#valtir

[dunmeri-bitch]

Rumarin has a bad day  Valtir belongs to @empresskatariah 

[brammariekart]

The moon is watching you chase the sun, trying to rescue you when your wings catch fire.

When you get an Elder Scrolls and realize you can bend reality to your will, but you can't have both the realities you want ಥ‿ಥ

[whispering-willows-lair]

Iorweth from the Witcher. Artwork version of some photos. )

[dunmeri-bitch]

Modern au shenanigans!!

When your man puts on his old Vigilant gear and you have a thirsty panic

[brammariekart]

Local half-orc bard forgets how to drink, tries to seduce priest

[brammariekart]

They're so stupid, not a single braincell between them

Valtir belongs to @empresskatariah

[brammariekart]

discord shenanigans with @empresskatariah ‘s Valtir and my Volmasie being goofs together

[dunmeri-bitch]

Day 3

a little fic inspired by shipping shenanigans between me and @empresskatariah?

today was day three. Volmasie woke up in her chair, wiping the drool from her chin before quickly looking over at the bed next to her. “Still nothing” He was still laying there, breathing, and stable, but not awake. the half-orc half-altmer had joked several times about being so tired he’d want to take a little coma, and Volmasie had laughed, but now she could just feel her throat burning, again.

“You’re going to hate me for this when you wake up, i just know it” she mumbled to herself, gently taking his hand in her own. It was cold, and she gently rubbed it between her own hands, blowing hot air on it. It was so strange, how they ended up here.

They had met at the Drunken Huntsman, Valtir coming after some work, and Volmasie sitting in the corner, listening to the other patrons sing and dance. the night had gotten more and more fun, and before they both knew it, they were laughing and making their way to the Bannered Mare with kisses and teases in between the steps. “No Strings attached” they agreed, this was a one-time-thing, and if they met again, that would be great and fun, but otherwise this would be it.

That’s what they both said and kept saying. Yet, when Volmasie, a few months later, came back to whiterun after what happened in Helgen, she couldn’t help but feel a mix of shame and comfort when Valtir had hurried over and asked what had happened to her. Her long hair, shaven away, and a fresh looking burn scar on her arm. he had laughed when she said a dragon had attacked right before she was about to get wrongfully executed, and that a dragon had attacked the watchtower on the tundra.

And then, fast forward to 5 days ago, they had met in Riverwood. Dragons coming back had been the talk of pretty much every town Valtir had trapsed through, and when Volmasie asked him to join him to Kynesgrove to apparently slay a dragon, he’d chuckled and accepted, but she’d owe him a favor.

And then everything went wrong from there.

There wasn’t only one dragon, but two, one which Volmasie had recognized instantly. those red eyes and black wings had been causing her to wake up screaming almost nightly since she first stared into those hateful eyes. And she froze, when the dragon crawling out of the ground, regrowing it’s flesh, staring at her with murderous intent, she fucking froze.

Valtir had been quick on his legs, pulling her behind a rock as it breathed fire at them, and the heat and stench of burnt flesh woke her up to reality. The fight went by to quickly, Delphine had been aiming at the wings, tearing holes in them so the dragon wouldn’t be able to fly anymore. Volmasie had been using spells and her newly learned shout, and ultimately they forced the beast to the ground. In just a moment Valtir had ran towards it, sword in hand swung at it’s neck, earning a pain addled scream from the dragon, but before Valtir could pull his sword out from between the scales again the dragon had grabbed him between it’s teeth, shaking him like a ragdoll and thrown him across the grove. This had given the old mer several broken bones, and new scars he could embellish stories about, but most of all, it had ripped his leg off. Volmasie had screamed according to Delphine, not that Volmasie remembered it, as she ran over to Valtir, dropping her sword and skidding on her knees the last two meters. He was gasping for air, the pain sending him into shock and causing him start hyperventilate.

Volmasie couldn’t remember what was going through her head at that time, but she remembered holding his cheeks, forcing him to look away from his bleeding and cramping thigh. She’d told him he was going to be okay, that she was going to help and she had tried, healing the would, his skin closing in on the gore, but this was a temporary solution. She knew this, but as she could feel the ground shaking under her knees, she stared at the dragon, some of Valtir’s armor still stuck between it’s teeth, and she felt sparks fly from her fingertips before she had even aimed at it’s head properly. that was the last bit the dragon could handle it seemed.

It wasn’t an easy fight, Delphine had used every arrow in her quiver and Volmasie was exhausted after pushing her limits with her magic. But she couldn’t care, ordered Delphine to help her get valtir onto a horse to get to the nearest healer.

The process of opening the scar-tissue again, and pull out the bone fragments had been too long. Volmasie held Valtirs hand tightly, both of their knuckles turning pale, and she had done her utmost best to keep him from looking down. She would hold his cheek, tell him to look at her, she even tried to sing that song she knew he loved.

And they pulled through, despite Valtir being in so much pain in the end they had to knock him out with magic and some strong alcohol for the pain. And now, three days later she was still sitting next to him, only having left to buy some clean clothes for them both, and getting food.

she made sure to get him some pastries, he always had a soft-spot for those. And for only the second time in her life, she found herself praying, to the gods, Azura, Mara, to something, whatever would listen, to please not take this man away from her.

Still holding his hand between hers and letting her knuckles turn pale again.