

Now where was that book I swear I had it right here when I went to go sharpen my pencil. Where could it be? I dig through the pile of books on the library table, no such luck. I look around at the tall shelves, there's literally hundreds of books in this library. I try a clairvoyance spell, that leads you to what you're trying to find. I follow the blue trail through the library, the labyrinth of cherry wood shelves, a forest of books, a sea of information. And I'm drowning in it. It leads to the back corner of the library, I look up a shelf. There at the very top I can see a red and gold cover. How'd it get up there? I don't see any ladders around, and the secretary isn't around. So I'll have to climb it. Oh if only I was good at rings! I begin to climb, alternating between shelves, but my foot slips, my hands grab onto a ledge but not wanting to topple the entire library like dominos, that'd only make this harder, I let go and fall to the ground. I glare at the book. “I swear I'm going to get you I am going to get you one way or another.” I say pointing at the book. Oh well, who cares if I break the levitation act, no one's around. I start levitating, higher and higher until I can get it, but as if the book sprouted wings it flies away. Faster and faster it goes, I chase it through the library finally grasping it after an annoying chase, I sigh finally grabbing my hands on. Wait a second, “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!” I yell as I fall, forgot I was levitating, I know I'm stupid. I land on the table I was originally sitting at with a thud, then the table breaks. I grab this stupid enchanted book and my other materials take a note card and write “Sorry.” Taping it to the broken table, then slip out of the empty library. That was weird. Now what's with this stupid book it's about as idiotic as I am. “Your a very bad book you know that?” I scold the book, it ruffles it's ages as if to shrug. I slam the cover closed to shut it up, serves it right.

This is boring. Writing writing writing. And reading reading reading. Bad part about subs. “You will do this bah bah bah it's due at the end of class bah bah bah. I get it.” I whisper to Xavier and put my head in my arms leaning against the table. “Hang on a sec. Done!” He claps his hands “great for you. I don't care.” He packs up his stuff, “class ends in like a minute.” I perk up frantically write a few things and pack up clutch my clarinet case. “We have band right?” Xavier asks. “Yep.” He nods and the bell rings “to band?” We walk out the door “To Band!”

“Why are you wearing a skirt?” Someone asks Xavier he purses his lips “why aren't you wearing one?” And sashays away. “Pffft hahaha that was great.” I run up behind him and skid to a stop next to him. “I know right. Just look them in the eyes and ask the exact opposite. Works everytime. Mostly.” He says as we walk/skip through the hallways of the art department. “That is a talent your particularly great at.” I say. “Correction, I'm fabulous.” I laugh, it's like that sigh with The Gay Agenda “Wake up, drink Coffee, be fabulous.” I say using gestures to emphasis each point. Xavier laughs “that's pretty much us and our entire friend group.” I smirk “I know right.”


So this happened, umm, yeah.

In just gonna leave this here.

-Max