An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Started as a question on Tumblr...ended in a series of first person povs. The first being Jiub on the Nerevarine (Teldryn Sero here). Each chapter is its own self contained "short" and will be added as I finish :) All POVs related to both my main line fics, Sleepers Awake (Morrowind, to be posted by there's some outside content up here) and Serious Mistakes (Skyrim fic).
“You could have just woken me, you know,” you whispered in my ear as you reached for the pages I had been writing, slender fingers brushing against mine, calloused from years of swordplay. The ring on your finger glittered in the renewed light. Moon-and-Star, the symbol of your rank, your identity amongst our people. A destiny you spent your every waking moment trying to forget. The contrasting twin metals vibrated with a unique enchantment, the stone at the centre of the star the cause of it all. It was always warm to the touch, something you always complained about. You kissed along the angle of my jaw as you finally managed to pull the pages from my hands. “What part is this then?” you mumbled, your voice still thick with sleep. I knew that you had not rested enough. “Is it the part about you garnering the ‘ adoration of tens of thousands?’ ” You laughed at that last part, though there was always a hollowness to it. Too much had transpired in your life – the fact that you still managed to laugh at all was a wonder to me, so I cherished it every time. I twisted in my seat, to better face you. You had stepped back a few paces, silently reading from the pages you had managed to wrestle out of my grip. You had a look of focus on your face, your thick brow furrowing, dark hair falling in your eyes as you lazily brushed it to the side. You’d cut it recently, trimming the back so that it rested around your shoulders, the front always uneven and unruly. You had told me once that you had given up hope of it ever growing back.
Yay I get to post the accompanying arts