#divineforgotten

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇. / accepting  ♡ 

» • » 🌸 ; ❝That is a very wise observation, my dear Serenne,❞ they said mildly, not looking up as they topped up their mead. ❝I shall be sure to embroider it on a pillow.❞ Their words held no real amusement.

❝Well. You needn't worry — my parents made sure I learned that particular lesson very young.❞ The bitterness bled through despite their best efforts & the warmth that usually lived so easily in their amber-green eyes guttered like a candle caught in a draught.

Her words had hit a sore spot. For all of Amrûn's devotion to Mara, they had never learned to apply her lesson of love and compassion where it perhaps mattered most ; one self. They gave too freely, too eagerly, asked for too little in return, & mistook being needed for being wanted.

And the Altmer didn't know how to stop! By the eight, they weren't even sure they wanted to. The world was harsh enough, wasn't it? Someone had to keep choosing self-sacrifice warmth, even it if cost them more than they could afford.

meridia appears to her in the warm light that feels like home. today, though, home feels wrong. it feels fragile. the feathers of iphigenia's white wings flutter and furl, seeking the beauty of her prince's holy light, but when meridia manifests, she is not the tall, proud being that iphigenia has come to know - rather, their positions have now been switched. meridia kneels at iphigenia's feet, the white-gold of her aura stained with dark ichor... blood ?

iphigenia's eyes widen, in panic, in fear. she is simply a mortal chosen by meridia, how can her healing powers possibly mend the wounds of such a being ? Still, she tries, because she cannot think of how else to help.

" my prince... what happened ? who did this to you ? "