#dulein

“ ALRIGHT, i can’t take it anymore. ”   she spoke without warning, stopping in place and turning toward her companion, looking up at him with a gaze that should be familiar to him. it said: i’m going to say something, and you’re not going to like it.    “ you need a bath. urgently. ”

  send me “&” for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.  

 he thinks she’s asleep and moments prior she very well may have been, but fingers trailing across her ivory cheek rouse her. if only to a small degree, eyes still remaining closed.

an anomaly is what she is to him. an alien from a different planet, with customs and beliefs and physiology entirely foreign to him. she feels more a specimen in a lab than anything else, and if she places herself in his shoes for only a moment she understands why. this was never meant to be the path he walked. nor the form he inhabited. fate had dealt a cruel blow, perhaps one worse than death, but the punishment was befitting of the crime. he having sealed every nail in his own coffin.

it’s been a morning. one of those mornings where she hasn’t hardly had a chance to even take a breath. between getting up early, a diaper change, making and feeding breakfast and then cartoons and playing, she’s been on her toes since her eyes opened. she wouldn’t change it for anything though. when she hears the knock at the door, just when she thinks she’s going to be able to sit for a while, she sighs, carding her hand through the toddler’s curls a moment before she gets up.

glancing back at him, smiling to herself as he stares at the puppet on the TV singing a song, she relishes the sight of him another moment before she goes to open the door.

seeing him, she looks him over, breathless. he’s just shy of a memory now, been gone nearly three years. she honestly never expected to see him on her doorstep, despite their brief, heated romance. despite believing every word that came out of his mouth until he was gone. still, she hadn’t held that against him. he’s not the kind of guy that’ll stop doing the things he does for a girl, much less a girl like her.

ice hardened earth beneath her boots carries a sense of foreboding with it so strong it had woken her before the sun had risen and drew her outside. the moment she stepped out of highmoon hall that morning she could feel the unease in the air. the farther from morthal she got the more insistent the presence became which prompted her to scour the perimeter of her hold for anything amiss. she found nothing save for a draugr who had strayed too far from it’s crypt and despite wanting to find the source of the disturbance she began her journey home. mind preoccupied with the sudden shift and it’s cause still unknown, she nearly misses the tall, dark stranger. her steps do not flatter as she nears him but a certain heaviness that hangs over this stanger causes her a moment’s pause before continuing on.    “  do you need help, directions perhaps? morthal isn’t too far is that’s where you’re headed.  ”

           “ YOU DON’T GET DIBS     just ‘cause you’re bigger ,   jerk  ! ”     split-knuckled hands reach across to snatch back the stolen food in max’s backpack .     she thought the usual rules of   ‘ STEALERS KEEPERS ’   applied to al like everyone else ,   but apparently ,   that was a mistake .     max scowls and digs through her bag for the frosted animal crackers she swiped from the corner store .     “  that’s so rude .     you can’t just take stuff ‘cause you want it .    i stuck my neck out to grab that  ! ”

Alduin was---- gone?

Not dead, she knew that for certain, but something had happened to him and all of Skyrim was celebrating because of it. Every city and the people inside of them were so thankful that the threat was finally over that they couldn’t contain their happiness any longer. Except for the wild Nord. She was just-- annoyed. He should have burned every single one of them alive when he had the chance.

At least out here in the more untamed lands, so far removed from any speck of civilization that you couldn’t even see an outline of buildings in the distance, Valin could find some peace. Out here in the quiet of nature and not much else she could allow herself to sulk a little.

That was until a man she had never seen before decided show up and kept coming closer and closer to her. It didn’t even really matter why he was there or what he was after. She was in no mood for adventurers, travelers, lost idiots, or for anyone in general to be within the same space as her.

In one of swift motion her trusty battleaxe is pulled from its place at her back while a low, deep, growl rose up from her chest as a warning for him to stay away.

𝙰 𝚂𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝙴𝚇𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙴 𝙻𝙴𝙵𝚃 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝙿𝚂. for the moment, valvossa felt grateful for the helmet that hid her visage--- one that began to sour all the more as the seconds passed. the more he spoke and lamented, dov in mortal’s clothing, the harder and harder she was finding it not to jump off her moral pedestal. lips curled back over teeth into a scowl, and finally, the dovahkiin spoke, audibly annoyed;  “ for love of azura, will you shut up already? ”