What would be the perfect wedding and honeymoon for Martin and the HoK?
D’AWW! What a cute ask, Nonny!
Oof, so in a perfect world, I think my HoK, Emeline, and Martin’s wedding would definitely be something veeeeery low-key, although it would absolutely be shotgun bc surprise! The heir’s already on her way! I feel like it would definitely be a chapel wedding, though I’m split on where - half of me thinks it would be in Bruma, just because of Bruma’s risk-taking during the Crisis (you know, it’s good to repay military risk with economic boons), and the other half thinks they’d wait until Kvatch was somewhat repaired and have it in the Temple of Akatosh where they met. The guest list would be as small as they could make it, although they can’t control who comes to gawk when they exit the chapel doors. There’s no overtly fancy clothes, no real frills on any of it - just love. They trade simple gold bands.
Now, the honeymoon. I’ve talked a lot about how there’s this idealized Anvil that Martin and Emeline daydream about during the Crisis (quick and dirty: This Anvil is an idyllic escape, with warm breezes, plenty of sunshine, a small house on the water, and nobody expecting anything of either of them). They would absolutely take a honeymoon in Anvil for like, at least a week, but I know these two, and within like four days they would be aching to go do something so they end up just like. Traveling the roads of Cyrodiil and the other provinces and facilitating rebuilding efforts in the cities and towns they come across - in some, the two of them actually get their hands dirty themselves helping. (So, I guess like some sort of royal progression, minus the pomp and circumstance?)
Any headcannons for marteline? I am curious! Soft or angsty, whatever you choose!
Hey Nonny! THANK YOU FOR THE ASK I HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG IT’S BEEN HERE! I am ALWAYS down to headcanon shit about those two!
So, soft HCS:
first things first, Martin’s the little spoon, even though he’s like a foot taller than Emeline
when he’s not the little spoon he’s definitely sleeping with his head on her chest to hear her heartbeat
pretty much the only time Martin sleeps well is when Emeline’s nearby tbh boy’s gotta get his head out of that book!
Emeline is fairly guarded, and Martin is pretty much the first person she’s let her guard down in front of in a while.
Martin has a hard time with self-disclosure, especially with the Sanguine thing. That might already be canon. Oh well. Emeline is the first person in a long time he feels he can trust with this info.
WHICH ISN’T TO SAY they don’t have their individual friends within the Blades
You know that cutesy couple that just look like they’re having the best time ever alone in their apt without people around? That’s Marteline
Akatosh be good, you should see the way Martin looks at Emeline when she’s not looking. He looks at her like she’s a super blood moon. Emeline looks at him in a similar way.
They have this inside sorta joke that they’re going to elope to Anvil once the Oblivion Crisis is over. Warm lavendar on the windowsills, sea breeze, warm air, perhaps a couple curly-haired little monsters running about…
When they can get away with it (ie when no one’s looking), they always are touching. In particular, Martin likes to drape a leg over Emeline’s lap. Gods only know why.
Emeline’s hair is super curly, and Martin loves to twist it around his fingers like tiny ribbons.
And now, because this is a tragedy, let’s talk angst
Their relationship is super duper top secret. As in nobody knew until Emeline literally spelled it out for Jauffre… like a year and a half after Martin’s demise.
Neither of them believes they are good enough to be in a relationship with the other person.
They pretend pretty well, but neither of them actually believe they’ll make the Anvil dream a reality.
Cloud Ruler Temple is actually attacked, like, a lot by the Mythic Dawn, so every time Emeline goes off on her little fetch quests she wonders if this will be the time she returns to a funeral for her friends and/or Martin
After Martin dies, Emeline is like, regular depressed, but then she has Leta and actually goes through Postpartum Depression as well, because the pain never stops my dude
Also she like… moves in Benirius Manor directly after the whole dragon thing and. Like. she doesn’t handle the ghosts real well. Something about how she’s the only one allowed to wander her home wailing at night? She totally doesn’t feel like a ghost of her former self??!
but like also don’t take this as like a wahhhhh my boyfriend died and i’m sad it’s more like i keep people alive for a living and i’ve failed so many times and especially so with people i love what good am i?
Both Martin and Emeline have really bad nightmares, but they both try to hide it so neither of them gets comforted.
Emeline sleeps in Martin’s room before they become a couple while she’s on guard duty, because the last time she wasn’t in the room with the person she loved, her lover died of a brain aneurysm, because the pain never stops
By the time they meet each other, neither Martin or Emeline has living parents.
Martin absolutely had to watch everything Emeline went through after his death through the veil, and Divines was there a ruckus in Aetherius for a while. Or perhaps he was just banging against the confines of a marble cage? :))))))))
ALSO. Emeline can’t get the blessing from the statue. I think this was a bug in my game for some reason, but I hc it’s because she’s literally like…. fuck the divines if this is what happens to men like Martin
Leta, their daughter, never knows her parents; she grows up unknowing, in Cloud Ruler Temple. I won’t give away why that is, but… draw your conclusions.
Emeline’s a victim of child abuse. There’s not much else to be said there.
By the time/if Martin ever figures out how to move through planes of Aetherius and Oblivion, Emeline doesn’t remember him - she mantles Sheogorath, and most of the time the coin is Sheo side up.
Also because of his sacrifice with the dragon once she mantles Sheo she can never step foot on Nirn again so that’s fun
Speaking of Sheoline
She wipes all mention of herself from Nirn (basically that’s my explanation why everyone knows Martin and no one knows the HOK) because she wants to protect Leta from Mythic Dawn stragglers and the factions warring for the Ruby Throne.
All mention excepting a little wooden box hidden under the floorboards of the Emperor’s chambers in Cloud Ruler
That box contains her journals, around sixty sigil stones, and a thin gold wedding band
YEP I WENT THERE
Martin absolutely gave Emeline his mother’s jewelry as a promise to stay together regardless of what happened and who may approve (which? really? who’s gonna challenge the one person who kept the Emperor alive for two years while people repeatedly tried to kill him?), but WE KNOW HOW THAT WENT
SO YEah. Those are some of my HCS. If there’s any other types of HCS you wanna see, throw it in the ask!!!!
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Emeline, are you there? How have you been since the Oblivion crisis?
Yes, I believe… we’re both here. When was the Oblivion Crisis? When you suddenly absorb the collective mind of an endless being, Time begins to… disintegrate.
That being said, it’s been… well, a battle. The way my consciousness works now is chaotic, to say the least. It’s as though my original personality and the memories and antics of the Daedra I’ve mantled are two sides of the same coin; only one faces up at any given time. Well, my personality is weaker, more human, more ruled by Nirn, and as a result myself is often the face of coin pressed to the ground. After my Leta passed, this is what happened: I disappeared. My consciousness hasn’t seen the light of day since the middle of the first century of the Fourth Era.
So, to answer your question: I haven’t changed much. I still grieve over my Martin, my Leta, over Jauffre and Baurus and Jena and Burd and all the others who were taken from life too soon. I still struggle to deal with the crushing weight of my failures, and watch helplessly as the world I fought so hard to save falls into chaos, which begs the question:
If Nirn is slowly seemingly attuning itself to Sheo - my sphere of power, why is my consciousness ruling, and not the God’s?
I- I must take my leave. Sheo is taking over. Exercise caution on summoning days - if you try to summon me again, I get the feeling you won’t get me.
[HO-OLY SHIT!! MY FIRST ANON!! THANK YOU MY FRIEND!!]
