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(I was supposed to do homework, but ended up tuning a small part of an ust just to tell you what's going on in my life :'D )
a little preview of a thing i'm writing'You woke me up, once, in the middle of the night. I heard you land on the roof, and I heard you drop your satchel down on the tiles before you relented and dropped down with it, sobbing yourself sick. And my heart ached for you; I wanted so badly to get out of bed and open the window and climb out and go up and bundle you up in my arms and kiss the tears off your stupid feathery face and tell you that it was okay, you still had me, that we'd fight the depression and the paranoia and the voices, together. You were my reason for fucking being and I would see to it that you'd be happy again.
But I couldn't. By the time I'd worked out what I wanted to say, you'd pulled yourself to your feet and taken off again, gone to God knows where.
I didn't know, then, that that was the last chance I would've had to turn it all around. If I'd known-- if I'd known then darling, you'd still be here now - I wouldn't have let it happen. I wouldn't. It's been over a year now and I still blame myself eve
Dovahkiin (Part 5)*Thorin and Sasha got up in the morning, having to ride around the rocky range that surrounds Ivarstead, at mid-day they stopped about halfway in their journey to let their horses rest for a bit, and maybe find some game themselves. Thorin was looking over his map as Sasha got a fireplace ready.* I found the mount the Grey Beards spoke of. We'll camp at the base of the mountain and fight during the next day, I hate having to do stuff like this during the night. *Sasha nodded, striking with her flint and rock and got the fire going. They did quickly find game and had lunch, they found a small stream and let their horses drink for a bit, and Sasha gave them the two apples she brought with her. They rode on and found a good place to camp at near the mountain for the night, Thorin watched the fire silently as he was obviously thinking deeply about Something. Sasha nudged him.* Whats wrong Thorin? *He shook his head a bit, coming out of his flashback.* Oh... nothing... *Sasha frowned a litt
Dovahkiin (Part 4)*In the dawn Thorin woke Sasha up, it was time. They met a few men on the bridge, talking about the conditions of the 7,000 steps, wondering if they could make it themselves to deliver goods as offerings to the Grey Beards. Thorin readily offered to take the offering with them on the trip. Now he started his trek with Sasha up the 7,000 steps. Nearly 1,000 into it they met another pilgrim just sitting next to a statue for meditation. Thorin exchanged greetings with the pilgrim and they continued on their way. About 700 steps later Thorin suddenly stopped climbing the stairs, searching the path up ahead.* Summon a flame atronarch... *He pulled out his sword and grabbed his shield, not taking his eyes off the path ahead. Sasha saw nothing.* I-I don't have much practice with that spell! *He glared at her for a moment.* I said summon it!! *She nodded quickly, closing her eyes as she concentrated her magica into her palm, casting the spell before her, she opened her eyes and smiled to see i
Dovahkiin (Part 3)*Sasha traveled with Thorin to his home in Whiterun, he said he was the Thrane of that hold, and that it would be an ideal place for basic training before they started trying to adventure again. He went to the inn and demanded there be a room constantly reserved just for Sasha, they had little reason to deny him since he was Thrane. He told her to get situated and explore the hold, converse and get to know the people she'll be around. For two seasons he trained Sasha, constantly making her spar with banded iron armor fitted to her size. At one point she demanded to know why he wouldn't let her wear anything else. He reasoned with her it would be for her benefit, and so she would appreciate light armor, but must respect it's weaknesses as well, to know the difference with the two types of armors. He taught her how to make her own arrows, string her bow properly and to shoot with precision and silence. He taught her forging, sharpening and improving armors and weapons herself. Sometimes
Dovahkiin (Part 2)*Sasha and Thorin trekked steadily through the wintery forest. Sasha found Thorin to be increasingly smart and what he said was always thought-out. She jogged to catch up to Thorin’s side to ask him some questions.* Know much about this bandit leader? *He shrugged.* No clue what his race is, but this group has been tormenting villagers and farmers for several months, a few guards were killed during a raid and now their time is up. Know much about archery? *She shook her head. He nodded slowly.* I'll teach you that too. Think of the world like this: Magic, gathering ingredients, archery, so on and so forth, each are tools. Why not harvest their potential for your benefit? I'm no mage, but I have been invited into Winterhold's college. *She was surprised to hear that part, few ever got into that place, and he was invited? He must be pretty smart. It was now night time, a chilling rain made visibility less clear and their movements muffled. The outpost of the cave entrance was in si
Dovahkiin (Part 1)*Breathe, breathe, BREATHE gods damn it!! You're almost there, have to kill the dragon, HAVE to kill the dragon...! Thorin rushed through the trees with all his might; he knew where the dragon was headed, not where it was. He hoped he could stop the attack, but dragons were a beast of no other sort. He's only killed a few, but every time he does he swears he becomes stronger. CLIFF! He leaned into a tree, grabbing it with his all might to stop his momentum. He caught his breath as he recovered, glancing over the edge and shaking his head. This isn't Highrock, this isn't Cyrodill, and he had better wise up faster. A rumble in the ground, a sharp breeze, the Dragonborn turned and looked to the sky to see Nahagliiv fly over head, roaring his claim to dominance. Thorin barely watched for a second before getting on the move again. Damn heavy iron, just wait until he gets that elvish armor...*
*The city was in sight, he didn't have much farther to go. He was able to jump from rock to rock do
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