Feb 10
it's gone. his whole life up until now has gone up in smoke, and he isn't sure where to go from here. ásgeirr could follow the remainder of the dark brotherhood, nazir and babbette who carry the night mother in tow. they could also listen to the calling of the greybeards, but that felt equally terrifying.
they sit outside of the falkreath sanctuary, and they have the sneaking suspicion someone is watching them. ásgeirr turns his head, looking to both sides of him, behind him, and then finally above him. he sees @harrenhcl peeking at him from above, and a wave of relief washes over him. “ thank akatosh, it's just you. ” they sigh, running a hand through their hair. “ it's all fucked. everything's gone. everyone is gone. ”