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∞

She remained expressionless for a moment, not sure she had heard him correctly. After a moment, she knew she had, though perhaps she was dreaming instead. Suddenly, her mouth felt dry and her heart raced. Marriage? A few short years ago she would have simply laughed off such a ridiculous concept. But now, sitting here beside Ulkon, it seemed more than possible. It seemed like…fate. 

She could have laughed at notion, it seemed that he had really begun to rub off on her. Instead, she peered up at his nervous, inquisitive expression. “I have never been so strongly drawn to another in my life and I have been a fool to deny it. Call it fate, call it witchcraft, call it the intervention of the Gods themselves. Whatever you like. But I would be honored to spend the rest of my days bound to you.”

With that she placed her hands gently on his face, cupping his cheeks as she leaned up to kiss him.

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Ours

Demiah lounged lazily across the steps leading to the small porch, watching with a smile as a small Dunmer boy ran through the fields that sprawled out before the little cottage. The air was crisp with the chill that warned of the close dawning of autumn. Her heart turned to her husband, gone after a clan of vampires in the far west of the Reach. By now, she had grown used to the long absences. But each time was no easier than the last, the worry that ate at her for his safety never quite seemed to ebb. 

Suddenly the elfling cried out in surprise. The womer rose to her feet, as fast as one heavy with child could, craning her neck to see what had alerted her son, wary of danger. In the distance, she could see the familiar form of Ulkon making his way closer. The little Dunmer called out to him, taking off at a dead sprint to meet his father. Demiah followed the boy, though at a much slower pace, and should couldn’t help but beam.

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The smaller Dunmer grew rigid for a moment, unprepared for the sudden embrace. After a moment, she reciprocate the sign of affection, tentatively wrapping her arms around his waist. It had been a rough battle, this time more so than the others. She knew that despite their calm facade, both of them had barely escaped with their lives. Burying her head in his chest, she tightened her grip as if assuring herself he was actually there.

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☂

The rain echoed against stone walls, as it poured down onto the streets. Huddled in a corner, the small Dunmer sat with her knees to her chest, clutching her arms around her aching body. Her dark hair clung to her face and neck as blood dripped and mixed with the puddles of rainwater. She could hear footsteps, slowly becoming louder than the deluge. Her ragged breath grew very still as she pushed herself deeper into the corner, trying to hide.

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Rumble

As if on queue, the clouds opened up and the rain began to poor down on her as she ran. The sun was setting and light was leaving the sky rather quickly. Within minutes, she was completely drenched, hair clinging to her face. She rounded on him, tears on her cheeks. “Leave me alone.”

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❀ ♔

❀- “Your eyes, they’re quite lovely and you have a very nice build.”

♔- “You are very kind hearted, but there’s a silent strength there and a passion for your work. I admire it.”

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Kissed

The wind howled as they trekked across the city of Winterhold . Demiah shivered, the cold was beginning to be too much for her. The other Dunmer turned to face her, taking a few steps and dissolving the space between. Suddenly, she felt a warm pressure as he placed a small kiss on her freezing nose.

She chuckled slightly, taking a step back and scrunching her nose at the sensation.

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♦

"Yams."