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☁ (valkari)
"There is not a more stubborn woman in all of Tamriel."
"What did you see?" (Valkarinightingale)
The Dunmer slowly looked to where the voice had come from. Her eyes locked on Valkari’s, her body trembling. “The master vampire. His red eyes burning into me, his voice searing through my thoughts.” Her breaths were ragged as the incident replayed through her mind. Her thoughts turned to the ash farmer turned vampire hunter that had saved her life.
〄 (for Val ^_^)
"Dear friend. Temper."
Ghosts of the Past [Cyrelas/ Valkari]
Her word struck him, a faint look of shock breaking the cold facade he had created if only for a moment. A slight shake of his head as he regained composure. A confusing mixture of filling his gut. Hope, an insane rush of of it intermingled with the sharp sting of pain. The taller being watched her, as her gaze avoid his own, standing resolute and silent throughout her confession.
As she turned to go, guilt and sheer panicked rocked his being. His heart was aching but he knew he would not be able to forgive himself for watching her go again. "Wait." The words were hoarse and no more than a whisper. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he found his voice. "Valkari, wait. Stay awhile." He stood aside so she could walk passed him as he ushered her in.
"I came to reclaim something of mine." (Valkarinightingale)
The sound of the voice, sent ice straight through his body. He’d recognize it anywhere. Slowly, the tall half mer turned towards the source. Dull eyes peered down at her blankly. A blink and then another as he debated whether or not his mind had finally left him. Surely a hallucination. Just then a gust tore through the doorway in which she stood and her familiar scent tugged at his heart. This was no dream, crafted in his madness. She was there in the flesh before him.
Instinctively, he took a step towards her, closing the gap between them, and began to raise his hand to touch her cheek. Catching himself, he returned his arm to his side and squared his shoulders. The varnished brown irises, once fiery gold, hardened, lest he give himself away. An eyebrow arched in contrast with the tight line of his lip.
His voice was level and calculatingly devoid of emotion as he finally found his words. “I can possess nothing of interest to you.”