#like lightning

Like lightning

Electrified with love on the line

So different every touch, every time

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The Chad

"JUSTICE, LIKE LIGHTNING..."

Summary: The pointed undercurrent of Stormcloak’s words resolves as you read the letter a third time. Having heard that your current circumstances are less than favourable… I can guarantee both your welcome and your safety here. Having heard that you were tortured for three months in the depths of the Thalmor Embassy, he wishes to graciously extend the shelter of his castle and his faction. Perhaps he hopes that you’ve been embittered enough to abandon your own neutrality and take up arms with his cause, Dunmer or no. Perhaps even the great champion of Nord independence can make an exception for a Dunmer who is also Dragonborn, when the tactical and logistical realities of war begin to weigh heavily. (A slowburn with bitter arguing, reluctant kinship, and romance in equal measures as the Dragonborn recovers from trauma, Ulfric is confronted with his major failings, and the plot lines of the game unravel everywhere.)

The feeling of soaring took over her as she soared, her feet soundless on the pavement, barely even grazing it. She felt so free, so light. Like nothing would ever chain her down again.

She felt wild and feral, a Javan leopard, beautiful and swift, a Peregrine falcon, the fastest diving bird of prey. She was a dolphin, smart and sleek, and an Arctic wolf, beautiful and vicious.

This feeling took her breath as she shot over the ground, so light it barely disturbed the grass as she left the pavement and started on the trail leading away from home. Away from the horrible place she had known for too long.

She would be as free as a bird.